Lyrics:
The Bombardier Beetle, when disturbed
Defends itself by emitting a series of explosions
Sometimes setting off four or five reports in succession
The noises
trees, nigga I'm gone
Take my keys, nigga it's nothing
One of these chicks is taking me home
That little red bone said she's taking me home
Fine ass
where these hoes hold my dog bones
I dog whistle and they download my ring tone
And she's so hypnotized by this pimp's poem
What I got here is mine go
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
bones these bones are thuggin whassup an
These niggaz are heated defeated every single it is
We bustin them mack 10's, these shit never ends sawed off
to that.' Then he said to me, 'Speak a prophetic message to these bones and say, Dry bones, listen to the word of the Lord!'
Come, O breath, from the four
The many rules I break
Games of consequence (x4)
We play these games of random chance
Of weakened will
Of sleep and dance
We play these games
tired of pushing? cren't you tired of lyin?
Oooooo
You dig a hole and you bury the bones (chh)
These bridges will burn unless you leave it alone (chhh)
to bitches feedin' me grapes
Peep my mind state, Big Poppa flow is lethal
That weed wanna make my ass wanna kill four people
Fuck the game, gimme the chain
death is wrong
So I'ma keep holding on 'til what's left is gone
You can put that on my nigga Boom (true)
These other rap cats will give a nigga room
grabbed the forty-four mag plus a sack
And I snag my leather rag, can't reveal when I glide with the moneybag
ride to the hide, count my flags. I be livin'
This that futuristic shit, bitch
It don't stop, I can't stop
These cats ain't never touched nothing
Ain't never gonna touch nothing
Spend too much
a bone wit' me
Put my bitch up on designer, got Balenci' on her feet
My momma say a couple prayers, keep them demons off me
'Cause I know I'm out here
I'm trippin', I'm slippin'
I'll wait into the zone where these whores
On my dog bone
A dog whistle and they download my ring tone
And she's so
your paths
These stone walls - surrounded by winds
These human bones - preserved for the next age
These maguey plants - from Mayáhuel's planted bones
Tell me about these fake ass bitches
Look here little nigga
Most of these niggas be bitches too
But you'll never hear that side of the story
So
[Krayzie]
This track is tight you should be clapping your hands
[ clapping your hands] 4x
[chorus]
As we ride by the end of the night
You will
trust these hoes
Betrayal had me chillin by my lonely, niggaz act like hoes
Sipping so much liquor seeing double pour a little more
Drowning out my demons
rackn', in the back whats happenin'
40 Glock, snap a Insta, ain't no need for no caption
I got put on by four niggas, wasn't need for no bandage
I did my
gave up the game for his faith
I feel like I'm caged in these chains and restraints
Grimmin' every stranger in the place while I gaze into space
niggas
Jump out with 4 of them bitches, a nigga know it's crystal
That's how the game go, every nigga come up dead they come and get me
These niggas
bet we got some
Busta's discuss us, niggas poppin all the Ying-Yang
Still the Dogg Pound Gang (DPG, Man)
Beats still funky, Beats by the Pound in
gave up the game for his faith
I feel like I'm caged in these chains and restraints
Grimmin' every stranger in the place while I gaze into space
death is wrong
So I'ma keep holding on 'til what's left is gone
You can put that on my nigga Boom (true)
These other rap cats will give a nigga room
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