1, 2, the 3 Lyrics
| Song | 1, 2, the 3 |
| Artist | Geto Boys |
| Album | The Foundation |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Brown, Gilmour, Henderson ... | |
| Yo, let's do it | |
| ... we gon' do this one | |
| Let the beat ride for a minute though | |
| Will {?} in the house from the town | |
| FaceMob in this bitch, 'bout to tear shit down | |
| Uh-huh, yeah, there it is | |
| Yeah | |
| Still the, truth in the game ain't a damn thing changed | |
| Prone to tote heat up and then shoot flames | |
| Double the O.G. of a deuce thug thang | |
| Bitches who know me know how I do dames | |
| Still, f**kin with James we roll in this shit hard | |
| I locked up the South, he locked the 5th Ward | |
| Loaded and cocked, I'm known to be a block bleeder | |
| Known to get paper and I ain't fin' to stop neither | |
| I got ferarri's, drive Porsches and shit | |
| Ranch got horses, golf courses and shit | |
| Eat shrimp steak crab raw oysters and shit | |
| And still f**k around with all my boys in the bricks | |
| International nigga, I been in and out the states | |
| Kingston, Brazil, bitches feedin me grapes | |
| I can, cut it and bake, all I need is some soda, a plate | |
| A microwave, Pyrex and a cake | |
| You can get it how you want it, what I'm spittin is free | |
| I don't need to hold in court what I can hold in the streets | |
| Niggaz know how I was raised so ain't no question these | |
| Consequences you gon' face when niggaz f**kin with me | |
| There it is | |
| [Chorus] | |
| One for the niggaz wanna cross me up | |
| Two for the bitches wanna toss me up | |
| Three for the people tryin to get my mail | |
| Wanna send me to jail so they can lock me up | |
| Four for the hoes who wanna block my shine | |
| Five for the snitch who went and dropped that dime | |
| Six for the suckers who ain't got no game | |
| That's a God damn shame, that's why he hatin on mine | |
| [Willie D] | |
| From the North to the South I don't need no passes | |
| You bitches get out of line, I'ma bleed yo' asses | |
| Look man, I ain't the huffin puffin type | |
| I'ma put that pistol in your motherf**kin life | |
| Mayor {?} call my crib, I be gettin them greens | |
| F**kin the finest hoes that can fit in some jeans | |
| Take an interest in politics, Chopin and Van Gogh | |
| Shoot a motherf**ker up and then go vote | |
| They say variety is the spice of life, so we'll | |
| f**k the black broads and lay pipe to the whites | |
| Puerto Ricans and Latinos, Japs and Filipinos | |
| What is y'all trippin fo'? Pussy is pussy | |
| I ain't gotta come where you live to shoot you in your sleep | |
| I know niggaz in yo' hood that'll do you for me | |
| Youse a bitch-made pussy born with no nutsac | |
| I'm a motherf**kin stand up cat, that's on the one | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Bushwick Bill] | |
| Spot a fine-ass bitch and I'm scoopin her up | |
| You can sleep on me nigga if you're stupid enough | |
| But I'll be standin in your bed receivin from your woman | |
| You can bust in, but not while I'm cummin | |
| Cause I'm cummin everywhere, in her hair, on her face | |
| on her earring, even on the motherf**kin ceiling | |
| Keep it playa with a playa, let me get my nut | |
| After that, you can kill the bitch, I don't give a f**k | |
| Yes indeed, Chuck smoke good weed | |
| If it ain't hydro get the f**k out the do' | |
| You niggaz drink a few shots and your faculty slow | |
| I down the whole f**kin bottle like it's H2O | |
| Got the heart and the steel and the will to bust | |
| I'm the "Little Big Man" with the big ol' nuts | |
| Don't f**k with bitch-mades, too real for that | |
| Got the fame and the name but I still will jack, nigga | |
| [Chorus] |
| zuo ci : Brown, Gilmour, Henderson ... | |
| Yo, let' s do it | |
| ... we gon' do this one | |
| Let the beat ride for a minute though | |
| Will ? in the house from the town | |
| FaceMob in this bitch, ' bout to tear shit down | |
| Uhhuh, yeah, there it is | |
| Yeah | |
| Still the, truth in the game ain' t a damn thing changed | |
| Prone to tote heat up and then shoot flames | |
| Double the O. G. of a deuce thug thang | |
| Bitches who know me know how I do dames | |
| Still, f kin with James we roll in this shit hard | |
| I locked up the South, he locked the 5th Ward | |
| Loaded and cocked, I' m known to be a block bleeder | |
| Known to get paper and I ain' t fin' to stop neither | |
| I got ferarri' s, drive Porsches and shit | |
| Ranch got horses, golf courses and shit | |
| Eat shrimp steak crab raw oysters and shit | |
| And still f k around with all my boys in the bricks | |
| International nigga, I been in and out the states | |
| Kingston, Brazil, bitches feedin me grapes | |
| I can, cut it and bake, all I need is some soda, a plate | |
| A microwave, Pyrex and a cake | |
| You can get it how you want it, what I' m spittin is free | |
| I don' t need to hold in court what I can hold in the streets | |
| Niggaz know how I was raised so ain' t no question these | |
| Consequences you gon' face when niggaz f kin with me | |
| There it is | |
| Chorus | |
| One for the niggaz wanna cross me up | |
| Two for the bitches wanna toss me up | |
| Three for the people tryin to get my mail | |
| Wanna send me to jail so they can lock me up | |
| Four for the hoes who wanna block my shine | |
| Five for the snitch who went and dropped that dime | |
| Six for the suckers who ain' t got no game | |
