• 1-2-3-4 - Guttermouth
• 1-2-3-4 - Joy Electric
• 1-2-3-4 - Freestyle
• 1-2-3-4 - ATARIS l
• 1-2-3-4 - Sloppy Meateaters
• 1-2-3-4 - Malcolm Middleton
• 1-2-3-4 - Northern Lite
• 1-2-3-4 - DJ Clue
• 1-2-3-4 - Brown Eyed Girls
• 1-2-3-4 - Regulations
• 1-2-3-4 - Bomfunk MC's
• 1-2-3-4 - Tami Chynn

give me a gun
give me a gun cause cause bombs and guns are really fun
i've lost my job my moneys gon live like a slob
i've got no home only streets to roams live so alone
i'm barely alive i feed on cats to survive
my wife left me my kids are dead
all this guilt is in my head
i can't go on living like this
i wish that i was dead i wish
give me a gun i'll kill a nun just wait and see
give me a gun i'll shoot a cop to be on tv
nothing could be more fun than a shooting spree
once again i found myself back on tv
guns are fun so much neato fun, fun, fun
better run i got a gun
come on down and join the fun woopie!!!
food for thought
i just want to eat some pills
littleones big ones get my fill
don't matter what kind cause i'll be buying them
up or down i rely on them
little red ones
quay ludes
and the beauties
i gotta get gotta gotta get gotta gonna get some pills
i just wanna eat pills kill the pain
makes me smart speeds up my brain
kids at school lining up and buying them
day or night i'll be selling them
little cross tops
pink hearts
and vicodin
i gotta get gotta gotta get gotta gonna get somes pills
gar-bage (gar'bij), a perfect example of uninteresting poetry
real life was never like this
the door opened as i fell trough
minds of man like piss
learning is a thing of the past
the door has opened and closed
i'm locked inside this out side world
why the fuck no one knows
why the fuck am i trapped like this
world of forgotten minds
living on parallel lines
forgotten people of the past
in the human race
i came out last
i've been left behind
left behind with human kind
i want to go away
i'm with these people every day
human kind was left behind
and i don't want to be here
human kind was left behind
and i don't want to be here
world of forgotten minds
living on parallel lines
forgotten people of the past
in the human race
i came out last
up your bum
worked all day go out get a pint tonight
the mods show up on camden gonna be a fight
oppression from society on my back maggie you'll see
got no worries cause i got no quid
in a neighborhood full of unfriendly faces
oi oi oi
oi oi oi
cause i gotta believe
oi oi oi
somethings gotta change this just ain't right
ride the tube to the end of thre line
i got no job just plenty of time
call me a wanker call me a bum
i'm on the dole got tome for fun
don't care about time we've got big ben
toying with bobbies gobbing on them
i'm flat broke have you got 10p
fuck the system give me anarchy
oi oi oi
oi oi oi
cause i gotta believe
oi oi oi
somethings gotta change this just ain't right
society don't blame me
oi oi oi
oi oi oi
cause i gotta believe

One, two, three four
Tell me that you love me more
Sleepless, long nights
That was what my youth was for
Old teenage hopes are alive at your door
Left you with nothing, but they wanted more
Oh, oh, oh,
You're changing your heart
Oh, oh, oh,
You know who you are
Sweetheart, bitter heart,
Now I can't tell you apart
Cozy and cold,
Put the horse before the cart
Those teenage hopes who have tears in their eyes
Too scared to own up to one little lie
Oh, oh, oh,
You're changing your heart
Oh, oh, oh,
You know who you are
One, two, three, four, five, six, nine, or ten
Money can't buy you back the love that you had then
One, two, three, four, five, six, nine, or ten
Money can't buy you back the love that you had then
Oh, oh, oh,
You're changing your heart
Oh, oh, oh,
You know who you are
Oh, oh, oh,
You're changing your heart
Oh, oh, oh,
You know who you are
(ba-ba-ba-da, ba-ba-ba-da-da)
(ba-ba-ba-da, ba-ba-ba-da-da)
(ba-ba-ba-da, ba-ba-ba-da-da)
(ba-ba-ba-da, ba-ba-ba-da-da)
Ooh, For the teenage boys
They're breaking your heart
For the teenage boys

