Lyrics:
a splurge on my kind
Sippin' on a fifth of Rose wine
Yeah, the Flesh-N-, the Flesh-N-muthafuckin' Bone
Gettin' my tipsy on strong, always stay packin' that
you ain`t
It`s like this on mine, potna
By all means, I got the ball
So it`s your life, not mine n****, so you make the call
Now, I can blow your
now
Staying with my dogs you know we stay lockdown
Aye, yeah, turned up off Ciroc
Throwing down shots like we down by a lot
Hoes standing at attention
push grams
En I a’n’t talkin’ ‘bout no ladies in wheelchairs
An I can spare sluggz 4 them
So when I blow ya wig off
They i’n’t gon’ be no hair club 4 men
ain't stressing over me
I ain't pulling out my hair or dropping tears on my teeth
Like, oh yeah, we ready for the bullshit
Gun so long, you would think I
Dread Woo, nigga, fuck nigga
Fuck is wrong with niggas? Niggas don't really be on shit
(Beat by Yamaica productions, baby)
Niggas gonna be fuckin'
that man they got my nigga)
Man that shit ain't cool man
(Okay order in the court)
[Woman]
The people versus Bone Thugs N Harmony
Case number
God said don't give me your
Tin horn prayers
Don't buy roses off the street down there
Took it all and took the dirt road home
Dreaming of Jenny with
N***** ain’t bout it they do it for show
N***** ain’t bout it they doing the most
Ran up a check and we never looked back
I grab her hair when I hit from
Comb the hair on my chest with a stray cat bone
When the shots rang out at the Dollhouse yeah
I was standing right there with my Wild Irish Rose
When
Bout to scoop her up, I'm feelin' like the
Big Dipper She said, when you comin' over, I do P O R N
I said, baby, calm down, you had me at when I'll be
Lost from a pure 'n strange taste
Can't even realize the time I waste
Cos you’re dancing in my head
Wrapped in guns and roses
All my blood
Is poisoned by
war
All these choppers in the crib
Look like a gun store
And the rose gold look like
Duck sauce in the Maybach
With a young broad why the fuck
Would I
on my Patek
Took them cuffs off totin' automatics
This the shit we get a rush for
All this rose gold look like duck sauce
In the Maybach with a young
Will jump a n**** like a chessboard
Do a drive by while you're riding on your skateboard
They ain't even know it
Have Drake sing a song just to get her
n****s fucked up
Have Lil' Josh tell you n****s boss up
Graduated school of the hard knocks
Used to sell dog at the ball court
Get it out the mud like
but they dragged him by his arm
They took him upstairs
His mum was tied up in the flat to a chair
Soon as he saw, man he rushes over there
I swear
[Intro: Guys talkin about Tech N9ne]
"And the spiked red hair, and the, and, and paintin' his face..."
"Whoa, hold on man, Tech is losin' it man..."
Operate and charter stone hearts
Out of gargoyles
Ditto on the guard dogs, ruff!
This is not behavior distorted by
The presence of other personage
More
or bound to pop a mission
So if you got dogs, n****, let 'em go
If a mob f***in' truck right, let 'em know
We got the same guns that you got, but better
soon
There won't be no street
For dummies to jog on
Or doggies to dog on
Religious fanatics
Can make it be all gone
(I mean it won't blow up
'n disappear
hustle for my daughter
Now i'm grind'n for my son
Actavis come by the case
I keep the gun on my waist
These niggas hate on the low
Why do they smile in my
don't need no gun
But it's the 90's and n****s don't bump by the end of the round
The clown bound to dump, young chump
You don't wanna get caught up in
Oh! what a shame they gave you the name of Mickey
Where is the rose that grows in repose like you
Lucky the birds and the bees you'd meet
Lucky
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