4,5,6 lyrics – kool g. rap

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 n*gg*, wake em up!”;)
keepin my fingers wrapped around the joint in case n*gg*z
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 n*gg* pay me mine! (“; d*mn n*gg*!”;)
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, n*gg* sittin on a beretta
said he wanna bet that i don’t throw a better
now the game is surrounded by some money hungry b*tches
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 f*ckin pound

yeah you n*gg* know what the name of the game is
i’m in yo’ *n*s, cee-lo you know that sh*t that made a n*gg* 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
“; bettin grants with the cee-lo champs”; -> nas

i make em sweat from beginners to the vets, i’m a threat
some n*gg*z double up on they fifty bets
i gotta be nice to the dice, so i’m talkin to em
i step back, gave a snap on the sidewalk and threw em

n*gg* went and put his foot in the way see, and tried to ace me
now i’ve got n*gg*z rollin to that b*tch tracy
yeah, but tracy ain’t so gentle, n*gg*z thought she was simple
and loses with two deuces and a f*ckin pimple (“; a loser!”;)

i crack another brew, sit back and watch what n*gg*z do
who threw that 2-you? i’m rollin the whole f*ckin crew
one by one n*gg*z come payin, that fell to the trey and
furlough inside the bait, that’s what a n*gg* sayin

your luck is tough, i’m makin enough to buy a kilo
uh-oh, look out below, i think i rolled another cee-lo
pick up my cr*p, n*gg*z don’t get back a dime of that
and keep my hand right by my waist where my nine is at

one more test, and n*gg*z quittin, that’s zero
broke, cryin broke, i’m doin backstrokes in cee-notes
crazy pockets are empty, what a god d*mn shame
n*gg*z you know the name of the game – word the f*ck up!

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
“; bettin grants with the cee-lo champs”; -> nas

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
“; bettin grants with the cee-lo champs”; -> nas

/ kool g rap lyrics