paroles de chanson Gone - Bizzy Bone

Walk This Way,Talk This Way
Ain't nothing for my crew
That I won't do

Riding on the freeway
Rolling in that Six Deuce

On some Bombbay
Yeah we drink that shit too

Yes we got that wolf pack
Backwoods with the best
Weed in it ain't no seeds in it

Walk This Way,Talk This Way
Ain't nothing for my crew
That I won't do

Riding on the freeway
Rolling in that Six Deuce

On some Bombbay
Yeah we drink that shit too

Yes we got that wolf pack
Backwoods with the best
Weed in it ain't no seeds in it

Everytime I roll through
You know what I go to

Sitting on my Six Deuce
Yeah that shit's the pimp juice

Twizzy on his shit too
Everytime I'm up I throw

Some cheese in it, breathe in it
Make sure ain't no seeds in it

We roll it up, light it, fold it up
And you can get it

Man that weapon looking perfect
But the niggas inside are lifted yeah

Where the players are real
Niggas for assistance
Introduce you to my new flow
Weed's back

Walk This Way,Talk This Way
Ain't nothing for my crew
That I won't do

Riding on the freeway
Rolling in that Six Deuce

On some Bombbay
Yeah we drink that shit too

Yes we got that wolf pack
Backwoods with the best
Weed in it ain't no seeds in it

Walk This Way,Talk This Way
Ain't nothing for my crew
That I won't do

Keep on walking and talking and I'm Hawking angels in the dark

Wake up, without a spark
Sparks up the fire starts to crackle

Attacks of the track like blah
Spack of the slack to the
Back of the studio

Now give me a stack for
Eric Stack stacking vocals exactly

Move to the rap game, rapping
I'm Eazy's rabbit but it passed me

Tortuous ways of extortion and that Piece
I'm beasting for ever more
I'm on my cheech

I'm beasting on the floor, keep a cypher on my streets

My niggas love to pour, out they soul and they my peeps

For keeping me informed, on my publishing so sweet

I couldn't get it more, It's how everyone else thinks

I could've hated more, your so bad I just not chic

I couldn't m? ore, OK trigger please don't speak

Little baby it's all good, you can walk up on anything

Cause we gon' keep it hood,
To the one that's on everything
Bang, bang, bang, bang

I'm the pride of your granny Pearl
I reside and a fan of Earl the symmetry of
My world and my life is constantly twirling
High enough to be social, zone out wit' a glass of Bourbon
I'm pearling, swerving on the freeway, purposely, close curtain
Most certainly, keep the purple, and liquor when I'm hurting
Get money my nigga let's get it, don't drop it?
Bling bling nigga?
Ding ding in the ring it's crazy
Seen things that'll make you hate me
Get money get money have babies
And I have a few Redbulls when I get too faded
And I'm on my 1's and 2's when I get too jaded
And if you knew dude just waiting having fun
Have enough 'fore we blow out
Get you dumb
Make you really wanna go and just
Smoke someone, choke someone, poke someone
Some of us get a bottle, drink and throw up some
You don't know your problems 'til you chalk it up and grow up some
Hold up son, slow your roll and blow it up
You should show us some
In the mean time I be folding something