Str8 Ridaz 歌词
| 歌曲 | Str8 Ridaz |
| 歌手 | The Bone Brothers |
| 专辑 | The Bone Brothers |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Hinderson, Hinson, Howse ... | |
| (feat. Krayzie Bone) | |
| (Layzie Bone) | |
| (Yo, we violent....what!?) | |
| This is... (I'm a straight ridah) | |
| Another Self Entertainment production... (I'm a straight ridah) | |
| (I'm a straight ridah) Bone Thugs... (I'm a straight ridah) | |
| Hey Mook, that's that nigga right there dog (We straight ridaz) | |
| That's the same nigga that was talkin' shit at the club, dog | |
| Watch out | |
| (Verse 1: Layzie Bone) | |
| Swingin' at 'em, yeah I'm grindin', baby gettin' down with the best of them | |
| You thought I would slip and fall, end up like the rest of them | |
| That's what you expect from them, never the thugs, nigga this Bone | |
| Whup him like he stole somethin', beat him like I'm Roy Jones | |
| And I thought I told you life is wicked fast, steady get up and get the cash | |
| Stick 'em fast, niggaz be lettin' this slip on past | |
| Number one is up for grabs, I'ma be the victor man | |
| Strong arm, take the shit, like I was the Peter man | |
| Bulldoze against the grain, I always been a rebel dog | |
| Kickin' ass, takin' names, on a whole 'nother level dog | |
| Grown since a teenager, mobile phones and Sky Pagers | |
| Brought up in the projects, now we ballin' skyscrapers | |
| H2s and Escalades, customized, special made | |
| Hollywood to Broadway, check it dog, we gettin' paid | |
| Naw I ain't about to change, I'ma just continue grindin' | |
| Bills paid, babies eatin', record sales steadily climbin' | |
| (Hook x2: Bizzy Bone) | |
| Ride or die.. | |
| Ain't nothin' wrong, I'm ready to get the battle on | |
| Ride or die.. | |
| Waitin' for war, waitin' for warfare | |
| (Verse 2: Krayzie Bone) | |
| A nigga got a flow that's so sick, my shit is in critical condition | |
| And if there's a cure for this, I don't need a fixin' | |
| Gimme a blunt and let me split that shit, man hit that shit | |
| We ain't smokin', rollin' no penners, we blow big fat spliffs | |
| My nigga, just kick back with me, it's the thugs | |
| That's runnin' this motherfucker so bitch answer to us | |
| We the man, we the one | |
| That started this thuggish ruggish, that rough and rugged shit | |
| We ain't smokin' heat, tokin', fuck with me killer, fuck a bitch | |
| I must admit these niggaz, they caught on quick | |
| Broads is gettin' pretty jealous 'cause they all on dick | |
| Battle you with a rhyme, man I battle you with a nine | |
| Millimeter heater, start the breathin' and stop the bleedin' | |
| Thug niggaz straight outta Cleveland, just released to the streets | |
| Paper chasin' player haters get pussies feet underneath, when I creep | |
| So don't be fuckin' with Krayzie, I come through blazin' | |
| With my Leatherface and sawed off, servin' niggaz raw dog | |
| (Hook x2) | |
| (Verse 3: Bizzy Bone) | |
| Reinvention of the radical, none of these rappers compatible | |
| Ready for combat, fanatical, tragedies never tattle | |
| Automatic guns rattlin', moppin' up blood stains, grievance | |
| And I done seen about everything in the world but Jesus | |
| I been to Armageddon, under war, one disciple | |
| Tear it up and start it all over, let me rewrite the Bible | |
| My shit's maniacal, drink Henny until I spit up bile | |
| Livin' this crazy life, la vida loca | |
| Baggin' that coca cola, poppin' that Motorola soldier | |
| This shit is sizzlin', bullets are whistlin', bitch | |
| I am the master of my destiny, never no De Milo | |
| And no Jezebel, my sisters say don't let them broads stress me | |
| I need the silence of the spirits, I am the lamb | |
| These niggaz gon' hate it, corrupt it again, hmmm | |
| It's the religion of Abraham, where there were Muslim bastards | |