Hyeollanhage doraganeun bulbit ppuyeon
Dambaeyeongisairo somaegeodeo jaekkin
Han sanae eumage machwo heundeulgeorineun gaekgineun
Sesangeul modu gajin jeongbokjaui yeoyuroumgatji
Jeogi Party DJ ppigirippigiri geulgeodaegoinneun seukeuraeching
Geurigo meorilpureohechin (GIRL)
Dupareul ppeotgo sesangeul hyanghae himkkeot seuteuraeching
Yo deureobwa mino's Next stage
Mino
Geudaemomgwa mameun ttaro saenggak siseonttaro
Heundeulgeorineun suljansoge sureul gadeuk ttareo
Insaengeul dameo mokgumeongeuro bueo baro
Jigeum neoui gwie deullineun meotjin eumaksori
Ninunape boineungeosi baro floor ni
Nareul ttarawara naeson japgo follow me
Mirugien neujeo ijarireul jeulgireo nawasseuni
Modu araewiro rideume machyeo bounce with me
Huryeom
Soneul meoriwiro dagachi junbihago 1234
Meoributeo eokkaemureup pal mureup pal 1234
Daseot songarageul haneullo nopi chyeodeulgo 1234
Onmomeul ttameuro sesangmoduitgo 1234
Chaetbakwiga gulleogadeut geujarireul dolgo dolgo
Geurigo dasi doraganeun jjippudunghan sesangsari
Beolgo beoreodo geuraedo bichamhane setbangsari
Sesarami sarangeul dugo ssawo
Sesalbagi kkomacheoreom
Yuchihage guljimalgo
Oneulharuneun michindeusi jeulgirago
Meongseokkkaji kkaranwatji hana gachi modu tteuseulmoa geurae joha
Ok Yo~ Ready to die
Mino
Geomijulcheoreom kkoyeoinneun urisarmsoge miro
Baro geugeoseul dallaejwo isiganburo
Meolttunghani itjimalgo momttungaril heureuneun biteue matgyeojyeo
Yeoinne geurigo namnyeonoso
Oneul harumanirado geokjeongttawineun moduga hanado eopgo
Heureuneun rideume machwo modugachi chumchwo wontusseuripo
Huryeom
Soneul meoriwiro dagachi junbihago 1234
Meoributeo eokkaemureup pal mureup pal 1234
Daseot songarageul haneullo nopi chyeodeulgo 1234

1 2 3 4!

I know, I know
you think it's really cool
but you smell like a tub
Shut up, stop it
just like an idiot
let your mom buy your clothes
1-2-3-4-5-6-7
Do what I wanna do
Say what I wanna say
Hey!
1-2-3-4-5-6-7
Do what I wanna do
Say what I wanna say

I was sore for years before, sinking lower and lower
1, 2, 3, 4, now I love you a little more
5, 6, 7, 8, hope it isn't too late
Just one kiss vanishes this
Bad times gone, they're over
1, 2, 3, 4, now I love you a little more
5, 6, 7, 8, hope it isn't too late
Send you flowers with magic powers
Good times coming this summer
1, 2, 3, 4, now I love you a little more
5, 6, 7, 8, hope it isn't too late
I can't remember when I didnae love you hen
I cannae mind the time before
I can't remember when I didnae love you hen
I cannae mind the time before
1, 2, 3, 4, now I love you a little more
5, 6, 7, 8, hope it isn't too late
9, 10, 11, 12, beginning to like myself

there is so much I`ve been told
how to live until I`m old
voices growing in my head
tell me something else instead
1-2-3-4
common, common
I can fell it`s not too late
rules I never tried to break
I`ve been waiting for someone who gives
a life I never tried to live
1-2-3-4
common, common
take a step back and see the whole thing
how the world spins high on morphine
take youre dose now and hurry downstream
and give it all you got for a cheap dream
1-2-3-4

