Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo Lyrics
4, 5, 6 Lyrics
4, 5, 6 is in the mix - I'm hittin them with trip's Headcrack, time to get the bread black! 4, 5, 6 is in the mix - I'm hittin them with trip's Headcrack, time to get the bread!
I rolled on every cee-lo corner that I know inside the city Kiddies, I got a fat mitt in my pocket lookin pretty So who wanna get paid on the block? A thousand's in the pock' Now go and grab your knots from the stash spot I shake them up and shake them up roll and I break em up Two ? and a pound-cake ("Yeah nigga, wake em up!") Keepin my fingers wrapped around the joint in case niggaz start brawlin, because I see em FALLIN to the strong point One by one they losin down the line A fifty buck roll, a duck blows, old nigga pay me mine! ("Damn nigga!") I grab the dice, place your price, all you men are mice Riffin as I'm sippin on a Heineken and gettin nice I shake em up they papes are gettin dead, nigga sittin on a Beretta said he wanna bet that I don't throw a better Now the game is surrounded by some money hungry bitches I put the kisses on my fists and rolled the triple sixes And once again it be the point, that I shoot that be puttin crazy loot, in the pocket of my army suit Now who wanna come throw another round I rolled a fo', a six, hold up, NOW I seen a fuckin pound Yeah you nigga know what the name of the game is I'm in yo' anus, cee-lo you know that shit that made a nigga famous Because I'm on the ding-dong, I can't go wrong Rollin for two hours long and STILL rollin strong
4, 5, 6 is in the mix - I'm hittin them with trip's Headcrack, time to get the bread black! 4, 5, 6 is in the mix - I'm hittin them with trip's
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