| Catholic or Jewish, leave it to Christians, this is thug life niggaz | |
| (Hook x2) |
| zuo qu : Hinderson, Hinson, Howse ... | |
| feat. Krayzie Bone | |
| Layzie Bone | |
| Yo, we violent.... what!? | |
| This is... I' m a straight ridah | |
| Another Self Entertainment production... I' m a straight ridah | |
| I' m a straight ridah Bone Thugs... I' m a straight ridah | |
| Hey Mook, that' s that nigga right there dog We straight ridaz | |
| That' s the same nigga that was talkin' shit at the club, dog | |
| Watch out | |
| Verse 1: Layzie Bone | |
| Swingin' at ' em, yeah I' m grindin', baby gettin' down with the best of them | |
| You thought I would slip and fall, end up like the rest of them | |
| That' s what you expect from them, never the thugs, nigga this Bone | |
| Whup him like he stole somethin', beat him like I' m Roy Jones | |
| And I thought I told you life is wicked fast, steady get up and get the cash | |
| Stick ' em fast, niggaz be lettin' this slip on past | |
| Number one is up for grabs, I' ma be the victor man | |
| Strong arm, take the shit, like I was the Peter man | |
| Bulldoze against the grain, I always been a rebel dog | |
| Kickin' ass, takin' names, on a whole ' nother level dog | |
| Grown since a teenager, mobile phones and Sky Pagers | |
| Brought up in the projects, now we ballin' skyscrapers | |
| H2s and Escalades, customized, special made | |
| Hollywood to Broadway, check it dog, we gettin' paid | |
| Naw I ain' t about to change, I' ma just continue grindin' | |
| Bills paid, babies eatin', record sales steadily climbin' | |
| Hook x2: Bizzy Bone | |
| Ride or die.. | |
| Ain' t nothin' wrong, I' m ready to get the battle on | |
| Ride or die.. | |
| Waitin' for war, waitin' for warfare | |
| Verse 2: Krayzie Bone | |
| A nigga got a flow that' s so sick, my shit is in critical condition | |
| And if there' s a cure for this, I don' t need a fixin' | |
| Gimme a blunt and let me split that shit, man hit that shit | |
| We ain' t smokin', rollin' no penners, we blow big fat spliffs | |
| My nigga, just kick back with me, it' s the thugs | |
| That' s runnin' this motherfucker so bitch answer to us | |
| We the man, we the one | |
| That started this thuggish ruggish, that rough and rugged shit | |
| We ain' t smokin' heat, tokin', fuck with me killer, fuck a bitch | |
| I must admit these niggaz, they caught on quick | |
| Broads is gettin' pretty jealous ' cause they all on dick | |
| Battle you with a rhyme, man I battle you with a nine | |
| Millimeter heater, start the breathin' and stop the bleedin' | |
| Thug niggaz straight outta Cleveland, just released to the streets | |
| Paper chasin' player haters get pussies feet underneath, when I creep | |
| So don' t be fuckin' with Krayzie, I come through blazin' | |
| With my Leatherface and sawed off, servin' niggaz raw dog | |
| Hook x2 | |
| Verse 3: Bizzy Bone | |
| Reinvention of the radical, none of these rappers compatible | |
| Ready for combat, fanatical, tragedies never tattle | |
| Automatic guns rattlin', moppin' up blood stains, grievance | |
| And I done seen about everything in the world but Jesus | |
| I been to Armageddon, under war, one disciple | |
| Tear it up and start it all over, let me rewrite the Bible | |
| My shit' s maniacal, drink Henny until I spit up bile | |
| Livin' this crazy life, la vida loca | |
| Baggin' that coca cola, poppin' that Motorola soldier | |
| This shit is sizzlin', bullets are whistlin', bitch | |
| I am the master of my destiny, never no De Milo | |
| And no Jezebel, my sisters say don' t let them broads stress me | |
| I need the silence of the spirits, I am the lamb | |
| These niggaz gon' hate it, corrupt it again, hmmm | |
| It' s the religion of Abraham, where there were Muslim bastards | |
| Catholic or Jewish, leave it to Christians, this is thug life niggaz | |
