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Albums:

Live at Croydon Fairfield Halls (Paul Kossoff) · Fairfield Halls, Live 1970 (Mott the Hoople) · At the Fairfield Halls, Vol. 2 (Lonnie Donegan) · Live at the Fairfield Halls, 1974 (Caravan) · These Bones (Cicada Omega) · These Four Walls (Shawn Colvin) · These Four Walls (We Were Promised Jetpacks) · These Four Walls (We Were Promised Jetpacks) · These Foolish Things [Four Star] (Dave Brubeck) · These Four Walls (Shawn Colvin) – and 90 other albums »


[Verse 1]
You might catch me on the interstate (I10)
Actin' bad, ho's hollerin' there he go
Who? Boosie bad ass
And these fools know I keep that thing
[Verse 1]
You might catch me on the interstate (I10)
Actin' bad, ho's hollerin' there he go
Who? Boosie bad ass
And these fools know I keep that thing
[Verse 1]
You might catch me on the interstate (I10)
Actin' bad, ho's hollerin' there he go
Who? Boosie bad ass
And these fools know I keep that thing
[Verse 1]
You might catch me on the interstate (I10)
Actin' bad, ho's hollerin' there he go
Who? Boosie bad ass
And these fools know I keep that thing
Line by line
It cuts to the bone
Man I hate these songs

Crazy four walls
He stopped loving her today
And old lonely street
Ain't it funny how
As Deacon Lee prepares his sermon for next week

I saw grandma yesterday down at the store
Well she's really doing fine for eighty-four
And she asked me
Navigating by the stars at night

You made your bones in these dicty 'burbs
Gritty days, they mocked the words you slurred
Lemonade gulped on balconies
(Bone-Thugs-n-Harmony)
Bone ( xalot )
Wasteland soldier, These are tha dayz of our livez

I be struggling & hustling & thugging it forever
Come &
by the loss of time
Feet stuck frozen in the snow
These crazy things you do

Shame
Shame
Shame
Oh oh oh

Shame
Shame
Shame
Oh oh oh

Alright
Ok
Alright
Number one is the place

[Chorus:Repeat x2]

[Krayzie Bone]
Now we ridin by [Repeat x4]
Bone bone bone bone
Wasteland soldier
These are the days of our lives

I be strugglin' and hustlin' and thuggin' it forever
Come and look deeply
I can't help but think of you
In these four walls my thoughts seem to wander
To some distant century
When everyone we know is six feet under
And it's war tryin' crab these Bones
Bring on ya stretchers ya dearly departed
Ya rest in the coffin for daring to cross this,
Come and get that ass
Staight outta welfare
when I break you niggas I'm a have enough money, to buy Fairfield
spend about a half a hundred thousand
boost up my coins
preceed
the devastation
And unification of the thugs in the middle of the map
These niggas finna snap
Spit it for niggas that bit it
Then give them the business they
The bars are all closed
It's four in the morning
I must have shut 'em all down
By the shape that I'm in

I lay my head on the wheel
for these bones to mend 

Up before the sun dries
The frost on my fields
I've got the diesel burnin'
Turnin' these four wheels 

Across this land I been
As Deacon Lee prepares his sermon for next week

I saw Grandma yesterday down at the store
Well she's really doing fine for eighty-four
And she asked me
The bars are all closed
It's four in the morning
I must have shut 'em all down
By the shape that I'm in

I lay my head on the wheel
And the horn
Coming from the ghetto there's no future for the poor
Where the cops don't care if a bullet hits a bone
Where's there's unemployment and no work
scared to tell. And
Deep in my mind, devil seeped in. Scary
Stay wary and carry on. Promise to burn me
Never bury and hurry if you ain't Bone

Verse 4
The bars are all closed
It's four in the morning
I must have shut 'em all down
By the shape that I'm in

I lay my head on the wheel
Bone bone bone bone bone bone bone bone 
So tell me what you're gonna do 
When there ain't nowhere 2 run 
When judgment comes 4 you 
(when
Intro: Bizzy
Yeah [laughs]
Bone Thug in this mutha whaa whaa whaa
Yeah Big Wish in this muthafucka what's up my nigga and
Lil Lay I love you nigga
off
To the house, nah nigga to the county morgue

(Chorus x4)

You better watch your back
Cause some of these hoes jack

Verse 2

3 o'clock