Joell Ortiz - 4, 3, 2, 1 lyrics
[Joell Ortiz - 4, 3, 2, 1 lyrics]
On a scale of one, two
Three, four, five, six, seven
Eight, nine, ten, motherfucker I'm in eleven
I served 12 12's amongst thirteen buildings
But fourteen grams, oh man I made a killing
On the fifteenth the welfare check dropped
So it popped like the sixteens
Sitting in my Glock
Seventeen years old with the coliseum fronts
In the back way with like eighteen blunts
It was nineteen
I forgot the year but it was on
Cause dimes went out of style
And the twenties came along
Twenty-one dollar E&Js with my crew
Cracks in my ass and
The grands are twenty-two
Twenty-three on my jersey, Nikes on my feet
On the twenty-fourth bus tryna
Write to a beat
Locked the game like twenty-five
To life at twenty-six
Twenty-seven gave you The Brick
At twenty-eight I give you this nigga
Three, four, five, six, seven
Eight, nine, ten, motherfucker I'm in eleven
I served 12 12's amongst thirteen buildings
But fourteen grams, oh man I made a killing
On the fifteenth the welfare check dropped
So it popped like the sixteens
Sitting in my Glock
Seventeen years old with the coliseum fronts
In the back way with like eighteen blunts
It was nineteen
I forgot the year but it was on
Cause dimes went out of style
And the twenties came along
Twenty-one dollar E&Js with my crew
Cracks in my ass and
The grands are twenty-two
Twenty-three on my jersey, Nikes on my feet
On the twenty-fourth bus tryna
Write to a beat
Locked the game like twenty-five
To life at twenty-six
Twenty-seven gave you The Brick
At twenty-eight I give you this nigga
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