| Hook x2 |
| zuò qǔ : Hinderson, Hinson, Howse ... | |
| feat. Krayzie Bone | |
| Layzie Bone | |
| Yo, we violent.... what!? | |
| This is... I' m a straight ridah | |
| Another Self Entertainment production... I' m a straight ridah | |
| I' m a straight ridah Bone Thugs... I' m a straight ridah | |
| Hey Mook, that' s that nigga right there dog We straight ridaz | |
| That' s the same nigga that was talkin' shit at the club, dog | |
| Watch out | |
| Verse 1: Layzie Bone | |
| Swingin' at ' em, yeah I' m grindin', baby gettin' down with the best of them | |
| You thought I would slip and fall, end up like the rest of them | |
| That' s what you expect from them, never the thugs, nigga this Bone | |
| Whup him like he stole somethin', beat him like I' m Roy Jones | |
| And I thought I told you life is wicked fast, steady get up and get the cash | |
| Stick ' em fast, niggaz be lettin' this slip on past | |
| Number one is up for grabs, I' ma be the victor man | |
| Strong arm, take the shit, like I was the Peter man | |
| Bulldoze against the grain, I always been a rebel dog | |
| Kickin' ass, takin' names, on a whole ' nother level dog | |
| Grown since a teenager, mobile phones and Sky Pagers | |
| Brought up in the projects, now we ballin' skyscrapers | |
| H2s and Escalades, customized, special made | |
| Hollywood to Broadway, check it dog, we gettin' paid | |
| Naw I ain' t about to change, I' ma just continue grindin' | |
| Bills paid, babies eatin', record sales steadily climbin' | |
| Hook x2: Bizzy Bone | |
| Ride or die.. | |
| Ain' t nothin' wrong, I' m ready to get the battle on | |
| Ride or die.. | |
| Waitin' for war, waitin' for warfare | |
| Verse 2: Krayzie Bone | |
| A nigga got a flow that' s so sick, my shit is in critical condition | |
| And if there' s a cure for this, I don' t need a fixin' | |
| Gimme a blunt and let me split that shit, man hit that shit | |
| We ain' t smokin', rollin' no penners, we blow big fat spliffs | |
| My nigga, just kick back with me, it' s the thugs | |
| That' s runnin' this motherfucker so bitch answer to us | |
| We the man, we the one | |
| That started this thuggish ruggish, that rough and rugged shit | |
| We ain' t smokin' heat, tokin', fuck with me killer, fuck a bitch | |
| I must admit these niggaz, they caught on quick | |
| Broads is gettin' pretty jealous ' cause they all on dick | |
| Battle you with a rhyme, man I battle you with a nine | |
| Millimeter heater, start the breathin' and stop the bleedin' | |
| Thug niggaz straight outta Cleveland, just released to the streets | |
| Paper chasin' player haters get pussies feet underneath, when I creep | |
| So don' t be fuckin' with Krayzie, I come through blazin' | |
| With my Leatherface and sawed off, servin' niggaz raw dog | |
| Hook x2 | |
| Verse 3: Bizzy Bone | |
| Reinvention of the radical, none of these rappers compatible | |
| Ready for combat, fanatical, tragedies never tattle | |
| Automatic guns rattlin', moppin' up blood stains, grievance | |
| And I done seen about everything in the world but Jesus | |
| I been to Armageddon, under war, one disciple | |
| Tear it up and start it all over, let me rewrite the Bible | |
| My shit' s maniacal, drink Henny until I spit up bile | |
| Livin' this crazy life, la vida loca | |
| Baggin' that coca cola, poppin' that Motorola soldier | |
| This shit is sizzlin', bullets are whistlin', bitch | |
| I am the master of my destiny, never no De Milo | |
| And no Jezebel, my sisters say don' t let them broads stress me | |
| I need the silence of the spirits, I am the lamb | |
| These niggaz gon' hate it, corrupt it again, hmmm | |
| It' s the religion of Abraham, where there were Muslim bastards | |
| Catholic or Jewish, leave it to Christians, this is thug life niggaz | |
| Hook x2 |
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