Lyrics:
a chinese phonebook
Five four three ugly as can be, she said
[Ron-de-vu]
Hello Eazy E. Do you remember me? (I said no)
Huhu yes you do suga
My name is Bertha
Waddup Midwest
They forgot about the 4th coast, it aint nuttin though
What up Arkansas, Minnesota, Kansas, Kentucky, Missouri
Everybody in the Lou
brand new for that ass
One, two, three, four
Get your woman on the floor
Gotta, gotta get up to get down
Gotta, gotta get up to get down
One, two
thee?
I'm gonna send thee three by three
Three for the Hebrew children
Two for Paul and Silas
One for the itty bitty baby
Who was born, born, born
ribbit, ribbit!" said the four
"Tweet, tweet, tweet!" said the three
"Bloop, bloop!" said the two
"Quack!" said the one
And the little baby laughed
The last legal public hanging in town happened in the fall of 1865 on what is now the alley between 16th and 17th Avenues on Music Row. Four thieves
Step on the gas and wipe that tear away
One sweet dream came true today
Came true today
Came true today
Yes, it did
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
All good
1, 2, 3, 4, 5 years go by
I don't really know why, I don't really know why
7, 8, 9, 11 years go by
I don't really know why, I don't really know
Will you tell me somethin', Mr. Lumberjack
Is it one for forward and three for back?
Is it two for stop or four for go?
Boy, ask a whistle punk, I don't
in Bethlehem
Children go where I send thee
How shall I send thee
I'm gonna send thee three by three
Three for the Hebrew children
Two for Paul
two won′t go
Three into two won't go
I drive by your house late at night
Just to see if your old man′s car's at home
I′m tired of calling and hanging
Ten
Nine
Eight
Seven
Six
Five
Four
Three
Two
One, happy new year
Uh, it's a new world, it's a new world
It's a new world, it's a new world
and I walked right out the door
I walked out on the count of 1,2,1,2,3,4
Get your kicks while you can babe
Get your kicks cause they won't last
I walked
I'm balling 4th quarter in the Staples
Down by 2 in the 4th turn the tables
Drafted in the first signed by a label
RIP to the laker he's an angel
I
brand new for that ass
One, two, three, four
Get your woman on the floor
Gotta, gotta get up to get down
Gotta, gotta get up to get down
One, two
the Jones
(Yeah)
ON THE ‘dOWN now left on my own
(Yeah)
ON THE ‘dOWN now tryin’ 2 get the Jones
Staring down at these 4 walls
(Ahhh)
Thinking what 2 do
mulattos had no trouble at all with men
All men say that I'm as sweet as honey
'Cause I'm thirty-four, thirty-eight and twenty-two at the tummy
They called
1, 2, 3, 4, come on baby say you love me
5, 6, 7 times
They tell me you're shy boy
But I want you just the same
Don't play innocent with me
You know
the sky, Lord, in the sky
4th Verse
I went back home, the home was Lonesome
Missed my mother, she was gone
All of my brothers, sisters crying
What a home so
[Havoc]
1 2 1 2
[Prodigy]
Yo however do u want however do you need P
My Mobb bring it back to life back to reality
You walk a fine line
Mike Jones, Jones
Mike Jones, Jones
[Hook - 2x Big Moe]
I stay flossing in that candy paint
Blowin dank
Sippin drank on 84 swangers
Tearin up
by two
Two for Paul and Silas
Three for the little bitty baby
Four for the Hebrew children
Five for the gospel preachers
That was born, born
Born
Written by you know me
Now I'm not saying anymore
Except to tell you
That this is not Number 1: number 2:
Number 3: or Number 5 But Number 4
A one, two
A one, two, three, four
Half a bee, philosophically
Must, ipso facto, half not be
But half the bee has got to be
A vis-a-vis its
.JPG/300px-2brothersonthe4thfloor_(cropped).JPG "2 Brothers on the 4th Floor")
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