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One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four

Out the gate I brought the horsepower
Rev-Mex 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 on the phone
When we stuff the funk in it, huh

Now wait a minute, so allot of us
Yo, I'm the East Coast south paw
Hanging with these West Coast north stars
Shining bright, height five elev'

Come on

Formatic for the handlin' the trouble
Comin' my way
The highway to heaven
Is a long road among the lyrical coves
The bus

Allot of us
Punk minds with the one of a kind rhymes
I .M.C., spit, kick for fee
Then all, not the player baby
But I running while you crawl

Too fast on your comprehension
Did I mention
Dave Madden scored a goal from the team
Second team I

I'm ready for crunch time
The lunch line was my favorite
Till I graduated to bus
Uh, uh, then I spewed to spit it

Now it's the three of us
Connected like Siameses
We on time
Like shiny bits of metal

Strapped to your wrist
We are 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
1, 2, 3, 4
One, two, three, four   One, two, three, four      Out the gate I brought the horsepower   Rev-Mex 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 on the phone   When we stuff the funk in it, huh      Now wait a minute, so allot of us   Yo, I'm the East Coast south paw   Hanging with these West Coast north stars   Shining bright, height five elev'      Come on      Formatic for the handlin' the trouble   Comin' my way   The highway to heaven   Is a long road among the lyrical coves   The bus      Allot of us   Punk minds with the one of a kind rhymes   I .M.C., spit, kick for fee   Then all, not the player baby   But I running while you crawl      Too fast on your comprehension   Did I mention   Dave Madden scored a goal from the team   Second team I      I'm ready for crunch time   The lunch line was my favorite   Till I graduated to bus   Uh, uh, then I spewed to spit it      Now it's the three of us   Connected like Siameses   We on time   Like shiny bits of metal      Strapped to your wrist   We are 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   1, 2, 3, 4
 
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