4,3,2,1 (Explicit)歌词由LL Cool J&Method Man&Redman&DMX&Cannibus演唱,出自专辑《HIP-HOP 50: EAST COAST (Explicit)》,下面是《4,3,2,1 (Explicit)》完整版歌词!
4,3,2,1 (Explicit)歌词完整版
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
Time time