1 2 3 4
Bomfunk MC’s Lyrics
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So hook up with the groove, the phat, phat bass
Rougher than rough on the richter scale
Bop-bop-bop place a map in hell
High way, our way, hip-hop hooray
Say what, what, what, what the (uh) 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 want to battle but it's not a fair play
I've got a 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 didn't know
I'd still be the sure shot master of the ceremony
One and two and three and four
Come on, come on, what ya waiting for
Let me know if you want some more
Bomfunk MC's gotta rhyme galore
One and two and three and four
Come on, come on, what ya waiting for
Let me know if you want some more
Bomfunk MC's gotta rhyme galore
Flow, flow, flowing 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 knocking on my door
Beam me up, beam me up, beam me up Scottie
Or I might get naughty and funk that body
Uh, uh, uh, holy hottie
Uh, uh, uh, holy hottie
Uh, uh, uh, holy hottie
Groupies, they're down with everybody
One and two and three and four
Come on, come on, what ya waiting for
Let me know if you want some more
Bomfunk MC's gotta rhyme galore
One and two and three and four
Come on, come on, what ya waiting for
Let me know if you want some more
Bomfunk MC's gotta rhyme galore
I'm like mad scientist on new territories
So never explored there, yeah, just heard stories
Homies surround the rough lyrical terrorist
The be to the O to the W is
Watching for your bass so I pass the test
In any old bad ass MC contest
This is the only scratch so you know we come fresh
One and two and three and four
Come on, come on, what ya waiting for
Let me know if you want some more
Bomfunk MC's gotta rhyme galore
One and two and three and four
Come on, come on, what ya waiting for
Let me know if you want some more
Bomfunk MC's gotta rhyme galore
The lyrics of Bomfunk MC's song "1 2 3 4" speak about the artist’s love for rap and his unique style. The opening lines “Mr. Bu Bu back, back in the place, so hook up with the groove, the phat, phat bass” show the artist's enthusiasm to be back on the stage and groove with the music. The lyrics then depict the rapper’s confidence and his ability to knock out the competition, just like Sugar Ray, and his willingness to experiment with his music, as he sings, “I've got a million styles, baby, baby, schizophrenic, no, definitely, maybe.”
The chorus “One and two and three and four, come on, come on, what ya waiting for, let me know if you want some more, Bomfunk MC's gotta rhyme galore” shows the artist's excitement to offer more of his music to his fans. The lyrics also portray his cravings for new territories and his eagerness to explore new styles, as he sings, “I'm like a mad scientist on new territories, so never explored there, yeah, just heard stories, homies surround the rough lyrical terrorist.”
Overall, the lyrics of "1 2 3 4" signify the artist's confidence in his music and his desire to offer something new to his fans while staying true to his passion for rap.
Line by Line Meaning
Mr. Bu Bu back, back in the place
Mr. Bu Bu has returned to the music scene
So hook up with the groove, the phat, phat bass
Enjoy the music and move your body to the beats
Rougher than rough on the richter scale
The music is incredibly intense and powerful
Bop-bop-bop place a map in hell
The music is so loud that it could cause chaos in hell
High way, our way, hip-hop hooray
This is our way of celebrating hip-hop music
Say what, what, what, what the (uh) you say
What did you say? Can you repeat that?
Old school, so you know I don't play
I am a veteran of hip-hop and I take it very seriously
Knock em out the box just like Sugar Ray
I defeat my rivals just like Sugar Ray Robinson in boxing
You don't like it, so what, I don't care
I am not bothered if you don't appreciate my music
I want to battle but it's not a fair play
I want to compete but I am more skilled than my opponents
I've got a million styles, baby, baby
I have a diverse range of styles in my music
Schizophrenic, no, definitely, maybe
My style is not unstable like schizophrenia, but it might have multiple personalities
You got static, the company tells me
You have a problem with me, and my record company informed me about it
Automatic is the key behind the game see
The key to success in the music industry is to have automatic (pre-programmed) beats
But even if they didn't know
Even if others didn't recognize my talent,
I'd still be the sure shot master of the ceremony
I would still be confident and skilled in my rapping
Flow, flow, flowing once again
My music is flowing and continuous
Mr. funky rhyme throwing down so good, it's bad
My rhymes are so good that they're bad for my competitors
Like a, like a, like a lake with a deck
My rhyming flow is smooth like a lake with a deck
So now you gots to get with an audio no new chapter
You need to listen to my new music and appreciate it
You trapped to the track, you want more
You are captivated by my music and want to hear more
Oh shit, I got you knocking on my door
My music is so good that it attracts fans knocking on my door
Beam me up, beam me up, beam me up Scottie
The music is so out of this world that it requires teleportation
Or I might get naughty and funk that body
I might get daring and make you dance to the funky beat
Uh, uh, uh, holy hottie
Wow, you look amazing
Groupies, they're down with everybody
Groupies are willing to have sexual relations with anyone famous
I'm like mad scientist on new territories
I am like a scientist exploring new musical territories
So never explored there, yeah, just heard stories
I am going where no one has gone before, based on what I've heard
Homies surround the rough lyrical terrorist
My friends support me in my pursuit of being a fierce rapper
The be to the O to the W is
My name is Bow and I am a rapper
Watching for your bass so I pass the test
I am paying attention to the bass in your music so I can surpass you
In any old bad ass MC contest
I can compete and win in any hip-hop competition
This is the only scratch so you know we come fresh
This is the only version of the song, so it is completely new and fresh
One and two and three and four
This is the beat that you should be feeling
Come on, come on, what ya waiting for
What are you waiting for? Start moving to the beat
Let me know if you want some more
Tell me if you want more music like this
Bomfunk MC's gotta rhyme galore
As Bomfunk MCs, we have plenty of rhymes for you to enjoy
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: JAAKKO SAKARI SALOVAARA, RAYMOND EBANKS
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@karend9236
Still one of my favourite songs!
@liayesung5721
my fav track of this album!
@orlandobloom7181
Хип Хоп настоящий! Круто!
@magpie44
whoh!
@twentytwo138
Damn, such a good beat!
@user-dw3bw7ti2w
эх.... было же время, какие огненные треки выпускали, не то что сейчас. Бомфанк - одни из лучших в своем стиле!!! Огонь!
@beatxassassin6439
Я очень рад, что русские любят Bomfunk Mc так же, как и мы здесь, в Сербии. Оказывается, эту группу в основном слушают славянские народы, особенно сербы и русские :) Помню те 2000-е, когда я сорвался и послушал такой звук! Я 1991! Привет из Сербии и любовь к русскому народу! <3
@user-ec1vl5ys9e
❤
@TjwillDamaverick1
i still dont understand why this shit is dope
@antontoshaboy8264
He he