1, 2, 3
Lost Boyz"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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