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rbl posse - g's by the 1 2 3s كلمات الأغنية

gs by the 1,2,3s lyrics

n-gga i ain’t drunk
but i was at the beat when i was drunk though
i done f-cked around and hooked up wit
(burps)
meet in town up in harbor row
(burps)
yal don’t know me my name tc

chorus
1 and then comes the 2 to the 3 and 3
and then comes the 2 to the 1 and…
repeat (x6)

tc verse
the po’ bummy -ss mack is back on the scene
b-tches n n-ggas tryin to get me for the cream
brother’s on my nuts cuz they just too blind
blind to the mind of a n-gga on the grind
i start wheelin n dealin tryna serve
step up to the mic and got loose with the verse
didn’t understand all the way that a i was maxxin n relaxing n taxin
a n-gga seen action
told me the first time, pay me you get served
didn’t leave knowin you got your manhood tooken
when i hit the hot spot i told you that it gets hot
now you know that sh-t has just start cookin
setting compet-tion for you n-ggas who be trippin
talk behind my back, i caught that -ss slippin
you was on a mission good at your run but kept sleepin
victim of homicide mack 10s creepin
sleep behind my back and got snoops in your gat
girls got jobs and now you wishin you can scat
screaming to the mack 10 begging me for mercy
but i’m gone two stoges n i’m out

(chorus)
mr cee
mr. cee the villain on the under
rapping correctly wit no beeps and no types of blunders
hittin like a storm or a hurricane
keepin n-ggas slippin from the sleep as i pour rain
bouncing her out like o’s? it’s the kilos!
getting so rich i’m a change my name to mr. c-note
cuz like nike n-ggas wanna do it
it’s was already done so get a boot to the gleuteus
and if not n-ggas get strangled
bodies dangled, thrown in the truck, cut up n mangled
i smoke dank tho, spark up the flame ho
cuz straight in ’92 rbl stayin single
i stay alone in the m-th-f-kkin ghetto
where n-ggas say sup n never say h-llo
so what do i do, to who do i turn?
will the cops ever catch me or will i get burned?
but don’t worry keep your pockets on fat
and never tell a groupie b-tch who you gonna jack
and don’t say mr. cee told ya
cuz k!llas don’t talk sh-t they get over

chorus

totally insane
midtown productions comin up in this rap game
sportin a sack, not a rag or a fat chain
but where i grew up is just like a war zone
seem like n-ggas in the hood got they colors on
or else they color blind cuz i grew up wit these fools
me n most of these n-ggas mob the old school
he wouldn’t cross me i thought cuz i knew him
now next time when i see him i’m a have to shoot him
i keep my bub (alcohol) on to keep from being nervous
can’t be leaving cuz they just might serve us
i got my glock on my side ready for the drama
can’t even roll thru the set with my mom
the police won’t leave me alone
they keep bringing up evidence so they can run in my zones
amuses is doing her so i gotta watch out for these young brothers
my life is a scene outta colors
the brother down the street is like nino brown
til the one-time (police) kicked his momma door down
he would admit he was locked at a motel
his momma got her house took but oh well
but he’s a ballin cat and he said he would help her
so she’s wearin silk n leather in a homeless shelter
god gives you life then your life is torn
that’s how it is when youre livin in the ghetto storm

chorus

black c
stepping in last but a n-gga not least
it’s the black c n-gga suckas on p
or rbl posse loungin around and countin gs
b-tches on the d-ck get a grip cause you’re houndin me
can’t you understand this sh-t is simple and plain
my n-ggas in the house by the name of insane
and the n-gga tc b-tch the n-ggas kinda clever
hooked up the beat, had us n-ggas come together
ain’t got time for the n-ggas with the drama
i’ll lay you across my lap spank that -ss like ya momma
the big nine deuce stop drama clock duckets
so we can roll in benzos, beamers, not buckets
this goes to ya hoes too, straight on the plot
settin n-ggas up, tryna get him for his nikes
scandalous b-tches out there schemin like demons
you better get a grip before ya -ss kiss the s-m-n
already through the maze put by the white man
thinking black women wanna give them a hand
i can give a f-ck i’m still do them switch ups
switch up on a b-tch quick so hoe press ya luck
i just better yet get the 9 millimeta
setting them n-ggas up dirty hoe i don’t need ya
then i kick back, steady counting my gs
rbl and insane countin the 1,2,3

chorus

- rbl posse

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