Paroles de Fa sho

Bizzy Bone

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Bizzy bone-intro-
Ya, lets have some fun with him. who's song is that? (yall know what your tlaking about?)(ya,uh) mob life. little bizzy bone, bone thugs n harmony. yes, 7th sign (i'm out). in full effect baby. (count off)

-bizzy bone-(chick)-chorus-
One for the money/ two for the show, oh no! (do you wanna ride for sho'?)/ and thanks to the rhythm you know i'm gangsta ghetto (ghetto), do you fo sho? (do you wanna ride for sho')/ one for the money/ two for the show, oh no! (do you wanna ride for sho'?)/ and thanks to the rhythm you know i'm gangsta ghetto(ghetto), do you fo sho? (do you wanna ride for sho')

-bizzy bone-
Havin a party god damn/ its another ghetto bash, its fast comin to bring em right at ya/ lives to the grapevines/ business type, nobody can break us/ got a little italian in me, but i'm not paper chasin/ gimme money like basketball players, and richer than casey layons with the heat, seeks the street damn my dead friends/ i hope that he said his prayers before he met his end, broke bread/ make a mends with your maker, i love my creator/ i never been a hater, my baby momma stole all my gators/ my face keep craters, but dog for real we still down/ you know that block keeps me still/ you got the scrilla, i got the scrilla/ you know the deal, if its on than its on/ flip the blunt, we go peel/ to the family, polish up the grammy and chill/ what do you know, papi chullo got a record deal (record deal)

-chorus-

-court dog-
Midwest representers, write that down, never go home/ we gettin' the money, i'm makin' the bids, we lay 'em down, so ruff so tuff/ we hittin' them corners and hittin them blocks and buy me some 25's/ none of you haters in case you ain't know its court dogg with 7th sign/ 7th sign soldiers, you hatin? it ain't kosher/ you roll or get rolled over/ layin' in that black trunk with a chaffer/ we criminals tryna be rapper, smash em (yes we is)/ so the question we gotta be askin' 'so would you wanna be holdin your pants? get my parlayed, thug passion' we leave the ladies grinnin from ear to ear/ with the back stretched from here to here/ heres some playas, its pretty its pretty/ its pretty clear, you dig?/ we leave them clearances/ you really wanna compare (?)/ what you think this is? the d boy, 7th sign choppin' trees, timber! and court dog, the long lost bone, nigga/ braids blowin' in the wind/ got nothin' but money to spend, sippin' henn/ runnin' it and let this free wheel spin

-chorus-

-chick-
Its court dogg and mob life/ and bizzy bone and 7th sign (gotta get up)/ its court dogg and mob life/ and bizzy bone and 7th sign (gotta get up)

-court dog-
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party, court dog' buyin' drinks for everybody/ i only kick with realist, guerillas, and dealers, can't fade the wannabe haters and sqealers/ i'm breakin' the figures and givin' it in, and time to deliver these heavy hitters; bone thugs n harmony, you with us/ 2 sic you d boy, you know they feel us/ the haters, they want me to stop but see, i can't/ when saw all my game, i told 'em me name and i'm laughin' all the way to the bank (ha ha) and you know it's fa' sho'

-chorus-

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