1-2-3
Boot Camp Clik Lyrics


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(Verse 1-Buckshot)
Ridin' down the A-V-E in the black A-M-G
With the Mac by my lap and they envy
The fact that they can't see me
Dippin' through the traffic, I'm relaxin', smokin' black with ease
Now my cell phone ringin', it's a breezy
Let me see, yep, it's this chick I just met and won't let me breathe
Fuck that, my mind on my movement
'Cause when your money stop, they get dumbfounded and do this
"Who this nigga next to me?"
Like you give checks to me, nigga, it's respect to me
Let them niggas step to me and I'll handle my biz first
Then call up my team and they'll handle they biz worse
This shirt that I wear on my back
Represent every vocalist you hear on these tracks
Nigga, and everywhere that I steer my gat
I steer my whips and you hear where we at, nigga

(Hook-Tek (Starang Wondah))
I said 1-2-3 (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Let me know if you're ready for me, lawd
(And nowadays everybody murder, bustin' they guns
The whole hood is corner boys, gettin' they ones)
I said 1-2-3 (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Let me know if you're ready for me, lawd
(And now everybody got a sixteen, a beat and 'dro
The whole hood is gangsta, pimpin' they ho's)

(Verse 2-Sean Price)
Listen, kick drum, snare and hi-hat
I pitch jums around here, pa, don't try that
Louis Satchmo, pull the tool, let the gat blow
Melon pop, taco meat, extra tobasco
Little Rascal, buck heat at Buckwheat
For talkin' dumb, but they all love it when Ruck speak
Fuck freaks for free, fuck freaks on E
Probably fuck freaks that you've seen on BET
Been there, done that, no rubber, got clap
So it hurt when I piss, this verse is the shit
Sean is a beast, you can hear me holler at the full moon
Columbine High, settin' fire to school rooms
No way, Jose Canseco
Pop popular guys at the pop of the bank-o
Sean Price, big knife, ready to shank those
Niggas at the dice game frontin' with bankrolls

(Hook-Tek (Starang Wondah))
I said 1-2-3 (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Let me know if you're ready for me, lawd
(And nowadays everybody murder, bustin' they guns
The whole hood is corner boys, gettin' they ones)
I said 1-2-3 (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Let me know if you're ready for me, lawd
(And now everybody got a sixteen, a beat and 'dro
The whole hood is gangsta, pimpin' they ho's)

(Verse 3-Tek)
Now everybody is a hustler, grind to get money
Remember these same people broke and bummy
Askin' me for ones, being real hyphy
You spendin' all the Grant's and givin' Jackson's to wifey
Now I got haters wantin' to ice me
I gotta be careful 'fore they secret indict me
And make me a Mountaineer like West VA boys
Can't do no crime since I tatted my face boy
I'll be dead in a lineup, givin' a time-up
Twenty five-to-life, where I sign up?
But I'm straight, my flight, they even need me
On the ground at nine, that's more time to grind

(Hook-Tek (Starang Wondah))
I said 1-2-3 (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Let me know if you're ready for me, lawd
(And nowadays everybody murder, bustin' they guns
The whole hood is corner boys, gettin' they ones)
I said 1-2-3 (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Let me know if you're ready for me, lawd




(And now everybody got a sixteen, a beat and 'dro
The whole hood is gangsta, pimpin' they ho's)

Overall Meaning

In Boot Camp Clik's song 1-2-3, the verses focus on the grit and struggle of life in the streets. Buckshot claims his respect due to his talent and hard work as a vocal artist, letting everyone know he's not to be underestimated. Riding through the town in his AMG, he is completely carefree, smoking weed and relaxing. However, he remains aware of his surroundings, ready to handle any situation that comes his way. Sean Price's verse is the most aggressive, with vivid images of violence and chaos. He brags of his experience and lack of fear, claiming he's ready to take on anyone who threatens him. Tek's verse touches on the theme of the hustle and grind to get ahead. He is aware of the fakeness of those who only care for themselves, throwing out money to those that they supposedly care for. Tek also mentions the fear of being caught by the law, but still continues to grind and achieve success.


