it you can get it And that's on every thing I love From the good one from the shoulders I'll bring it to any of you thugs nigga See the bone (bone) Let
windshield wiper Yabba dabba, Yabba dabba dabba do now Yabba dabba, Yabba dabba dabba do now Yabba dabba, Yabba dabba dabba do now Don't know what it means but I say it
we're cut from the same cloth It seems to some we famously get along But you and me are strangers to each other Cuz you and me: competitive to the bone
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 '
It stuck him right there. And little black boys, and little white girls will one day hold hands together. Shit. Is that where it's at?Is that where it
survive in south central "now you realize it’s not all that it’s cracked up to be. You realize that it’s fucked up! It ain’t nothin like the shit you
cube’ll make it funky But right about now - *let’s get up in the hump* But I don’t party and shake my butt I leave that to the brothers with the funny
say Oh my God wait it’s the nigga ya love to hate Break Yeah come on fool It’s the nigga you love to hate Yeah run up punk It’s the nigga you love
call her Wassie Red bone hip with a bangin' ass body Now izza, na izza, should I say wha? Think about it, no way Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it'
Tried to make it little by little, tried to make it bit by bit on my own. Quit the job, the grey believers, another town where I get close to the bone
a motherfucker man fuck this bitch ass [Juicy J] See this how ass kickin' get down, your boys get (Beat down!) Your bitches get (Beat down!) Your brothers get (Beat down!) Your mothers get (Beat down!) Your cousins get
the ice away Nicer day, live foul homie it's a price to pay Even when it's rainy still I say it's nice to day Who am I? That brother with the platinum
day, live foul homie it's a price to pay Even when it's rainy still I say it's nice to day Who am I? That brother with the platinum plaque With the strength
and do what I do And make somebody have to go and get a hearse Yo, Game I don't really give a f-ck if it's your record And you my brother my nigga look
Now, it occurred to me As I awoke from deeper dreams All this evolution And still I don't know what it means And it gets so hard for me to change When
I needed a snatch bar Had the hot wire, so I moved on an old car It was a bucket, but fuck it, it had to do Started it up and scooped my whole crew Two
, then Plus, the bosses up north made me kill my friend They told me, "This ain't no game, kid, you're in it You're down with the Syndicate but never admit it
