|
Flesh-N-Bone - Havin' a Ball lyrics
Mm, mm, mm ... Yeah. Cleveland, better believe it, we stay thievin?every last evening, y?ll. Flesh-N-Bone, spreadin?my thug luv, havin?a ball. Workin?it on the side, I straddle my nuts. Puff on my green stuff, what did I look up and saw? All the police man chase me down, here come the end, fuck the law, y?ll. Nigga, Fifth Dog roll still. Spit with quickness in a nigga? grill with a pscychothic maniac, who fear? Run him over like a ton of steel, then peel they ass off the ground. Put him in a bodybag now. Damn, I am that I am, that hustla off the C-Town. And Cleveland, better believe it, we stay thievin?every last evening. I might retreat, but proceed with ease, and leavin?Cleveland all through the eardrum, bleeding. Then if you talk shit, when I puff on this hit, then i?a fix it. Better go get Trix for your kids, cause i? explicit. All my flavors mixed in the same pot at a thousand degrees hot. Now look what the hater done got caught up. Listen and everyone gossip ?out, ?lesh kicked his ass.? I? a hell of a nigga, but niggas, including you fools, enough to abuse. I pick up my tool I choose to use to cause you damage, let off my uuuuuzi. Hannibal Lectur, silence my lamb, kind of a slaughter movie. Now, who? the one draped in a grim reaper suit, you thought you knew me. Cleveland, better believe it, we stay thievin?every last evening, y?ll. Flesh-N-Bone, spreadin?my thug luv, havin?a ball. Yeah, East 99, eternally thugsta. How many down there gonna get with this shit? It? so wicked and off bound. Hittin?you with a level straight off the top. You better be able to hang, and when I get down, I swang. I? doin?my thang, no pain no gain, no pain, no thang. Fuck the fame. Gimme the green, God, how it makes me holla when I collect with a phat check, to the bank I jet. Quickly Flesh flash back to the session, finna get started. Gotta drop |
|
Last added lyrics |
---|
Confessions by Usher |
Big Dog Daddy by Toby Keith |
Getaway by Reef |
Kina by Kina |
Jimmy Roses by Jimmy Roses |