Lyrics:
Hup! Two! Three! Four!
Keep it up! Two! Three! Four!
Hup! Two! Three! Four!
Keep it up! Two! Three! Four!
Oh, the aim of our patrol
Is
and hill
Is a military goal!
Is a military goal!
Hup 2, 3, 4
Dress it up 2, 3, 4
Hup 2, 3, 4
Dress it up 2, 3, 4
By the ranks or single file
Over
Hup two three four
Keep it up, two three four
Hup two three four
Keep it up, two three four
Company, sound off!
Oh, the aim of our patrol
Is
I got four good reasons why I cant go back there again
She had skin like a statue, milky white and pure
Carved by an artist who's hand is demure
One two three four
If you see me walking down the street
And I start to cry
Walk on by
Walk on by
Foolish pride
I break down and cry
Cry
I'm gonna send thee four by four
Four by four that stood at the door
Three by the Hebrew children
Two by Paul and Silas
One by the little bitty baby
two things just the same
Baby you're a quick change artist
And everybody knows you by a different name
You told me what your name is
I showed you
One two three four
If you see me walking down the street
And I start to cry
Walk on by
Walk on by
Foolish pride
I break down and cry
Cry
Cry
I got four good reasons why I can't go back there again
She had skin like a statue, milky white and pure
Carved by an artist whose hand is demure
me, crazy
So I live by two words, "Fuck you, pay me"
Screaming, "Jesus, save me"
You know how the game be, I can't let 'em change me
'Cause
more can they afford?
Two by two, they stepped into the ark,
Two by two, they step in the dark.
Three by three, they're turning the key,
Four by
got four good reasons why I can't go back there again
She had skin like a statue, milky white and pure
Carved by an artist whose hand is demure
Got
pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
It takes four hours of pushin' broom
To buy a four-by-twelve two-bit room
I'm a man of means, by no means
King
and hill
Is a military goal!
Is a military goal!
Hup 2, 3, 4
Dress it up 2, 3, 4
Hup 2, 3, 4
Dress it up 2, 3, 4
By the ranks or single file
Over
your heart, I promise you,
In this, our "two by four" town,
"Welcome" on the door town,
If you'll make it your town, too.
(Musical interlude)
You
I got four good reasons why I can't go back there again
She had skin like a statue, milky white and pure
Carved by an artist whose hand is demure
artist"
[Quik] Doin much damage in the ninety-two
"for America's mo-mo-mo-mo
most complete artist-artist-are-are-artist"
[DJ Quik]
Now DJ Quik is
Sutra scream fuck your position and make you hold that
I'm trying to stay grounded like four flats
But I know flats and Piru Crip tats
Will swarm
me, crazy
So I live by two words, "Fuck you, pay me"
Screaming, "Jesus, save me"
You know how the game be, I can't let 'em change me
'Cause
to Brenda, Laticia, or Linda, Felicia
She came for me twice, I didn't even nut for her once, you know I'm a pleaser
Forty-two millimeter, was made in Geneva
We're lying by the orange sky
Two million miles across the land
Scattered to the highest high
Expect they'll either laugh or cry
No sex, no
the ark
Two by two they step in the dark
Three by three they're turning the key
Four by four they turn it some more.
One by one they followed the sun
Two
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