Ca$his - 1,2,3 (feat. Royce Da 5'9") lyrics

Natti, he run this motherf**er... Capo, I run this motherf**errr... Royce, he in this motherf**aah... Bogish, let's go! This one of them thumpers, you ain't corny then them bump us b**h you horny, then f** us, let's roll I, I, got my Gucci on, it's so on Whiling in the Benz with a big body, on the way to a b**h party Me Cla**y, Capo Cashis, Rikanatti It's probly a bunch motherf**in tough actors but I lump your face To who it concerns, we even do the prosecuting attorneys, we jump on your case Come out the leather jacket, picture me backin down from a rapper Not for nothing, never happened, I'll be forever clappin' Bring it back down... You horny, then f** us, let's roll I, I, check it out my, weapon out now Simmer down now, better bow now I, I'm ending all the bullsh** ending with a full clip Dressed like a preacher, shootin' from the pulpit All a n***a really needs is a little bit I'm ignorant, I'm stupid I'm too sick, I'm too big One n***a, you know it I'm ignorant, I'm stupid I'm too sick, I'm too big One n***a, one n***a, one n***a you know do it Is that how many s**ers wanna come get me I promise you can't, none of ya'll f** with me I stand over the body with a M16 I'll lay the crowd down like... I'm goin' in, using my motherf**ing brain And control the flow, these other rappers is losin' again I'm talkin' big sh** to n***as who be much bigger Capo loco, runnin' with a 4-4 Better call the po-po, coming out the block so they go, wanna low jo So cold in the snow when I'm low low Your ho wanna go loc, with a young Folk Got shooters in the hole, surely ya'll loosing never seen no Uzi's They got pistols coming too late, on my side watch out with groupies Gotta gang of kids, and a lot of p**y Push me, I ain't no rookie Wrap my bill in a plastic bag Pound your a** and I break your cookie Sending my brochure, look like suki I'm locked behind bars like Suke You know me, west to the west coast, ain't no n***a outdo me We let you out like today, this thick and I'm out that today They lurchin', lunchin' any busta Say they gon do to me, something Nothing, I'm the wrong one to be f**ed with Call cops out and I owe you nothing Say something else, next time I'll come back dumpin' n***a Is that how many s**ers wanna come get me I promise you can't, none of ya'll f** with me I stand over the body with a M16 I'll lay the crowd down like... All 22 clips, n***as can't move this Fo 5th, no kicks, smoked with new b**h Abusive acoustics, seducing you through this music BBG is the movement, we multi-lateral moving s**ers slump from the shootin' Now what the f** was he doin? b**h aye, bring yo AK for the melee Saws up on the bang just like Dre day I done moved pure right by the KKK, all work but no play I'm on the grind now overtime, I goin' prime, I'm rollin' high And if yo punk a** rapper f** with me, then he will surely die Mortified of my presence, cause I'm born to ride my essence So my Eazy E sh** quick to tell, that b**h no more questions The flyest, and the freshest, yes I'm feeling like the best You better get my respect before I'm clearing out your set When I'm airing out this Tek, like your b**h get you wet I take a hit and then I jet, I smoke you right by your projects When I'm airing out this Tek, like your b**h get you wet I take a hit and then I jet, I smoke you right by your projects b**h n***a Is that how many s**ers wanna come get me I promise you can't, none of ya'll f** with me I stand over the body with a M16 I'll lay the crowd down like...