The LOX, Ma$e - 1, 2, 3, 4 lyrics
[The LOX, Ma$e - 1, 2, 3, 4 lyrics]
You on the circle line
What's wrong? Ain't your yacht out yet
Ain't you that Willie, Benz pushing
Slash Melrose cat
Nigga please, in the Hills of Beverly
You find it's heavenly
Slingin' dick to Pamela
Anderson bitches daily lOX, when we ball
It's Pay-Per-View y'all straight movie
Flee in the Z3 while woozy now gentlemen
Do we have to get into some gangsta shit
For me to get paid on my song
Y'all just get sprayed
Esta mointo as a nail but on point though
I'll blast up the loca
For skimming on my coca
LOX, in total control and power
And everything you see us with
In videos be ours you can't afford it
So you playa hate I see your logic
My coat is $1500 keep your army in the closet
As long as L-O-X keeps giving
You what you need
We gonna take it there nigga AS WE PROCEED
Yo, you already know what I'm here for
Therefore, L-O-X be the niggas
That I care for
Holding down this foundation, Mr jason
Bald head, baby faced and I stay laced and
When you pay good, you play good, stay good
I'ma get this money while you
Fake thugs stay hood
Why wouldn't I be stacking franks
15 in clip while you packing shanks
Iron swinger, hair triggers, Fed bidders
Real niggas, the lil' kids still dig us
Next time be careful who you bring drama to
Speaker phone in the Suburban with 6 monitors
Pad lock everything filled to the top
We ain't gonna stop
We just gonna squeeze 'til you drop
Paniro, Luch, bounce in the coupe
With no trouble all my
Niggas bubble like goose
Or geese, Nautica fleece it ain't nothing
But now I can drop 25 on the piece
Butta Nats do it with whoever
Who you kidding? Back to back like green on
The other side of Clinton
Shock treatments for them cats
Who can't freak it we keep 'em dusted
That's why they always try to leak it
But peep it, that weed shit, you can keep it
We trying to sell all the real
Unit's we can eat with
Fuck the cars and the clothes
Sex and the bitch homies that got life and
Niggas that run thick
Like a pack of wolves with
Tools we all improve
Chance I can drown I ain't
Jumping in the pool i ain't a fool
You fucking with the Guineas and the Mouls
When the money's making me hot
I move where it's cool
My pigment is just a figment
You never see my ghost
Move through the L-O-X triangle pyramid
This is for them cats that's
Like "who's the LOX"
Better float up to Yonkers
Nigga choose a block
Got Arabics, Ricans, Jews and Wops
Drinking booze 'bout to drop
Trying to lose the cops
Same shit, where you at say where you at
I got my first felony, holding my gat
And I been robbing cats, slinging my sacks
Styles P-A-N-IR-O
BM Doub, see that thug, get that dough
We ain't positive, but we ain't negative
The cops got guns and they don't
Like us where we live
Take notes, I'm smoking a roach
Holding my toast giving my quotes
To the shorties living with dope
You think it ain't real
Until you're caged in and you
Can't get a feel
We keep the rage in cuz we never made a mil
So we blazin' all the faggots on the hill
Fuckin' niggas girls but they keep
'em on the pill but dog wear your hat cuz
The honey's type ill everything is real
What's wrong? Ain't your yacht out yet
Ain't you that Willie, Benz pushing
Slash Melrose cat
Nigga please, in the Hills of Beverly
You find it's heavenly
Slingin' dick to Pamela
Anderson bitches daily lOX, when we ball
It's Pay-Per-View y'all straight movie
Flee in the Z3 while woozy now gentlemen
Do we have to get into some gangsta shit
For me to get paid on my song
Y'all just get sprayed
Esta mointo as a nail but on point though
I'll blast up the loca
For skimming on my coca
LOX, in total control and power
And everything you see us with
In videos be ours you can't afford it
So you playa hate I see your logic
My coat is $1500 keep your army in the closet
As long as L-O-X keeps giving
You what you need
We gonna take it there nigga AS WE PROCEED
Yo, you already know what I'm here for
Therefore, L-O-X be the niggas
That I care for
Holding down this foundation, Mr jason
Bald head, baby faced and I stay laced and
When you pay good, you play good, stay good
I'ma get this money while you
Fake thugs stay hood
Why wouldn't I be stacking franks
15 in clip while you packing shanks
Iron swinger, hair triggers, Fed bidders
Real niggas, the lil' kids still dig us
Next time be careful who you bring drama to
Speaker phone in the Suburban with 6 monitors
Pad lock everything filled to the top
We ain't gonna stop
We just gonna squeeze 'til you drop
Paniro, Luch, bounce in the coupe
With no trouble all my
Niggas bubble like goose
Or geese, Nautica fleece it ain't nothing
But now I can drop 25 on the piece
Butta Nats do it with whoever
Who you kidding? Back to back like green on
The other side of Clinton
Shock treatments for them cats
Who can't freak it we keep 'em dusted
That's why they always try to leak it
But peep it, that weed shit, you can keep it
We trying to sell all the real
Unit's we can eat with
Fuck the cars and the clothes
Sex and the bitch homies that got life and
Niggas that run thick
Like a pack of wolves with
Tools we all improve
Chance I can drown I ain't
Jumping in the pool i ain't a fool
You fucking with the Guineas and the Mouls
When the money's making me hot
I move where it's cool
My pigment is just a figment
You never see my ghost
Move through the L-O-X triangle pyramid
This is for them cats that's
Like "who's the LOX"
Better float up to Yonkers
Nigga choose a block
Got Arabics, Ricans, Jews and Wops
Drinking booze 'bout to drop
Trying to lose the cops
Same shit, where you at say where you at
I got my first felony, holding my gat
And I been robbing cats, slinging my sacks
Styles P-A-N-IR-O
BM Doub, see that thug, get that dough
We ain't positive, but we ain't negative
The cops got guns and they don't
Like us where we live
Take notes, I'm smoking a roach
Holding my toast giving my quotes
To the shorties living with dope
You think it ain't real
Until you're caged in and you
Can't get a feel
We keep the rage in cuz we never made a mil
So we blazin' all the faggots on the hill
Fuckin' niggas girls but they keep
'em on the pill but dog wear your hat cuz
The honey's type ill everything is real