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| chamillionaire-krayzie bone riden |
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They see me rollin
They hatin
Patrolling they tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
My music so loud
I'm swangin
They hopin that they gon catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Police think they can see me lean
I'm tint so it ain't easy to be seen
When you see me ride by they can see the
glean
And my shine on the deck and the TV screen
Ride with a nooche, she like hold up
Next to the playstation controller is a full
clip and my pistola
Turn a jacker into a coma
Girl you ain't know, I'm crazy like Krayzie
Bone
Just tryin to bone ain't tryin to have no
babies
Rock clean itself so I pull in ladies
Laws of patrolling you know they hate me
Music turned all the way up until the maximum
I can speak for some niggas tryin to jack for
some
But we packin somethin that we have and um
will have a nigga locked up in the maximum
Security cell, I'm grippin oak
Music loud and tippin slow
Twist and twistin like hit this dough
Pull up from behind and is in his throat
Windows down gotta stop pollution
CDs change niggas like who is that producing?
This the Play-N-Skillz when we out and
cruisin
Got warrants in every city except Houston but
I'm still ain't losin
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Krayzie Bone]
I been drinkin and smokin holdin shit cause a
brother can't focus
I gotta get to home 'fore the po po's scope
this big ol Excursion swerving all up in the
curve man
Nigga been sippin on that Hennessey and the
gin again is in again we in the wind
Doin a hundred while I come from the block
And rollin another one up, we livin like we
ain't givin a fuck
I got a revolver in my right hand, 40 oz on
my lap freezing my balls
Roll a nigga tree, green leaves and all
Comin up pretty deep, me and my do-jo
I gotta get back to backstreets
Wanted by the six pound and I got heat glock
glock shots to the block we creep creep
Pop Pop hope cops don't see me, on a low key
With no regards for the law we dodge em like
fuck em all
But I won't get caught up and brought up on
charges for none of y'all
Keep a gun in car, and a blunt to spark, but
well if you want, nigga you poppin dark
Ready or not we bust shots off in the air
Krayzie Bone and Chamillionaire
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Chamillionaire]
Do what you thinkin so, I tried to let you go
Turn up a blink of light and I swang it
slower
A nigga upset for sure cause they think they
know that they catchin me with plenty of the
drinkin drough
So they get behind me tryin to check my tags,
look at my rearview and they smilin
Thinkin they'll catch me on the wrong well
keep tryin
Cause they denyin is racial profiling
Houston, TX you can check my tags
Pull me over try to check my slab
Glove compartment gotta get my cash
Cause the crooked cops try to come up fast
And been a baller that I am I talk to them,
giving a damn bout not feeling my attitude
When they realize I ain't even ridin dirty
bet you'll be leavin with an even madder mood
I'mma laugh at you then I'mma have to cruise
I'm in number two on some more DJ Screw
You can't arrest me plus you can't sue
This a message to the laws tellin them WE
HATE YOU
I can't be toss or tell em that they shoulda
known
Tippin down sittin crooked on my chrome
Bookin my phone tryin to find a chick I wanna
bone
Like they couldn't stop me I'mma bout to pull
up at your home and it's on
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Affichage : 450093
Durée : 244 s |
| krayzie bone-its all real with lyrics |
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singing]
Krayzie Bone and the bone, with my
mighty-mighty warriors
With my mighty-mighty warriors
[chorus]
Cause this is all real, what you see
I said it's all real it's just the thug in me
[verse 1]
Nigga just because Krayzie quiet speak less
Don't be mistaking my kindness for weakness
Humble but ready to rumble
My violent side I can't deny
I'm like a Jekyl and Hyde gemini
Look if you see me quiet
then I'm plotting to riot why tell me why
tell me why
I'm labeled a menace but I like it
Destroy ya paranoia will make me blow you
away but hey
Nigga got to close to me and that ain't how
it's supposed to be
Nigga want respect but what do you show me
you
Playa hate and anticipate the day that you
can see me fall
Better act like yo know I'm rolling with Mo
posse up
Do damage and manage to wiggle our way out of
handcuffs
As we strut as thugs we must doin our best to
obey god violent in these times
Got to do what you gotta do war till
ninety-nine
Slim nigga gotta get up and go and get it if
it's really coming
Now I got it and I'ma floor the niggas acting
the safety's off come and get it if you
really want it
(Hey, hey, hey) It's hating baby they gotta
be so cold the gotta be heartless
In certain situations like retaliation
[chorus]
[2x]
Niggas be keeping it all real we keeping it
all real with the real if it's
real stay be real
We come with nothing but the real thing baby
Krayzie got nothing but the real thing baby
We come with nothing but the real thing baby
Krayzie got nothin but the real thing the
real thing
[verse 2]
Baby now this is the sound of me and my trues
we put this down way down
So now if you hear me releasing some shells
Hit the ground with the quickness lay better
stay down on the darkside
Take a look and you'll find true niggas like
no other kind
Nigga say fuck the wine indo inside swisher
sweet get me high
[2x]
Ain't nothin get to nothin somethin got to be
real real somethin got to be real
[2x]
I still be thuggin in the khakis boots and
skullies
And since I'm weed fiend for the green nigga
gotta make that money man
[8x]
It's real always
[verse 3]
Last night I P.O.D'd next to me Ouija, Ouija,
and I fell in this fucked up state of mind
Slipped in the dream and I see demons telling
me it's time to die
Why me I see some niggas they creeping
outside my window
I'm ready to bang bang bang aim the 12 gauge
pump let my lead go
Give it up for the bloody murda mo bloody
murda mo mo
See a nigga when he go through the window had
to put a bigger hole in his soul
If he get away running out my backdoor with
me sawed-off swinging
Get ready to duck now to the guts buck pap
pap pow
[(2x) singing]
I claim my thang to slang
(murda mo murda mo murda mo murda mo murda mo
murda mo)
Them bloody bodies kill 'em all send them
hoes up in flames
Krayzie insane to the brain
[verse 4]
Now I know I done did some dirt in my time
cause the devil was stressing my mind
messing with my mind nigga
Bone don't know every day they lie
Turn to realize that everyday I can do it if
I only pray
Maintain cause a nigga was lusting
For money had to get it cause a nigga was
struggling
I hit him with the Mossberg y'all heard about
Mr. Sawed-Off
Leatherface till them lay round after round
after round
They'll fall down down
May they lay from the eruption man
We putting them six feet deep we buck we bang
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Durée : 317 s |
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