Overall, the song speaks to the reality of life in the hood, detailing the struggles and strife that people go through living in a world of poverty and crime. The lyrics also speak to the message of being confident in oneself, knowing that with hard work and determination, one can rise above the circumstances that they were born into.


Line by Line Meaning

Ridin' down the A-V-E in the black A-M-G With the Mac by my lap and they envy The fact that they can't see me Dippin' through the traffic, I'm relaxin', smokin' black with ease Now my cell phone ringin', it's a breezy Let me see, yep, it's this chick I just met and won't let me breathe Fuck that, my mind on my movement 'Cause when your money stop, they get dumbfounded and do this "Who this nigga next to me?" Like you give checks to me, nigga, it's respect to me Let them niggas step to me and I'll handle my biz first Then call up my team and they'll handle they biz worse This shirt that I wear on my back Represent every vocalist you hear on these tracks Nigga, and everywhere that I steer my gat I steer my whips and you hear where we at, nigga
I'm cruising around in my fancy car with my weapon within reach and people are jealous because they can't see me clearly. I'm driving through traffic, puffing on my cigarette, when my phone rings, and it's the girl I just met, who won't stop calling me. But, I'm focused on my business and the moment my money stops, people start treating me differently. They wonder who I am and why I don't hand out checks to them. If anyone tries to mess with me, I'll handle them alone and reach out to my team for further assistance. This shirt that I'm wearing represents every singer whose vocals you hear on these tracks. Everywhere I go, I make sure I have my gun and my luxurious car.


I said 1-2-3 (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Let me know if you're ready for me, lawd (And nowadays everybody murder, bustin' they guns The whole hood is corner boys, gettin' they ones) I said 1-2-3 (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Let me know if you're ready for me, lawd (And now everybody got a sixteen, a beat and 'dro The whole hood is gangsta, pimpin' they ho's)
This chorus refers to how everyone nowadays carries a weapon, and how the entire neighborhood is full of drug dealers who are trying to earn a living. The artists are asking if anyone is prepared to hear what they have to say. The second half talks about how everyone has a sixteen-bar verse, beats, and drugs, while the whole locality is filled with gangsters who exploit women.


Listen, kick drum, snare and hi-hat I pitch jums around here, pa, don't try that Louis Satchmo, pull the tool, let the gat blow Melon pop, taco meat, extra tobasco Little Rascal, buck heat at Buckwheat For talkin' dumb, but they all love it when Ruck speak Fuck freaks for free, fuck freaks on E Probably fuck freaks that you've seen on BET Been there, done that, no rubber, got clap So it hurt when I piss, this verse is the shit Sean is a beast, you can hear me holler at the full moon Columbine High, settin' fire to school rooms No way, Jose Canseco Pop popular guys at the pop of the bank-o Sean Price, big knife, ready to shank those Niggas at the dice game frontin' with bankrolls
Sean Price, in this verse, speaks about how he is skilled in rapping and how he makes great beats with drums and hi-hats. He compares himself to Louis Armstrong, who is known for his brass instrumentals, but instead of playing, Priced pulls out his weapon and threatens people who try to outsmart him. He admits that he had unsafe sex and now suffers from a sexually transmitted disease, and he's not afraid to address these issues in his lyrics. He even talks about how he's going to attack people at the gambling tables by using his knife, which he is always carrying with him.


Now everybody is a hustler, grind to get money Remember these same people broke and bummy Askin' me for ones, being real hyphy You spendin' all the Grant's and givin' Jackson's to wifey Now I got haters wantin' to ice me I gotta be careful 'fore they secret indict me And make me a Mountaineer like West VA boys Can't do no crime since I tatted my face boy I'll be dead in a lineup, givin' a time-up Twenty five-to-life, where I sign up? But I'm straight, my flight, they even need me On the ground at nine, that's more time to grind
Tek mentions how everyone in his neighborhood is hustling to earn money, but it wasn't always the case, as these people used to be broke and desperate for a few dollars. They would ask Tek for money, and he would give it to them without hesitation, but now, they envy him and want to hurt him. He recounts getting tattoos on his face, making it impossible to do something inappropriate. He also worries about getting caught by authorities and going to jail for a very long time. Despite these difficulties, he still manages to take flights to various cities where he can work harder and earn more money.




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