Verse One: Sheek Luchion
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
L.O.X., 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
L.O.X., 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 $1500 keep your army in the closet
As long as L-O-X keeps giving you what you need
we gonna take it there nigga AS WE PROCEED
Chorus (Ma$e): 1, 2, 3, 4 (4X)
Verse Two: Jadakiss
Yo, you already know what I'm here for
therefore, L-O-X be the niggaz 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 niggaz, 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 niggaz 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 units we can eat with
Verse Three: Styles Paniro
Fuck the cars and the clothes, sex and the bitch
homies that got life and niggaz 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 L.O.X."
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-I-R-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' niggaz girls but they keep 'em on the pill
But dog wear your hat cuz the honey's type ill

1, 2, 3, 4 everyday noui gojidmal ijen da ara morunun chog norul saranghan chog sogyowassul puniya
Haruharu kojyoganun noui gojid guron yegi I say 1, 2, 3, 4 don't look back da modu dollyojulgoya
Yuheng gathun gogetji noui sumanhun gu yojadul gujo shiljungi na boryojinun jangnangamchorom
(One thing I know) saranghanjog obso hanbondo
(All night all day) igsughejin noui byonmyongdul puniya
[Rap]
Chinguya nega jinshillo jone gyonggohetji gu saram joshim harago yoja yorod ullyotdetji
Yangdarin giboniogo hajiman sarange pajin non imi amugoddo an dullin gwimogori
Guye milgo danggin technique un hwaryohesso noui mamun sarojabgyo jongnyong bultharyo hesso
But you know he's gone girl dorabojima 1, 2, 3, 4 keep on movin'
1, 2, 3, 4, everyday noui janinhan gojid nunmuldo ijen ara narul sogijima do isangun aniya
Haru haru kojyoganun noui gojid ponhan yegi I say 1, 2, 3, 4 don't look back mirondo obsultenikka
Giogjocha obgetji noui sunjinhan gu yojadul modu yongwonhal godchorom sogyowatdon nachorom
(One thing I know)) do isangun nega himduro
(All night all day) sangchopunin goya ijenun shirho
Sori obnun nunmul hurunun iyunun dashin guron sarang haji anhul tenikka
Tame humpog jodnun agmongul kun goya I shigani jinamyon ijhyojigil baralge
(One thing I know) saranghanjog obso hanbondo

Pick'em up and tune 'em in
Getting on their bones
Pray to be your only needs
Wanna be everything you need
Wanna be the chosen
They ain't no bastard sons
I'm an empty page
So write me a manifest
I wanna know get in line
March to the end of time
1-2-3-4
They can't do no wrong
Laying sleepless every night
They know where they belong
Running in circles
Chasing their own tails
Give 'em sign or give 'em hell
I'm an empty page
So write me a manifest
I wanna know the facts
So teach me how to act
1-2-3-4
Running in circles 1-2-3-4
I'm an empty page
So write me a manifest
I wanna know the facts
So teach me how to act

