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layzie bone - midwest-westcoast connection كلمات الأغنية

[intro: mr. criminal] + (layzie)
let ’em know where you at homie (i’m on the westside for real baby)
that’s right homie, what’s up layzie? (what’s happenin baby?)
ha ha, yeah, we clickin up homie (let’s get this gangsta sh-t crackin)
takin over the motherf-ckin game, ha ha
let’s do it homie (yeah)
[hook: mr. criminal] + (layzie)
(from the 2-1-6 to the 2-1-3)
from cleveland to california droppin nothin but heat
lowridin and g-ngb-ngin cause i’m into ‘caine slangin
hi power soldiers, on the frontline aimin
(from the 2-1-6 to the 2-1-3)
from cleveland to california droppin nothin but heat
and once again you know it’s on, mr. criminal, layzie bone
packin straps whenever we roam, haters leave that sh-t alone
i’m on a whole ‘nother level, we probably care with this gangsta sh-t
representin the streets, and every rider i’m bangin with
mr. criminal, layzie bone from the thug, there ain’t no claimin it
haters talkin that madness, i’mma show ’em what i’m aimin with
and fools hate me cause i rose from the gutter
and i’m that lad from the southern side that flows like no other
bustas spendin big bucks just to flop every summer
while we’re pullin up in escalades, benz’s and hummers, ha ha
they said those motherf-ckers came up
infested the streets, and sewed the game up
but still, hoes wanna see me, still see d-ck with eyes closed
so on the +1st of tha month+, i send ’em to +tha crossroads+
will i live or i die tonight? only god knows
keepin haters in my sight, enemies in my scope
from the streets of cleveland to southern cali ride on 100 spokes
bar heads, blue wax and brown skin when i approach – that’s it
from the 2-1-6 to the 2-1-3
where the loc’s and the motherf-ckin gangstas be
we be stompin in the south, mobbin through the east
we givin up love, holla eazy-e
straight from the motherf-ckin theive-land
where you can cop you a forty, for a dollar-ninety even
drink a brew or be a true nut and a alcoholic
you got a problem with the bosses then my crew will solve it
don’t try to trip, i got the gauge in the trunk
double c-ck that b-tch and just dump
organized crime bring residuals
i’m f-ckin with the criminal, real individual
westside, let ’em know we strapped
y’all can’t hold us back, we too thug for that, n-gg-
criminal minded, you’ve been blinded
lookin for some sh-t like ours, you can’t find it
from the 2-1-6 to the 2-1-3
from east 1999 out to these west coast streets
we some g’s, we some riders tonight, we ready to clown
ready to smash, put it down, represent for the brown
and uh, it’s kinda crazy, got a call from the homie layzie
’bout to show these motherf-ckers how we represent daily
it’s a 2-11 homie, that’s a jack in progress
and i bang for the south, still i rep for the west
who get sunk up in the street, for the heat i possess
and this ain’t a game of checkers, motherf-ckers this chess
so uh, i think it’s time for the game to recognize
open your eyes motherf-ckers, hi power, we on the rise
like times almost in my face, i’mma rep it when i complete ya
on the real, i feel that i’m the west’s best kept secret
cause these fools be claimin they gangstas but they ain’t no motherf-ckin g’s
they really want some drama, come to the 2-1-6 and 2-1-3
yeah yeah, from the 2-1-6 to the 2-1-3 homie
mr. criminal, layzie bone
hi power soldiers! {-echoes-}
mess with that bone thugs-n-harmony, lil’ homie
haters keep hatin, bone thugs, connect {-echoes-}

- layzie bone

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