ฟังเพลง4,3,2,1 (Explicit)

4,3,2,1 (Explicit) - LL Cool J/Method Man/Redman/DMX/Cannibus

Lyrics by：Erick Sermon/James Todd Smith/Clifford Smith/Reginald Noble/Earl Simmons/Germaine Williams

Composed by：Erick Sermon/James Todd Smith/Clifford Smith/Reginald Noble/Earl Simmons/Germaine Williams

Produced by：Erick Sermon

Yeah yeah

Ay carumba

I'm gonna Bankhead bounce

No doubt

Watch yo mouth

Ayo one two three four

Five six seven

Blaze the hot

Trizack that sound like heaven

Seven six five four to

Three two one

Ma'mon Meth-Tical come and get some

Playin' my position hot Nixon

This one for all the sick ones confliction

Posionous darts sickening best believe

Finger itchin' with two broke legs

Now I'm trippin'

On MC's cliche shot that ricochets

Start trouble bust bubbles hip to wicked ways

Gotta love me G-O-D no one above me

Look good but **** ugly

Tap your jaw from my punch buggy sonnin' you

Got you ****tin' in your last Huggie runnin' who

******* punk get a speed bump comin' through

A single shot make your meat lump respect Wu

Ayo I put it on a nigga ****** on a nigga

Turn a Christian to a certified sinner

The bomb I release time pent up explodes

When you got sent up I was hittin' ya ex h*e

**** I kept low petro' your metro

Politic keep the chickenheads gobblin'

**** I'm drivin' in come with fog halogen

Terrorize your city from the spliff committee

Kick a*s 'til both Timberlands turn ****ty

Gritty smack the driver's head in the gypsy

When I approach rappers be takin' notes

I drop like I shoulda invented the raincoat

Absolut I love to burn to the roots

I keep cummin' 'til you pour sperm

From your boots

Vigilante hardcore to the *****

Tell you **** you my attitude is anemic

I'm the illest nigga alive watch me prove it

I snatch your crown witcha head

Still attatched to it

Canibus is the type who'll fight for mics

Beatin' niggaz to death and beatin'

Dead niggaz to life

When you look at me long enough

I start to read your thoughts

If the signal was strong enough

And then I'll call your bluff

Like Yo how many rhymes you got

I could go on for more Milleniums

Than Mazda's got on the car lot

And there's nowhere to run ta

When I confront ya

Nigga I call your bluff like

It had a phone number

Who wanna see Canibus get wild

Who wanna act fly and get shot

Down with a surface-to-air missile

I take 'em on in all shapes sizes

And forms and spit on

Anybody who ain't close enough to **** on

Zero to sixty I'm already doin' a hunnid

When I'm blunted and I give it

To any nigga that want it

Stay out the dark 'cause if

I catch you when the sun is down

Run it clown come up off that

Or I'm gon' gun it down

Run it now however it's gonna go

It's gon' be that

See that that ****'ll finish

You dawg believe that

Where we at do your value your

Life as much as your possesions

Don't be a stupid nigga learn a lesson

I'm gon' get you either way

And it's better to live

Let me get what's up in your

Sock 'cause it's better to give

Than receive believe what

I say when I tell ya

Don't make me put you somewhere

Where nobody could smell ya

And when the lights is out they

Don't come back on

This ain't a flick you ain't gon'

Come back on you ain't that strong

You knew it was wrong but you asked for it baby

You's a big nigga ski mask for it baby

So I can hit you up on front street

Thinkin' I'm sweet

Want heat one deep leave him behind

Aiyyo one two three four

Five six seven

Blaze the hot trizack

Shine like heaven

Seven six five four

Three two one

Come on Mr Smith come get some

When young sons fantasize of borrowing flows

Tell little shorty with the big mouth

The bank is closed ha word up

The symbol on my arm is off limits to challengers

You hold the rusty swords I swing the Excalibur

How dare you step up in my dimension uh huh

Your little a*s should be somewhere cryin' on detention

Watch your mouth better yet hold your tongue

I'ma do this **** for free this time this one's for fun

Blow you to pieces leave you covered in feces

With one thesis LL cool J is hard

Every little boy wanna pick up the mic

And try to run with the big boys

And live up to the real hype

But that's like pickin' up a ball playin' with Mike

Swingin' at Ken Griffey or challengin' Roy to a fight

Stop it you're amateur MC's

Don't you know I'm like the

Dream team tourin' overseas

For rappers in my circle I'm a deadly disease

Ringmaster bringin' a tiger cub to his knees uhh

In the history of rap they've never seen such prominence

Your naive confidence gets crushed by my dominance word up

Now let's get back to this mic on my arm

If it ever left my side it'd transform into a time bomb

You don't wanna borrow that you wanna idolize

And you don't wanna make me mad nigga you wanna socalize

And I'm daring every MC in the game

To play yourself out position and mention my name

I make a rhyme for every syllable in your name

Go platinum for every time your grimy a*s was on the train

Watch your mouth don't ever step out of line

LL cool J nigga greatest of all time

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