BB da Thug Lyrics
| Song | BB da Thug |
| Artist | Bizzy Bone |
| Album | Speaking in Tongues |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : McCane | |
| To the Lord's visionares, mm-mm-mm | |
| Dyin in the struggle (yeah) | |
| Rest In Peace, that's my | |
| A.K.A. nigga | |
| Y'all don't feel me[Bizzy Bone] | |
| See I was born in the womb, beatin down my mom's walls | |
| Now in the 90's you can find 'em makin a chronic call | |
| Definitely | |
| I need a blunt, come fill it up with some bud | |
| East double 99 for life, ain't none of y'all fuckin with us | |
| There I was with the | |
| Thugs, bustin and pullin out broke-ass guns | |
| Tryna bluff my way, hey, | |
| I pistol-whip on shit | |
| I'm still number one - runnin the clickand fuckin wit a, pump it on up in let the | |
| Regime get dumb | |
| Buckin wit a 55 chance, | |
| Bizzy off in your city | |
| Ready to dance with these itchy-ass, hands | |
| And Bizzy on the off-ramp just cause | |
| I'm thuggin | |
| Shit this music got me soft, tramps seein my cousins buggin | |
| But I don't give a fuck, | |
| I'm puffin onions, the ounces and | |
| Bizzy smile | |
| I made it and you hate it, that's the way the ball bounce | |
| I keep my gun and make the money and that's for my baby son | |
| What a creation in my life, | |
| I think he's a thug | |
| And there | |
| I was, fuckin with the | |
| Thuggsta Lay'with | |
| Flesh workin feedin the family in the | |
| C-L-E-V-E- | |
| L-ABetter believe indeed, | |
| I got somethin up under my sleeve | |
| Connected to the thieves, when it gets thoughtless grow some weed | |
| It's deja vu whenever | |
| I'm with you | |
| I could smoke on forever, ain't it true that | |
| I do?I can feel it inside, | |
| I can't explain how | |
| I feelRemember when my neighbor | |
| Linda let a nigga eat a meal | |
| Learn to fight off my back, on my own did he struggle | |
| In the 'Land on my hustle tryin to piece on out the puzzle | |
| Nobody knows when we'll die, it still maintain through the rough | |
| I be the first to give my life, my life - | |
| BB da thug |
| zuo qu : McCane | |
| To the Lord' s visionares, mmmmmm | |
| Dyin in the struggle yeah | |
| Rest In Peace, that' s my | |
| A. K. A. nigga | |
| Y' all don' t feel me Bizzy Bone | |
| See I was born in the womb, beatin down my mom' s walls | |
| Now in the 90' s you can find ' em makin a chronic call | |
| Definitely | |
| I need a blunt, come fill it up with some bud | |
| East double 99 for life, ain' t none of y' all fuckin with us | |
| There I was with the | |
| Thugs, bustin and pullin out brokeass guns | |
| Tryna bluff my way, hey, | |
| I pistolwhip on shit | |
| I' m still number one runnin the clickand fuckin wit a, pump it on up in let the | |
| Regime get dumb | |
| Buckin wit a 55 chance, | |
| Bizzy off in your city | |
| Ready to dance with these itchyass, hands | |
| And Bizzy on the offramp just cause | |
| I' m thuggin | |
| Shit this music got me soft, tramps seein my cousins buggin | |
| But I don' t give a fuck, | |
| I' m puffin onions, the ounces and | |
| Bizzy smile | |
| I made it and you hate it, that' s the way the ball bounce | |
| I keep my gun and make the money and that' s for my baby son | |
| What a creation in my life, | |
| I think he' s a thug | |
| And there | |
| I was, fuckin with the | |
| Thuggsta Lay' with | |
| Flesh workin feedin the family in the | |
| CLEVE | |
| LABetter believe indeed, | |
| I got somethin up under my sleeve | |
| Connected to the thieves, when it gets thoughtless grow some weed | |
| It' s deja vu whenever | |
| I' m with you | |
| I could smoke on forever, ain' t it true that | |
| I do? I can feel it inside, | |
| I can' t explain how | |
| I feelRemember when my neighbor | |
| Linda let a nigga eat a meal | |
| Learn to fight off my back, on my own did he struggle | |
| In the ' Land on my hustle tryin to piece on out the puzzle | |
| Nobody knows when we' ll die, it still maintain through the rough | |
| I be the first to give my life, my life | |
| BB da thug |
| zuò qǔ : McCane | |
| To the Lord' s visionares, mmmmmm | |
| Dyin in the struggle yeah | |
| Rest In Peace, that' s my | |
| A. K. A. nigga | |
| Y' all don' t feel me Bizzy Bone | |
| See I was born in the womb, beatin down my mom' s walls | |
| Now in the 90' s you can find ' em makin a chronic call | |
| Definitely | |
| I need a blunt, come fill it up with some bud | |
| East double 99 for life, ain' t none of y' all fuckin with us | |
| There I was with the | |
| Thugs, bustin and pullin out brokeass guns | |
| Tryna bluff my way, hey, | |
| I pistolwhip on shit | |
| I' m still number one runnin the clickand fuckin wit a, pump it on up in let the | |
| Regime get dumb | |
| Buckin wit a 55 chance, | |
| Bizzy off in your city | |
| Ready to dance with these itchyass, hands | |
| And Bizzy on the offramp just cause | |
| I' m thuggin | |
| Shit this music got me soft, tramps seein my cousins buggin | |
| But I don' t give a fuck, | |
| I' m puffin onions, the ounces and | |
| Bizzy smile | |
| I made it and you hate it, that' s the way the ball bounce | |
| I keep my gun and make the money and that' s for my baby son | |
| What a creation in my life, | |
| I think he' s a thug | |
| And there | |
| I was, fuckin with the | |
| Thuggsta Lay' with | |
| Flesh workin feedin the family in the | |
| CLEVE | |
| LABetter believe indeed, | |
| I got somethin up under my sleeve | |
| Connected to the thieves, when it gets thoughtless grow some weed | |
| It' s deja vu whenever | |
| I' m with you | |
| I could smoke on forever, ain' t it true that | |
| I do? I can feel it inside, | |
| I can' t explain how | |
| I feelRemember when my neighbor | |
| Linda let a nigga eat a meal | |
| Learn to fight off my back, on my own did he struggle | |
| In the ' Land on my hustle tryin to piece on out the puzzle | |
| Nobody knows when we' ll die, it still maintain through the rough | |
| I be the first to give my life, my life | |
| BB da thug |
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