G6 and a G5 You pussy niggas you feline Don't stop the party, we be getting gnarley Oh kimosabe, I'm with Mack, ? and Marley Cause its the same old shit
, And My Teeth Cost That Way I Will Never Cheap Talk And I Call My Mommy Sweat Heart, She Call Me Sweet Daddy And She Gladly, Loves The Way That Daddy
C & Krayzie Bone] Everybody wanna sound like, sound like, sound like Bone, Bone, Bone! Everybody wanna rap like, rap like, rap like Bone, Bone, Bone!
(yeah) yeah [echoes] Bone (Bone) Bone (Bone) Bone [echoes] It's goin down man, yo (yo) yo (yo) This how we do it [Chorus x2: Krayzie Bone] Now that
[Chorus: Flesh-n-Bone {Layzie Bone} (Krayzie Bone)] 'Creepin' On Ah Come Up' from sunup to sundown. Movin', we get up and get around. {Facts don't lie
gone And I think I'm running out of time The god damn baby's daddy And I'm gonna damned to hell, if I don't abide and that's why I yell, B-E-N-Z we ride
And at the C-L-E-V-E...L-A-N-D And we get bucked on the block block block block And nigga remember I said weee this for we And all them niggas that love
Stan Howse Vicki da Bomb, Wish Bone, Bizzy Bone And Krayzie Bone, my boy Tony Tone, Old Mo And the troublemakers in the house For these funky productions, and
name is Krayzie Bone I gotta bless da 40 ounce Who's next to bless da 40? I don't wanna put you out So yo, Wish Bone, my nigga, bless da 40 ounce! [Wish] Bone
nigga yall, better get your paper paper, paper, paper, paper, paper.... Money aint a thang, [Verse Two: Layzie Bone, Wish Bone (Bizzy Bone) {Bizzy Bone & Wish Bone
can call me Mr. Murda-mo Get ??, burn the whole store down all by myself ?? for fuckin with the Bone flow Heaven and Earth, God and my loved one, and ya gotta roll And
Everybody wanna know what's goin on with the thuggish, ruggish, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone Tryna' get prepared for the Y2K And if I don't die today, Im'a
table, ready for more Y'all clone him, and what if I got my peeps to flip in And vote and go ahead and smoke 'em, open 'em up And your luck get fucked
you'll make it Givin' peace to the G-O-D, your Lord And it really don't mean that evil's gonna quit Because the hater's gonna hate, and then the real
stoppin' to tha tough Double Glock and it's not forgotten Bitchez drop in Tha Clair It's tha Bone Thugs, in this shit wit' Eazy E and we made it and ah
smug, and I break fast Get to my pad, sit back and laugh, loc'd out as I flip through my cash At last, nigga made good, and I got away smooth Now, I'