4 5 6 Lyrics by Kool G. Rap And Dj Polo

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
    "bettin grants with the cee-lo champs" -> nas

    I make em sweat from beginners to the vets, i'm a threat
    Some niggaz 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
    Nigga went and put his foot in the way see, and tried to ace me
    Now i've got niggaz rollin to that bitch tracy
    Yeah, but tracy ain't so gentle, niggaz thought she was simple
    And loses with two deuces and a fuckin pimple ("a loser!")
    I crack another brew, sit back and watch what niggaz do
    Who threw that 2-u? i'm rollin the whole fuckin crew
    One by one niggaz come payin, that fell to the trey and
    Furlough inside the bait, that's what a nigga 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 crap, niggaz 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 niggaz quittin, that's zero
    Broke, cryin broke, i'm doin backstrokes in cee-notes
    Crazy pockets are empty, what a god damn shame
    Niggaz you know the name of the game - word the fuck 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

SEARCH LYRICS