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Tytuł: Ride the thugline

  • Wykonawca: Krayzie Bone
  • Wy¶wietleń: 234

  
   [Chorus]
  Thugline, Thugline, come Ride The Thugline
  All day (day), keep it real, keep it real, keep it real {4x}
  And all night (night), yeah, yeah, yeah
  
  [Verse 1]
  C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
  Wake up in the morning, glorious to see (what?)
  Then I hit the streets knowin that I got beef
  So since I got beef it make sense to pack the heat
  Ain't no debate be (?) publicly
  Yeah, I'm a rider call me R-K-C, ambassador, diplomet officially
  Ride with my team, the Thugline regime
  Evil side regulated, smash, crash, tell me food stamp this game dig us?
  Yeah, and tryin to be sneaky
  Askin everybody that think I know 'em for my number to beep me
  On my pager to beep me
  And I sense they negative energy
  Feelin like some gangsta, gangsta shit to me
  Don't matter where you go it's psycho my flight flown
  To the bottoms in Miami got off the plane like Rhinos
  Sweaty in this humidity, high
  My thugs, hit the club, scene it's crackin tonight
  Come on, what, what, said it's crackin tonight
  Come on, Thugline make it crack tonight
  Yeah huh-uh, huh-uh, come on, come on
  
  [Chorus]
  All day (day), keep it real, keep it real, keep it real {4x}
  And all night (night), yeah, yeah, yeah
  Thugline, Thugline, come Ride The Thugline
  
  [Verse 2]
  All night long we ain't goin to sleep
  Beat these motherfuckin streets with heats and break beats
  Make my way through the door, four rounds bar man
  My niggaz on one, he snuck a (?) can in
  The latest edition to some tight shit is spinnin
  Hey DJ, you workin with that equipment
  Proceed to stagger through the crowd, blowin one
  Ladies in abundance nigga seven to one
  Back of the straps, tattoos, holding some Hennessey
  I got my partner Krayzie Bone there go one for me
  I broke from the camp post tellin baby this and that
  She told me about herself she want to model and act
  I'm seeing other eyes, but I'm trying to lock this
  Who could really blame me about those ass and hips?
  She say she got some folks, Young Dre what the deal?
  Let's cut this night short take them back up the hill
  
  [Chorus]
  Thugline, Thugline, come Ride The Thugline {2x}
  All day (day), keep it real, keep it real, keep it real [4x}
  And all night (night), yeah, yeah, yeah
  
  [Verse 3]
  I gets a rush, thinkin bout the fools that we crush
  And my little locs is down to bust, and makin a fuss
  All up in my pockets they gangsta hatin on us
  First round that we (?) now we adding a plus
  Live just to die know you know itâ??s a must
  Silly niggaz tellin lies, fo' five make 'em hush
  Listen, just hear the bullets come when they spittin
  Y'all reppin just steppin, I'm only playin to win
  Got a pocket full of plenty niggaz splurgin on drink
  Thirty dollars in the tank a nigga reaking of dank
  Khaki suit full of dirt from a nigga puttin in work
  Can't understand a command niggaz, patrolin to turf
  Gotta get it while the water's hot and fill up your pot
  Hit the block with a rock with (?) make 'em (?)
  I level with a tickety tock, it don't stop
  And I'll be damned if they pull a nigga back on the block
  
  [Chorus]
  All day (day), keep it real, keep it real, keep it real {4x}
  And all night (night), yeah, yeah, yeah
  Thugline, Thugline, come Ride The Thugline
  
  [Verse 4]
  You might not recognize my flow, cuz it's me bustin at first
  Cause I can put styles inside my verses motherfuckers ain't heard yet
  But I won't battle MC's, but we do handle beef with these
  Competition to me means an enemy (get rid of 'em)
  Ask some of these niggaz past nothin but snakes in the grass
  Talkin bout we bit they mad cause they career was a fag
  You might been rappin doin it twistin, but that bullshit you're stressin
  Knowin exactly when you're fresh, you niggaz wreck shit
  Platinum? that ain't a thing for me, hit the studio make it happen
  Nigga that's because I'm real with this thug music
  We mash and wild in 2000, nigga no remorse
  What we be givin?
  Heat from the kitchen when fuckin with this shit
  Get with the Line, Thugline, the Line, Creepin' On Ah Come Up
  You know what?, this time around it's on when we blow up (tell 'em)
  Fakers, hate ya, later, y'a'll all die, nigga they all die
  They die, they die