Dj Clue - 1, 2, 3, 4 Lyrics
Verse one: sheek luchionYou on the circle line, whats wrong? aint your yacht out yetAint you that willie, benz pushing, slash melrose catNigga please, in the hills of beverly, you find its heavenlySlingin dick to pamela anderson *****es dailyL.o.x., when we ballIts pay-per-view yallStraight movieFlee in the z3 while woozyNow gentlemen, do we have to get into some gangsta shitFor me to get paid on my song, yall just get sprayedEsta mointo; as a nail but on point thoughIll blast up the locaFor skimming on my cocaL.o.x., in total control and powerAnd everything you see us with in videos be oursYou cant afford it, so you playa hate I see your logicMy coat is $1500 keep your army in the closetAs long as l-o-x keeps giving you what you needWe gonna take it there nigga as we proceedChorus (ma$e): 1, 2, 3, 4 (4x)Verse two: jadakissYo, you already know what Im here forTherefore, l-o-x be the niggaz that I care forHolding down this foundation, mr. jasonBald head, baby faced and I stay laced andWhen you pay good, you play good, stay goodIma get this money while you fake thugs stay hoodWhy wouldnt I be stacking franks15 in clip while you packing shanksIron swinger, hair triggers, fed biddersReal niggaz, the lil kids still dig usNext time be careful who you bring drama toSpeaker phone in the suburban with 6 monitorsPad lock everything filled to the topWe aint gonna stop, we just gonna squeeze til you dropPaniro, luch, bounce in the coupeWith no trouble all my niggaz bubble like gooseOr geese, nautica fleece it aint nothingBut now I can drop 25 on the pieceButta nats do it with whoever, who you kidding?Back to back like green on the other side of clintonShock treatments for them cats who cant freak itWe keep em dusted, thats why they always try to leak itBut peep it, that weed shit, you can keep itWe trying to sell all the real units we can eat withVerse three: styles paniro***** the cars and the clothes, sex and the *****Homies that got life and niggaz that run thickLike a pack of wolves with tools we all improveChance I can drown I aint jumping in the poolI aint a fool, you *****ing with the guineas and the moulsWhen the moneys making me hot, I move where its coolMy pigment is just a figmentYou never see my ghost, move through the l-o-x triangle pyramidThis is for them cats thats like whos the l.o.x.Better float up to yonkers nigga choose a blockGot arabics, ricans, jews and wopsDrinking booze bout to drop, trying to lose the copsSame shit, where you at say where you atI got my first felony, holding my gatAnd I been robbing cats, slinging my sacksStyles p-a-n-i-r-oBm doub., see that thug, get that doughWe aint positive, but we aint negativeThe cops got guns and they dont like us where we liveTake notes, Im smoking a roach, holding my toastGiving my quotes, to the shorties living with dopeYou think it aint real, until youre caged in and you cant get a feelWe keep the rage in cuz we never made a mil.So we blazin all the faggots on the hill*****in niggaz girls but they keep em on the pillBut dog wear your hat cuz the honeys type illEverything is real
