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Song: | Notorious Thugs (Ft Biggie Smalls & Bone Thugs) |
Album: | indefinido | Genres: | Hip-Hop |
Year: | | Length: | 368 sec |
Lyrics:
Intro 1-5: Bone-Thugz-N-Harmony
[Intro 1]
(Just) Bone and Biggie Biggie We gonna rock the party Just Bone and Biggie Biggie (repeat 3X) Rock the party, party Yes Bone and Biggie Biggie Betta run and tell everybody Just Bone and Biggie Biggie (repeat 3X) Everybody, everybody
[Intro 2]
(Let's) Ride let's ride let's ride let's ride Get high, get high, get high, c'mon Let's ride let's ride let's ride let's ride Get high, get high, get high
[Intro 3]
Just Bone and Biggie Biggie (repeat 4X) We gonna rock the party Rock the party, party Just Bone and Biggie Biggie (repeat 4X) Betta run and tell everybody Everybody, everybody
[Intro 4]
No-to-rious, Thugs Nuthin but them thugsters Nuthin but them thugster thugsters No-to-rious, Thugs Nuthin but them thugsters Nuthin but them thugster thugsters
Chorus: Intro 3 and Intro 4 overlapped, Intro 2
[Biggie] Armed and dangerous, ain't too many can bang with us Straight up weed no angel dust, label us Notorious Thug ass niggaz that love to bust, it's strange to us Y'all niggaz be scramblin, gamblin Up in restaraunts with mandolins, and violins We just sittin here tryin to win, tryin not to sin High off weed and lots of gin So much smoke need oxygen, steadily countin them Benjamins Nigga you should too, if you knew What this game'll do to you Been in this shit since ninety-two Look at all the bullshit I been through So-called beef with you know who Fuck a few female stars or two Nigga, blue light, nigga, move like Mike, shit Not to be fucked with Motherfucker better duck quick, cause Me and my dogs love to buck shit Fuck the luck shit, strictly aim No aspirations to quit the game Spit yo' game, talk yo' shit Grab yo' gat, call yo' click Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one Pass that weed, I got to light one All them niggaz I got ta fight one All them hoes I got ta like one Our situation is a tight one Whatcha gonna do, fight or run? Seems to me that you'll take B Bone and Big, nigga die slowly I'ma tell you like a nigga told me Cash Rule Everything Around Me Shit, lyrically, niggaz can't see me Fuck it, buy the coke Cook the coke, cut it Know the bitch 'fore you caught yourself lovin' it Nigga with a Benz fuckin it Doesn't it seem odd to you Big come through with mobs and crews Goodfellas down to the Mo Thugs dudes Who's the killa, me or you?
(We forgive you, for you know not what you do)
[Bizzy] Seven A.M. woke in the mornin With Hen and caffine and green and nicotine No dough so pop a couple of doze Lil Ripsta, nigga Mista Clean Nigga Dean, deep in my temple and not to get Sentimentally sting, wit my Instrumelody, and heated Especially for your team And a forty-five indeed will beam In between the scenes destroy your dreams You willin to die, we'll see How many flees when I cause the scene We mean mug, Mo Thugs Trained to be perfect, disciples When it's survival tongue, never double-edged sword Triple, six rivals spittin fire This the real truth, bitch Breakin out for lies My Messiahs better be ready for Armageddeon shit's expired It's wild, bless the child The one that became a man Put in positions off in the Claire All that I had to do was stare Test me now, contender never no surrender no pretend Pick up my pen, in my hand One of my trusted friend friend, hey Open it let's see if we're real, we all suited Beg my pardon to Martin Baby we ain't marchin we shootin In daily recruitin there's a tough law Everyday in the ghetto We start em off little we give em a bottle And a pen and a pad to hit the label kick it
[Krayzie] Nigga roll wit Bone up into the Thug spot To the dome wit a shot of bird Never get tossed to the curb Be feelin that urge to splurge But I'm broke as fuck son gimme that Mossberg swerve Up into my bag, cause I gotta get my mask and shells To put in this twelve gauge sawed off Get em all off, nigga yo' loss, take it all off Got a nigga car door But the Bone not Leatherface, too many are thinkin they Thugs They need the most help to pull it in doves And bitch if you stickin we buckin them guzzlers, fucked up Now let me get done with the grime Gotta go purchase a dime Put in a state to get done with the crime Smokin the reefer to ease my mind Swig some wine, step on the block with the rocks But Willie be servin em clemency Gotta buck him on down if he come back talkin Like gimme back me money Thuggin with me killers, need us a leader Or liquor but niggaz ain't got shit Wit a sawed off pump chrome thirty-eight pistol Now who ready to get bent Nigga like me feenin for them green leaves But I ain't had no dough Gotta make some money so I'm makin my dummy rocks if I go broke
Chorus: Intro 3, Intro 2
[Layzie] Yeah, Little Lay hey comin in the form of scripture Finna get ya and hit ya wit magic Droppin down licks betta call on my gadgets With an automatics status we spray time to load the glocks But I'm thinkin not There's another he forced tellin me do what I gotta do So my otha potnah nigga die tonight And I'm always runnin from the boys in blue Biggie booms on my ass now provide the cellular phone The carphone, what's happenin Grab artillery niggaz start packin Cause a motherfucker try to get me in a jacket, and I did him Hit him right between the eyes, despise the wise Wanna test a nigga size, that'll cost him Nigga fuck around wit the wrong shit Y'all get mo murdered all day all day We done paved the way and I'm on the run I'ma call my boys and bring all the guns Y'all niggaz wanna have a little fun wit number one One, one, Bloody red red rum rum rum rum rum rum Bloody red red rum rum rum rum rum rum Bloody red red rum
Chorus: Intro 3, Intro 2, Intro 3, Intro 2
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