Lyrics:
[Playa] Yeah, ha ha ha
[Playa] Yeah tell 'em what time it is
[Bizzy] Bone Bone Bone Bone - it's Playalitical (it's Playalitical)
[Bizzy] And Bizzy
won't know me by my skull or my rib
Locked in, clocked out
Yeah it is what it is
When it all boils down there's nothing but bones left
When it all
boy, rock rock mang
The nang, the nang, the nang, the nang
I'm not a mechanism born from disdain, I had to be trained
Now I cat call with dead walkers
the morning for details and
hookups
You betta count your money (Repeat 4X)
[Krayzie Bone]
Rise and shine, good morning howdy
Nine o clock we meet my boy in
the way he feels they should
Instead his bones lock into place and he can no longer seem to move
He shouts out in defiance to some walker of the night
He
on Sinai none higher than I
Roll up, like that good kush that they've
Been smokin' since 5
Pull out like 2 9’s and I
Aim it dead at they eyes
And tell them
the thoughts I think
I need a double of the stuff that makes a man go blind
Because I think I've seen enough to last a whole lifetime
I'll be a good boy, keep my
low/love?
gonna hang these bones out to dry
dry, dry, dry
oh you're good, man
got a blackberry stain
and they're not even in season
if you're not yet
touched by anyone
Dear God
My mother's legs throb bad
Ma religiously rubs ointments on them
Like she is scrubbing grime from her bathtub
She repeatedly
on my seat
Ten-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by me
Bitches know it's time out
They be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out'
They want to fuck
if I must bust Said again I been good But I'm still in the streets with heat Cause a nigga gotta eat Its a Bone thing what? Cause I love some money
Diamonds
Represent for my peoples
Word up, kid
Tony Starks
Universal frontier
Original bloodclaat bad boys
Who come to get you, none, they want guns
Diamonds
Represent for my peoples
Word up, kid
Tony Starks
Universal frontier
Original bloodclaat bad boys
Who come to get you, none, they want guns
by the boys of the world
But I!! i.. am.. totally ignorant to that type of pride
Yell, when your groin starts to rebel
Yo l, I told you that we would
boots on
Workin' like hell 'til the dinner bell brings him back home
Blue collar in his blood, backwoods in his bones
No doubt about it that boy's country
I tell em that I'm grown so, so I tell em
Music is My New Home
Walker doing good, yeah course he is
I get the bag, never force this shit
Elevating,
some good things when I get it
(Ima do it)
Do Good (And when I get it)
Do Good by your people (Ima do it)
Do Good by your friends
Boy, you better do it
a peep from em, whisper behind your back
Call them boys, identify you by scars and tats
Keep your shit intact cause any chance they'll catch you slipping
So many try to impress, best dressed
Look good, look hood
I'm just trying to look like God
Chosen vessel, chose to roll with the fleshful lusts
But
Boys to Men like Wanya
May these words be calcium
And strengthen where your bones lay
This calcium's good for your bones
This calcium's good for your
went to college
That no good son left home
That old mother worked her finger to the bone
And sent that boy to school
She gets on her knee and scrub
nostril
BAP, the butter cat at gutter rappin and I'm all man
Whatever gotta happen gotta happen
Boy don't make me put my grown man shoe in you
And I'm
dear, no pets eat his own homework
Pet cruise cobble step shoes
That are bone bugs
Holmes, sick to the fishbone comb
My yellow brick shtick ain't tip toe
sweet tea
I'm a good old southern boy to a T
But I ain't got a racist bone in me
I'm a hillbilly gangster hippie if you please
A jacked up truck tie died
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