Mr. Bu-bu back, back in the place
So hook up with the groove the fat, fat bass
Rougher than rough on the richter scale
_______ place a map in hell
High way, our way hip-hop hurray
Say what for what, what the (ah) you say
Old school, so you know I don't play
Knock 'em out the box just like sugar ray
You don't like it? so what, I don't care
I wanna battle but it's not a fair play
I've got million styles, baby, baby
Schizophrenic? no! definitely! maybe!
You got static, the company tells me
Automatic is the key behind the game, see
But even if they'd know
I'd still be the sure shot, master of the ceremony
1 2 3 4
C'mon, c'mon what'cha waiting for?
Let me know if you want some more!
omfunk mc's gotta rhyme galore
1 2 3 4
C'mon, c'mon what'cha waiting for?
Let me know if you want some more!
Bomfunk mc's gonna rhyme galore
Flow, flow, flowin' once again
Mr. Funky Rhyme throwing down so good. it's bad!
Like a like a like a lake with a deck
So now you gots to get with an audio no new chapter
You trapped to the track, you want more?
Oh, shit! i got you knockin' on my door
Beam me up, beam me up, beam me up, Scottie
Or I might get naughty and funk that body
Ah! Ah! Ah! holy hottie
Groupies, they're down with everybody!
1 2 3 4
C'mon, c'mon what'cha waiting for?
Let me know if you want some more!
Bomfunk mc's gotta rhyme galore
1 2 3 4
C'mon, c'mon what'cha waiting for?
Let me know if you want some more!
Bomfunk mc's gotta rhyme galore
I'm like mad scientist on new territory
So never explored there, yeah just read stories
Homies surround the rough lyrical-terrorist
The b to the o
The w is watchin' for your bass
So I pass the test
In any old bad-ass mc contest
This is only scratch, so you know we come fresh
1 2 3 4

Hmmm... yea... yea... yea... yea...
Pull him over pon one,
Dip ya body pon two,
Wine ya body pon three,
Follow me.
Here we go,
1, 2, 3, 4, pull him over to the dance floor
Dip ya body till it reach the floor and
Wine ya body cuz ya know you want more
1, 2, 3, 4, pull him over cuz you know you want more and
Dip ya body till it reach the floor and
Wine ya body gal, wine ya body gal
I see you standing on the floor
I know I seen that face before
Now you smiling back at me
Your smile has got me weak
So why you over there
When all that you can do is stare
Yes, I have to make my move
Put some pressure onto you
Ohhh, oohhh,
Boy I gotta get close to you
Ohhh, oohhh,
Feel the vibes whe me a fling to you
Ohhh, oohhh,
I know that you can catch my groove
Ohhh, oohhh,
Girls listen wha we have fi do, what we have fi do
1, 2, 3, 4, pull him over to the dance floor
Dip ya body till it reach the floor and
Wine ya body cuz ya know you want more
1, 2, 3, 4, pull him over cuz you know you want more and
Dip ya body till it reach the floor and
Wine ya body gal, wine ya body gal
So now you standing here with me
Think you’re everything I need
I’m liking what I see, so tell me
If ya think ya can handle dis, mash me up,
Dismantle dis, dis a something whe you can’t resist
So no botha try romp with it
Ohhh, oohhh,
Boy I gotta get close to you
Ohhh, oohhh,
Feel the vibes whe me a fling to you
Ohhh, oohhh,
I know that you can catch my groove
Ohhh, oohhh,
Girls listen wha we have fi do, what we have fi do
1, 2, 3, 4, pull him over to the dance floor
Dip ya body till it reach the floor and
Wine ya body cuz ya know you want more
1, 2, 3, 4, pull him over cuz you know you want more and
Dip ya body till it reach the floor and
Wine ya body gal, wine ya body gal
1, 2, 3, 4, everybody down till ya reach the floor
Back it up hard till it can’t tek no more
Wine up ya waist, what ya waitin for
Hear me now
1, 2, 3, 4, everybody down till ya reach the floor
Back it up hard till it can’t tek no more
Wine up ya waist, what ya waitin for
Hear me now
Slow..., ohhhh, take it slow
Takin it slow, lettin it go,
Slow..., ohhhh, take it slow
We’re takin it slow, now we’re lettin it go
1, 2, 3, 4, pull him over to the dance floor
Dip ya body till it reach the floor and
Wine ya body cuz ya know you want more
1, 2, 3, 4, pull him over cuz you know you want more and
Dip ya body till it reach the floor and
Wine ya body gal, wine ya body gal
I know you want more, I know you want more
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, 1, 2.. 3, 4