Bonnie and Clyde II Lyrics
| Song | Bonnie and Clyde II |
| Artist | Yo-Yo |
| Album | Total Control |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Jackson, Troutman, Whitaker | |
| (feat. Ice Cube) | |
| [Ice Cube] Got me a down ass girl on my team | |
| With an infa-red beam... | |
| [Verse 1: Ice Cube] | |
| There go the niggas I'm supposed to meet | |
| We gon' do this, Yo-Yo slide me the heat | |
| Knew they was punks from my very first glance | |
| Shakin' niggas hands, waitin' for a chance | |
| Do you got the yey, what the motherfuckers say | |
| Right this way | |
| In they trunks, super ??? about six | |
| Lookin' like bricks, do I got the chips? | |
| Hell yaeh, in the back of my Elco | |
| Can we rock wit' you, I said hell no | |
| Yo-Yo, see my fo'fo'? grab it | |
| About to let these motherfuckers have it | |
| Walk back with my strap, gas on my chest | |
| Let me get a taste test | |
| Tongue got numb, then I said Fuck That! | |
| This a motherfuckin' jack... | |
| Thinking of a master plan [x3: w/ adlibs] | |
| [Verse 2: Yo-Yo] | |
| I saw the homie pull his strap | |
| I knew we dealin' with badge | |
| Up in the hoopdie, pop the trunk | |
| And started to blast... mad | |
| You know fools snatching cabbage and dough | |
| That's how it is, dealin' with loc's | |
| Fuck what you heard, act like you know | |
| Ain't no witness, just tryin' to let you know | |
| Lay the fool, straight up, face down like five-o | |
| Ride wit' six birds, this ain't no joke | |
| The murder scene was a deal gone bad | |
| We popped the fools and took everything they had | |
| Now the only thing to do is get away | |
| Cops are on our ass, dude should I blast? | |
| Snatched the heat from under the seat | |
| Roll down the windows to let 'em have it | |
| Fuckin' with this bad mamma-jam-it | |
| Yeah, I threw this shit in reverse | |
| Grab a nine, by my side | |
| Who ride? Bonnie & Clyde, nigga... | |
| Thinking of a master plan [x3: w/ adlibs] | |
| [Verse 3: Yo-Yo & Ice Cube] | |
| [Cube] Run, run, run, from the ghetto pigeon | |
| It's all mathematic, weavin' outa traffic | |
| That's the shit I be hatin', when these fuckin' daton's | |
| Get to Ice-Skating | |
| Yo-Yo, back seat driving, shut the fuck up | |
| [Yo-Yo] You shut the fuck up, learn how to drive | |
| [Cube] Ninety-ninety-five, Bonnie & Clyde | |
| Wanted dead or alive | |
| Tryin' to jump out the LAPD | |
| Headin' up Century, fuck the Penatentiary | |
| Wanna get my shit, I'ma click it | |
| Knew the job was fucked up when I took it | |
| [Yo-Yo] Shit is scandelous | |
| Ninety-five, latest mobster | |
| Shit don't stop, still bustin' out the coppers | |
| Nine in my lap, a fo'fo' when I ride | |
| Still bedin' corners, bout to hit the East side | |
| Straight who-ridin', Bonnie & Clyde 'n | |
| All the way live from the West side | |
| With plan B to perfect, have to do what's next | |
| Hopped out that bitch with the quickness | |
| You know it's all business | |
| Robbin', Stealin', Killin' and Wheelin' [x4: w/ adlibs] | |
| Take, take that Motherfuckers... | |
| (Robbin'...) Take that... (Stealin'..) Take that... | |
| (Robbin', Stealin'...) Take that... | |
| Robbin', Stealin', Killin' and Wheelin' | |
| Always on the go cause this - always ??? |
| zuo qu : Jackson, Troutman, Whitaker | |
| feat. Ice Cube | |
| Ice Cube Got me a down ass girl on my team | |
| With an infared beam... | |
| Verse 1: Ice Cube | |
| There go the niggas I' m supposed to meet | |
| We gon' do this, YoYo slide me the heat | |
| Knew they was punks from my very first glance | |
| Shakin' niggas hands, waitin' for a chance | |
| Do you got the yey, what the motherfuckers say | |
| Right this way | |
| In they trunks, super nbsp??? about six | |
| Lookin' like bricks, do I got the chips? | |
| Hell yaeh, in the back of my Elco | |
| Can we rock wit' you, I said hell no | |
| YoYo, see my fo' fo'? grab it | |
| About to let these motherfuckers have it | |
| Walk back with my strap, gas on my chest | |
| Let me get a taste test | |
| Tongue got numb, then I said Fuck That! | |
| This a motherfuckin' jack... | |
| Thinking of a master plan x3: w adlibs | |
| Verse 2: YoYo | |
| I saw the homie pull his strap | |
| I knew we dealin' with badge | |
| Up in the hoopdie, pop the trunk | |
| And started to blast... mad | |
| You know fools snatching cabbage and dough | |
| That' s how it is, dealin' with loc' s | |
| Fuck what you heard, act like you know | |
| Ain' t no witness, just tryin' to let you know | |
| Lay the fool, straight up, face down like fiveo | |
| Ride wit' six birds, this ain' t no joke | |
| The murder scene was a deal gone bad | |
| We popped the fools and took everything they had | |
| Now the only thing to do is get away | |
