Lirik Lagu One Two Three Four - The Lox
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[Sheek]You in the circle line, what's wrongAin't your yacht out yetAin't you that Willie Benz pusher slash (?)Nigga please in the Hills of Beverly you find us HeavenlySwingin' dick to Pamela Anderson bitches dailyLOX, when we ball it's paper view y'allStraight movie, flee to see three while I'm oozyNow gentlemen, do we have to get into some gangsta shitFor me to get paid and I saw y'all just get sprayedIt's the (?), as a nail but on point thoughI blast up the Loca for scheming on my coke-ahLOX, in total control and powerAnd everything you see us sweatin' in our videos be oursBut you can't afford it so you player hate, I see the logicMy coke fifteen-hundred keeps your army in the closetAs long as L-O-X keep giving you what you needWe gonna take it there nigga, as we proceed
[Jadakis]One Two Three FourTwo Three FourThree Four
[Jadakis]Yo, you already know what I'm here forTherefor L-O-X be the niggas that I care forHoldin' down this foundation, Mister JasonBalled head baby face and I stay laced andWhen you pay good you play goodI'ma get this money while these fake thugs stay lowAnd why wouldn't I be stackin' FranksFifteen in the clip while you packin' shanks(?) swingers, hair (?), fed bidders, real niggasThe little kids still dig usNext time be careful who you bring drama toSpeaker phone in the Suburban with (?)Pad lock, filled to the top and everythingWe ain't gonna stopWe just going to squeeze through your glockDinero, Louch, bounce to the coup withNo trouble all my niggas bubble like gooseOr geese, nauticale fleece it aint nothin'But now I can drop twenty-five on the pieceButt in axe duels with whoeverWho you kidding, back to backLike cream on the other side of ClintonShock treatment for the cats who can't freak itI keep it 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 with
[Styles]Fuck the cars and and the clothes, sex and the bitchFocus on life and niggas that run thickLike a pack of wolves, with tools we all been frugalThis chance is second round I aint jumpin' in no bullFucking with the guiani's and the molesWhen the money's making me hot, I move where it's coolOur pigment is just for figmentYou never see my rolls (?) moving through the triangle pyramidThis is for the cats that's like "Who's the Lox?"Better flow up to Yonkers nigga, choose a blockGot Arabics, Ricos, Jews and WopsDrinking booze up the (?) tryin' to lose the copsSame shit, where you at, but where "you" at?I got my first felony, holding a gatAnd I've been robbed by cats, slingin' my sacksStyles P-A-N-I-R-O, B-M-Doub, see that thug, get that doeWe ain't positive, but we ain't negativeThe cops got guns, and they dont like us where we liveTake notes, I'm smokin' a roach, holding my toastGivin' my quotes, to the shorties livin' with dopeYou think it ain't real, until you caged inAnd you can't hit a feel, you keep the rage inCuz you never made a mil' so we keep it blazin'And the fagots on the hill, fucking niggas girlsBut they keep them on the pill, a dog where you atCuz the honey is tight ill, everything is real
[Jadakis]One Two Three FourTwo Three FourThree Four
[Jadakis]Yo, you already know what I'm here forTherefor L-O-X be the niggas that I care forHoldin' down this foundation, Mister JasonBalled head baby face and I stay laced andWhen you pay good you play goodI'ma get this money while these fake thugs stay lowAnd why wouldn't I be stackin' FranksFifteen in the clip while you packin' shanks(?) swingers, hair (?), fed bidders, real niggasThe little kids still dig usNext time be careful who you bring drama toSpeaker phone in the Suburban with (?)Pad lock, filled to the top and everythingWe ain't gonna stopWe just going to squeeze through your glockDinero, Louch, bounce to the coup withNo trouble all my niggas bubble like gooseOr geese, nauticale fleece it aint nothin'But now I can drop twenty-five on the pieceButt in axe duels with whoeverWho you kidding, back to backLike cream on the other side of ClintonShock treatment for the cats who can't freak itI keep it 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 with
[Styles]Fuck the cars and and the clothes, sex and the bitchFocus on life and niggas that run thickLike a pack of wolves, with tools we all been frugalThis chance is second round I aint jumpin' in no bullFucking with the guiani's and the molesWhen the money's making me hot, I move where it's coolOur pigment is just for figmentYou never see my rolls (?) moving through the triangle pyramidThis is for the cats that's like "Who's the Lox?"Better flow up to Yonkers nigga, choose a blockGot Arabics, Ricos, Jews and WopsDrinking booze up the (?) tryin' to lose the copsSame shit, where you at, but where "you" at?I got my first felony, holding a gatAnd I've been robbed by cats, slingin' my sacksStyles P-A-N-I-R-O, B-M-Doub, see that thug, get that doeWe ain't positive, but we ain't negativeThe cops got guns, and they dont like us where we liveTake notes, I'm smokin' a roach, holding my toastGivin' my quotes, to the shorties livin' with dopeYou think it ain't real, until you caged inAnd you can't hit a feel, you keep the rage inCuz you never made a mil' so we keep it blazin'And the fagots on the hill, fucking niggas girlsBut they keep them on the pill, a dog where you atCuz the honey is tight ill, everything is real
