Ozomatli
"1234"


One, Two, Three Four
One, Two, Three Four

Out the gate I brought the horsepower
Rev-mix to your hard-drive
We run a hard bargain
Pardon the trip
I sneeze jealousies
Into these rhyme cartel
We park the art well
Hung on all fours
Box and start sell
Available to you and yours
Other songs only make attempts
To love they inner
Understand I am just saying it
To validate displaying Ozomatli

Stance at first glance
It's like the train
Brought to hit you like James
With the 1, 2, 3, 4

True martial arts
Official souls my brainchild
Sing the song name now
1, 2, 3, 4

Bust a track
till they flat on they back
Have the referee smacking the mat
like 1, 2, 3, 4

We do it all for fun
When we stuff the funk in it huh

Now wait a minute
Yo I'm the East Coast South paw
Hanging with these West coast North stars
Shining bright Height five elev
Formatic for the handlin the trouble
Comin my way
The highway to heaven
Is a long road among the lyrical coves
The bus so a lot of us
Punk minds with the one of a kind rhymes
I M.C. spit, kick for fees
Sooner or for more
Not the player baby
But I running while you crawl
Too fast on your comprehension
Did I mention Dave Madden scored a goal for the team
Second steam I I'm ready for crunch time
The lunch line was my favorite
Till I graduated to bust
Then I spewed to spit it
Now it's the three of us
Connected like Siamese's
We on time
Like shiny bits of metal
Strapped to your wrist
Tattoo to this rap thing
With invisible ink
I'm gone in a blink

Lethal like my pinkie
And clown like Bozo
Don't you know that
Ozo bring the 1, 2, 3, 4

To hard to face
But lovin the taste
Squeeze it out like paste alright
1, 2, 3, 4
Plug 2 will only rock a few
So now I roll with Ozomatli crew
Bringing you 1, 2, 3, 4
We know the backs to break
Ozomatli the great
Bring it

1, 2, 3, 4