Lyrics:
Man it's cold as a motherfucker
I wish I had some more phonk or something, man
This is Shaquisha Shalonda, Bone Magazine
Here interviewing
and I promise you no regrets
Just put you trust in me, and baby, I promise this shit is legit (Legit,
legit, legit)
[Chorus (2x): Felicia (Krayzie
picks the crops
Hops, I diggity-digs more wigs than John The Baptist
They call me Mr. Rapper so I guess I be the rappist
No practice, yo Krayzie (Diggity
me
There's still no separating
Morning massages
With new bones in your closet
I'll be
I'll be more than a lover
More than a woman
More than
By smoke and by bone
It was foretold
I would find
A Key of Gold.
'ma have my phone turned on so if you need me hit me
Use the code, black or blue? I'ma use black
Me and my boy gonna have some ,okay
Tell Krayzie, Wish,
want this smoke
So shoot your shot with someone else (you heard me)
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
I'm warnin' you, woman, find you your own man
and bone)
And I'm running out of time (flesh and bone)
Somewhere outside that finish line
I square up and break through the chains
And I hit like
Tryin' to do what the big hillbillies do
I would sit there by the hour pickin' wildwood flower
Wore my little fingers to the bone
Well, I said I would
and scratch that break
Now just blow a little bit of that smoke my way
And let's go
(You are now smoking with the best, the best)
I said one more time for
dog, bet I got my Bone, yeah. We
Straight up killas, we're realer. We just want the money,
Y'all hate us. We don't deserve 'em. Murder one, if
chair's not good enough
For king-lazy-bones like myself
More coffee for me boss
'Cause I'm not as messed up as I want to be
I've turned off my
we both got hot
Now check it, I got more Mack than Craig and in the bed
Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy
No need to be greedy I got
Murda one, if we fin' ta go murda dem all, dey fall
They want to see tha Bone fall, y'all
But nah, we too Bone, I remember, back a lil' ways
When we
[Krayzie] Time after time, after time.
[Flesh] Lord, why we gotta deal with the haters everyday?
[Krayzie] Why must I got the glock nine?
[Flesh] Why we
Thugs on the line, frontline
[Krayzie]
See Krayzie about that (Thugs!) nickels and profit
Keepin my pockets all swollen
Gimme that Bone Luv
As you can
tossed in the river?
Nigga, put 'em in the mud see them pump blood, nigga no love
Get shown by the bone when I grab that chrome
Then I honk your dome
Ghetto Cowboy
You betta count your money (Repeat 8X)
[Krayzie Bone]
The name is Krazie, big bad ass bone
Wanted up north for all the gold that I
I hauled myself up out of a ditch
I built me an ark out of gopher wood and pitch
Sat down by the roadside and waited on the rain
Honey, I
i'm kickin' down my dough
So say hello to my new 44...
I'm a type of nigga...
That smokes mothafuckaz...
That smokes mothafuckaz...
I don't give a fuck
the tires out, my ride is a joke
I'm surrounded by an army,
Quickly losing all hope
I threw my ninja poof ball,
Disappeared into the smoke
They got
gotta suffer?
Earth is no more, why don't you burn this mufucka?
(I don't think I can find a way to make it on this earth)
I beat yo' ass, keep
the Will, like Joyner Lucas see visions before I rhyme
I'm Krayzie to the bone-bone-bone, and Bizzy getting what's mine
They say, he too Gangsta Boo had La
and bone)
And I'm running out of time (flesh and bone)
Somewhere outside that finish line
I square up and break through the chains
And I hit like
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