Lyrics 4,5,6 Kool G Rap

4,5,6

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