| That' s a God damn shame, that' s why he hatin on mine | |
| Willie D | |
| From the North to the South I don' t need no passes | |
| You bitches get out of line, I' ma bleed yo' asses | |
| Look man, I ain' t the huffin puffin type | |
| I' ma put that pistol in your motherf kin life | |
| Mayor ? call my crib, I be gettin them greens | |
| F kin the finest hoes that can fit in some jeans | |
| Take an interest in politics, Chopin and Van Gogh | |
| Shoot a motherf ker up and then go vote | |
| They say variety is the spice of life, so we' ll | |
| f k the black broads and lay pipe to the whites | |
| Puerto Ricans and Latinos, Japs and Filipinos | |
| What is y' all trippin fo'? Pussy is pussy | |
| I ain' t gotta come where you live to shoot you in your sleep | |
| I know niggaz in yo' hood that' ll do you for me | |
| Youse a bitchmade pussy born with no nutsac | |
| I' m a motherf kin stand up cat, that' s on the one | |
| Chorus | |
| Bushwick Bill | |
| Spot a fineass bitch and I' m scoopin her up | |
| You can sleep on me nigga if you' re stupid enough | |
| But I' ll be standin in your bed receivin from your woman | |
| You can bust in, but not while I' m cummin | |
| Cause I' m cummin everywhere, in her hair, on her face | |
| on her earring, even on the motherf kin ceiling | |
| Keep it playa with a playa, let me get my nut | |
| After that, you can kill the bitch, I don' t give a f k | |
| Yes indeed, Chuck smoke good weed | |
| If it ain' t hydro get the f k out the do' | |
| You niggaz drink a few shots and your faculty slow | |
| I down the whole f kin bottle like it' s H2O | |
| Got the heart and the steel and the will to bust | |
| I' m the " Little Big Man" with the big ol' nuts | |
| Don' t f k with bitchmades, too real for that | |
| Got the fame and the name but I still will jack, nigga | |
| Chorus |
| zuò cí : Brown, Gilmour, Henderson ... | |
| Yo, let' s do it | |
| ... we gon' do this one | |
| Let the beat ride for a minute though | |
| Will ? in the house from the town | |
| FaceMob in this bitch, ' bout to tear shit down | |
| Uhhuh, yeah, there it is | |
| Yeah | |
| Still the, truth in the game ain' t a damn thing changed | |
| Prone to tote heat up and then shoot flames | |
| Double the O. G. of a deuce thug thang | |
| Bitches who know me know how I do dames | |
| Still, f kin with James we roll in this shit hard | |
| I locked up the South, he locked the 5th Ward | |
| Loaded and cocked, I' m known to be a block bleeder | |
| Known to get paper and I ain' t fin' to stop neither | |
| I got ferarri' s, drive Porsches and shit | |
| Ranch got horses, golf courses and shit | |
| Eat shrimp steak crab raw oysters and shit | |
| And still f k around with all my boys in the bricks | |
| International nigga, I been in and out the states | |
| Kingston, Brazil, bitches feedin me grapes | |
| I can, cut it and bake, all I need is some soda, a plate | |
| A microwave, Pyrex and a cake | |
| You can get it how you want it, what I' m spittin is free | |
| I don' t need to hold in court what I can hold in the streets | |
| Niggaz know how I was raised so ain' t no question these | |
| Consequences you gon' face when niggaz f kin with me | |
| There it is | |
| Chorus | |
| One for the niggaz wanna cross me up | |
| Two for the bitches wanna toss me up | |
| Three for the people tryin to get my mail | |
| Wanna send me to jail so they can lock me up | |
| Four for the hoes who wanna block my shine | |
| Five for the snitch who went and dropped that dime | |
| Six for the suckers who ain' t got no game | |
| That' s a God damn shame, that' s why he hatin on mine | |
| Willie D | |
| From the North to the South I don' t need no passes | |
| You bitches get out of line, I' ma bleed yo' asses | |
| Look man, I ain' t the huffin puffin type | |
| I' ma put that pistol in your motherf kin life | |
| Mayor ? call my crib, I be gettin them greens | |
| F kin the finest hoes that can fit in some jeans | |
| Take an interest in politics, Chopin and Van Gogh | |
| Shoot a motherf ker up and then go vote | |
| They say variety is the spice of life, so we' ll | |
| f k the black broads and lay pipe to the whites | |
| Puerto Ricans and Latinos, Japs and Filipinos | |
| What is y' all trippin fo'? Pussy is pussy | |
| I ain' t gotta come where you live to shoot you in your sleep | |
| I know niggaz in yo' hood that' ll do you for me | |
| Youse a bitchmade pussy born with no nutsac | |
| I' m a motherf kin stand up cat, that' s on the one | |
| Chorus | |
| Bushwick Bill | |
| Spot a fineass bitch and I' m scoopin her up | |
| You can sleep on me nigga if you' re stupid enough | |
| But I' ll be standin in your bed receivin from your woman | |
| You can bust in, but not while I' m cummin | |
| Cause I' m cummin everywhere, in her hair, on her face | |
| on her earring, even on the motherf kin ceiling | |
| Keep it playa with a playa, let me get my nut | |
| After that, you can kill the bitch, I don' t give a f k | |
| Yes indeed, Chuck smoke good weed | |
| If it ain' t hydro get the f k out the do' | |
| You niggaz drink a few shots and your faculty slow | |
| I down the whole f kin bottle like it' s H2O | |
| Got the heart and the steel and the will to bust | |
| I' m the " Little Big Man" with the big ol' nuts | |
| Don' t f k with bitchmades, too real for that | |
| Got the fame and the name but I still will jack, nigga | |
| Chorus |
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