Song Lyrics Collection

1, 2, 3

Lost Boyz
1996-01-016:26 minSynced lyrics

"1, 2, 3" is a song by Lost Boyz, released in 1996 in the Pop genre. The song is 6:26 long and contains 77 lines and 606 words.

Lyrics

0:001 2 3 - Lost Boyz
1:301 2 3 thousand problems
1:351 2 3 thousand problems
1:41Problems whos got problems
1:42Shes got problems got problems
1:45Three thousand problems got problems
1:53Its a cool summer night
1:55My 44s on my waist gotta half a stick of dynamite
1:59Got some beef wit some niggaz across town
2:01Keep my man to the ground
2:03I gotta shut it down they pull up on my block
2:07Im in my little brown hooptie
2:09So they guess I want the white rock
2:10They walk close towards my ride
2:13Surprise motherf**ker its a handful of
2:161 2 3 thousand problem
2:23(I got problems three thousand problems)
2:29I put two to his head
2:31I jumped on the southern state then Im rushin out to hempstead
2:34One down and one to go
2:36I heard the next niggas on and hes gotten a ball of dough
2:40I kick in the niggas door
2:42I sat the ni**a in the door wit my nickel plated fo-fo
2:46And word up that sh*t is soft
2:48The way this ni**a hit the floor when the freaky got raw
2:52Some b**ch tried to burst but I shot her in the back
2:55Back aiyyo money where your stash at
2:58He took me back inside to this room
3:00Beside the safe full a gs he had mad bags of weeds
3:041 2 3 thousand problems
3:29A lot to do
3:30I call up the underground let me speak to that ni**a lu
3:33He said taliq whats up my man
3:36I got this ni**a locked down wit my joint to his gun
3:39And word up he got an mail press
3:42Aiyyo money whats this address
3:451245 boulevard queens and and tell my man they try to caravan
3:51Understand Im on a mission
3:54And just be nice to pack some extra ammunition
3:57And get some phillies from the store
3:59And park the van on the corner and youre comin through the side door
4:031 2 3 thousand problems
4:09(I got problems we got problems)
4:27They get robbed they wanna go
4:29Aand we dont want trouble I told lou to move the chairs
4:35Aiyyo cheeks help me take this damn b**ch down the stairs
4:39I come back up for the session
4:41Money still tied the f**k up confessin
4:44I blow some smoke into his eyes here ni**a
4:48Take two more puff before you die
4:50Yo I stood up about-faced him
4:53And yo lost boyz waste him
4:56And yo queens waste him and yo southside waste him
5:021 2 3 thousand problems
5:08Who got problems
5:09Pretty lou and the whole motherf**kin world
5:11I got problems
5:26Its 3 oclock in the morn
5:28Sh*t is on motherf**kers sh*t is on
5:31Yeah yeah I gotta get this ni**a shawn
5:34Im drivin in a stolen car wit no motherf**kin plates on
5:38I heard shawn got crazy ends
5:40But before I do this thing I go and pick up my best friends
5:44A forty ounce and lead feels right
5:47I got to see the boy hillside
5:50Understand now hes in court
5:52I roll all my windows down pull my sh*t on the corner
5:55But I still bein sneaky
5:58(whats your name ) cause Im freaky taliq Im freaky taliq
6:01But right now I got beef wit this ni**a named shawn
6:04Sh*t is on word is bond money is gone
6:07Hes wit his b**ch in bed (ah ah)
6:10I pull out my 44 and I dont wanna do his head
6:13Cause this sh*t is too easy (even though)
6:16Even though he can go in one squeezeg its its its crazy
6:21Mr bs l-bs a people 1 2 3 3 thousand problems
6:261 2 3 thousand problems
1 2 3 - Lost Boyz
1   2   3   thousand problems
1   2   3   thousand problems
Problems  whos got problems
Shes got problems  got problems
Three thousand problems  got problems
Its a cool summer night
My  44s on my waist gotta half a stick of dynamite
Got some beef wit some niggaz across town
Keep my man to the ground
I gotta shut it down  they pull up on my block
Im in my little brown hooptie
So they guess I want the white rock
They walk close towards my ride
Surprise motherf**ker its a handful of
1   2   3   thousand problem
(I got   problems  three thousand problems)
I put two to his head
I jumped on the southern state then Im rushin out to hempstead
One down and one to go
I heard the next niggas on and hes gotten a ball of dough
I kick in the niggas door
I sat the ni**a in the door wit my nickel plated fo-fo
And word up that sh*t is soft
The way this ni**a hit the floor when the freaky got raw
Some b**ch tried to burst but I shot her in the back
Back  aiyyo money where your stash at
He took me back inside to this room
Beside the safe full a gs he had mad bags of weeds
1   2   3   thousand problems
A lot to do
I call up the underground let me speak to that ni**a lu
He said  taliq  whats up my man
I got this ni**a locked down wit my joint to his gun
And word up he got an mail press
Aiyyo money whats this address
1245 boulevard queens  and and tell my man they try to caravan
Understand Im on a mission
And just be nice to pack some extra ammunition
And get some phillies from the store
And park the van on the corner and youre comin through the side door
1   2   3   thousand problems
(I got problems  we got problems)
They get robbed they wanna go
Aand we dont want trouble  I told lou to move the chairs
Aiyyo cheeks  help me take this damn b**ch down the stairs
I come back up for the session
Money still tied the f**k up confessin
I blow some smoke into his eyes  here ni**a
Take two more puff before you die
Yo  I stood up  about-faced him
And yo lost boyz waste him
And yo queens waste him  and yo southside waste him
1  2  3   thousand problems
Who got problems
Pretty lou and the whole motherf**kin world
I got problems
Its 3 oclock in the morn
Sh*t is on motherf**kers sh*t is on
Yeah yeah  I gotta get this ni**a shawn
Im drivin in a stolen car wit no motherf**kin plates on
I heard shawn got crazy ends
But before I do this thing I go and pick up my best friends
A forty ounce and lead feels right
I got to see the boy hillside
Understand now hes in court
I roll all my windows down pull my sh*t on the corner
But I still bein sneaky
(whats your name  ) cause Im freaky taliq  Im freaky taliq
But right now I got beef wit this ni**a named shawn
Sh*t is on word is bond money is gone
Hes wit his b**ch in bed (ah ah)
I pull out my  44  and I dont wanna do his head
Cause this sh*t is too easy (even though)
Even though he can go in one squeezeg  its its its crazy
Mr bs l-bs  a people   1   2   3   3   thousand problems
1   2   3   thousand problems

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