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feat. Krayzie Bone Somebody call the cops. Let 'em know the funk bandit's back With more bounce to the ounce it's the brat tat tat tat The funk keeper Competition's sweet but known for makin' speak Cause bleed smokin haloweed Givin' You what 'cha need Indeed I'm nice Jewelery full of ice The industry ain't been the same since I came to sprinkle my spice Tonight's the night and we gonna all get lifted Recognize the gifted and how there's no fuckin' around in the west-side district Get it twisted If you wanna choose your destiny Leave all that simple shit at home And bring your fuckin' best to me Cause right here playtime stops Okay, rhymes flop and all that real-deal shit hits tops See I'm the cream of the crop, head bitch in charge And there ain't nothin' or nobody that I've barred thus far Repitoire full of wicked shit Lay back kick a shit All the right shit to give a nigga a hit If you let's nuthing hold you back And your limit is the sky Throw your hands in the air and let's all get high Roll up a fat one and pass it around Lay back hypnotized to the funky sound Repeat 1x KRAYZIE BONE: Now roll up a sac so that we can smoke it together Now how high can you go cause you know we can choke Take it slow, We smoking junk Cause you rolling wit moe We having a celebration We doing this all night if you wanna get away You can play em other times And don't forget my niggas be doing this shit the thuggish way We have you thugging where the thug lately? We Krayzie But niggas don't drop we got the bud blaze-ay So if you get out. Better get with this crowd I bet you wanna get weeded Fuck wit your thugs out of Cleveland Stay peyoted and tweeded them thugs we blazing we fiending Now can you feel this connect with So So Def Mo Thugs My squad and yo posse my nigga we goin be alright So come around everybody party down get down And let that real shit hit yo' chest cause I know when I get that hydro My nigga thugsta come and give me some love Can somebody bang and slang yo' dog with couple of thugs from the cut You wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly We could all get high, get high The shit we keep we got you hypnotized Ain't nobody dealin' with me My nigga J can get his smoke on man Cause if we go broke you won't feel bad DA BRAT: Yeah. But there's enough hundreds for that to never happen in action Certified platinum slashin' bastards Draw shit faster than eastwoods, I wish you could be like me I broke the Mo with fatality, visual shit that you can see These synthetic niggas usually smoke refos with my peeps Get deeper than any bitch Watch me and yo' nigga creep Sky's the limits, Damn them lights cause Krayzie got the Hydro Inject a deadly venom grinnin' and watch them all die slow We non-fictional characters carry grudges till it's dealt with Underestimate the wrong bitch and get yo' shit spend You better light a splife and mind yo' motherfuckin' business Or get that ass put in the witness protection program Till I'm finished, diminished Your entourage is my level Blindin' like the VVS rocks possessin' like the devil Pushin' custom drop-tops Keep Segante' in the glove box Puffin' with crooked cops And can't nuthing hold me back cause nigga my shit don't stop KRAYZIE BONE: You wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly We could all get high, get high The shit we keep we got you hypnotized Ain't nobody dealin' with me My nigga J can get his smoke on man Cause if we go broke you won't feel bad Repeat 3x