| Cops are on our ass, dude should I blast? | |
| Snatched the heat from under the seat | |
| Roll down the windows to let ' em have it | |
| Fuckin' with this bad mammajamit | |
| Yeah, I threw this shit in reverse | |
| Grab a nine, by my side | |
| Who ride? Bonnie Clyde, nigga... | |
| Thinking of a master plan x3: w adlibs | |
| Verse 3: YoYo Ice Cube | |
| Cube Run, run, run, from the ghetto pigeon | |
| It' s all mathematic, weavin' outa traffic | |
| That' s the shit I be hatin', when these fuckin' daton' s | |
| Get to IceSkating | |
| YoYo, back seat driving, shut the fuck up | |
| YoYo You shut the fuck up, learn how to drive | |
| Cube Ninetyninetyfive, Bonnie Clyde | |
| Wanted dead or alive | |
| Tryin' to jump out the LAPD | |
| Headin' up Century, fuck the Penatentiary | |
| Wanna get my shit, I' ma click it | |
| Knew the job was fucked up when I took it | |
| YoYo Shit is scandelous | |
| Ninetyfive, latest mobster | |
| Shit don' t stop, still bustin' out the coppers | |
| Nine in my lap, a fo' fo' when I ride | |
| Still bedin' corners, bout to hit the East side | |
| Straight whoridin', Bonnie Clyde ' n | |
| All the way live from the West side | |
| With plan B to perfect, have to do what' s next | |
| Hopped out that bitch with the quickness | |
| You know it' s all business | |
| Robbin', Stealin', Killin' and Wheelin' x4: w adlibs | |
| Take, take that Motherfuckers... | |
| Robbin'... Take that... Stealin'.. Take that... | |
| Robbin', Stealin'... Take that... | |
| Robbin', Stealin', Killin' and Wheelin' | |
| Always on the go cause this always nbsp??? |
| zuò qǔ : Jackson, Troutman, Whitaker | |
| feat. Ice Cube | |
| Ice Cube Got me a down ass girl on my team | |
| With an infared beam... | |
| Verse 1: Ice Cube | |
| There go the niggas I' m supposed to meet | |
| We gon' do this, YoYo slide me the heat | |
| Knew they was punks from my very first glance | |
| Shakin' niggas hands, waitin' for a chance | |
| Do you got the yey, what the motherfuckers say | |
| Right this way | |
| In they trunks, super nbsp??? about six | |
| Lookin' like bricks, do I got the chips? | |
| Hell yaeh, in the back of my Elco | |
| Can we rock wit' you, I said hell no | |
| YoYo, see my fo' fo'? grab it | |
| About to let these motherfuckers have it | |
| Walk back with my strap, gas on my chest | |
| Let me get a taste test | |
| Tongue got numb, then I said Fuck That! | |
| This a motherfuckin' jack... | |
| Thinking of a master plan x3: w adlibs | |
| Verse 2: YoYo | |
| I saw the homie pull his strap | |
| I knew we dealin' with badge | |
| Up in the hoopdie, pop the trunk | |
| And started to blast... mad | |
| You know fools snatching cabbage and dough | |
| That' s how it is, dealin' with loc' s | |
| Fuck what you heard, act like you know | |
| Ain' t no witness, just tryin' to let you know | |
| Lay the fool, straight up, face down like fiveo | |
| Ride wit' six birds, this ain' t no joke | |
| The murder scene was a deal gone bad | |
| We popped the fools and took everything they had | |
| Now the only thing to do is get away | |
| Cops are on our ass, dude should I blast? | |
| Snatched the heat from under the seat | |
| Roll down the windows to let ' em have it | |
| Fuckin' with this bad mammajamit | |
| Yeah, I threw this shit in reverse | |
| Grab a nine, by my side | |
| Who ride? Bonnie Clyde, nigga... | |
| Thinking of a master plan x3: w adlibs | |
| Verse 3: YoYo Ice Cube | |
| Cube Run, run, run, from the ghetto pigeon | |
| It' s all mathematic, weavin' outa traffic | |
| That' s the shit I be hatin', when these fuckin' daton' s | |
| Get to IceSkating | |
| YoYo, back seat driving, shut the fuck up | |
| YoYo You shut the fuck up, learn how to drive | |
| Cube Ninetyninetyfive, Bonnie Clyde | |
| Wanted dead or alive | |
| Tryin' to jump out the LAPD | |
| Headin' up Century, fuck the Penatentiary | |
| Wanna get my shit, I' ma click it | |
| Knew the job was fucked up when I took it | |
| YoYo Shit is scandelous | |
| Ninetyfive, latest mobster | |
| Shit don' t stop, still bustin' out the coppers | |
| Nine in my lap, a fo' fo' when I ride | |
| Still bedin' corners, bout to hit the East side | |
| Straight whoridin', Bonnie Clyde ' n | |
| All the way live from the West side | |
| With plan B to perfect, have to do what' s next | |
| Hopped out that bitch with the quickness | |
| You know it' s all business | |
| Robbin', Stealin', Killin' and Wheelin' x4: w adlibs | |
| Take, take that Motherfuckers... | |
| Robbin'... Take that... Stealin'.. Take that... | |
| Robbin', Stealin'... Take that... | |
| Robbin', Stealin', Killin' and Wheelin' | |
| Always on the go cause this always nbsp??? |
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