paroles de chanson 1, 2, the 3 - Geto Boys
"1,
2,
and
3"
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,
fuckin
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
{?}
drive
Porsches
and
shit
Ranch
got
horses,
golf
courses
and
shit
Eat
shrimp
steak
crab
raw
oysters
and
shit
And
still
fuck
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
fuckin
with
me
There
it
is
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
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
motherfuckin
life
Mayor
{?}
call
my
crib,
I
be
gettin
them
greens
Fuckin
the
finest
hoes
that
can
fit
in
some
jeans
Take
an
interest
in
politics,
Chopin
and
Van
Gogh
Shoot
a
motherfucker
up
and
then
go
vote
They
say
variety
is
the
spice
of
life,
so
we'll
Fuck
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
motherfuckin
stand
up
cat,
that′s
on
the
one
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
motherfuckin
ceiling
Keep
it
playa
with
a
playa,
let
me
get
my
nut
After
that,
you
can
kill
the
bitch,
I
don′t
give
a
fuck
Yes
indeed,
Chuck
smoke
good
weed
If
it
ain't
hydro
get
the
fuck
out
the
do'
You
niggaz
drink
a
few
shots
and
your
faculty
slow
I
down
the
whole
fuckin
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
fuck
with
bitch-mades,
too
real
for
that
Got
the
fame
and
the
name
but
I
still
will
jack,
nigga
1 Intro
2 Declaration of War
3 Yes Yes Yall
4 We Boogie
5 When It Gets Gangsta
6 I Tried
7 1, 2, the 3
8 G Code
9 What?
10 Leanin on You
11 Nothin' 2 Show
12 Real N!@@a Sh!t
13 The Secret
14 Dirty B@!ch
15 Outro
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