Bone Thugs-N-Harmony - Thuggish Ruggish Bone (feat. Shatasha Williams) | Текст песни

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• Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
• Thuggish Ruggish Bone (feat. Shatasha Williams)

[Intro]
We're not against rap
We're not against rappers
But we are against those thugs (thugs thugs)

[Hook]
It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone [x4]

[Verse 1 - Layzie Bone]
You're feelin' the strength of the rump
Step up, hear the funk of the jump that the thugstas feel
Just be thuggin', straight buzzin', lovin' your peoples cause we so real
Chill, better bring your weapon when steppin', bring on that ammunition
Trip and don't slip, not to mention, never knew no competition
But I gotta get mine, so scream out "mo'!" and let me hear ya holla
Not about that mighty dollar, roll with the Bone, Mo' Thugs will follow
Chain gang remaining the same, flaming my dank and drinking brew
Thinking about hanging, clocking my bank, and thuggin' trues, foo's

[Hook]
It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone [x4]

[Verse 2 - Wish Bone]
Get ready for the Bone and the Mo' Thug, bustas, you know me as a hustla
Try to creep and get deep, Maybe 6 feet, peep, gotta put them under
Straitjackets, gotta make that money, man, it's still the same now
Bailin' in my black trench vest, you gotta be down to bang-bang
Come and get this, teaching you soldiers how thugstas must stack
Me drinkin' me brew 'till me skull crack wig blew all the way back

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Krayzie Bone]
Now follow me now, roll, stroll off deep in the land
Well, creep if you can, take another swig to the brain (whoa)
Loc'in, steady chokin' off that potent smoke
And running from the po-po now
Gotta get up with me thugstas, right? Turn to the Double Glock
Pull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas, puff, puff puff to the brain, shot
Love P.O.D.ed and tweeded, gotta get another case for my trunk
Olde English, really don't need it, but in case my trues wanna get drunk
They pump Bone, so leave 'em alone you don't wanna get shut down
Thug runnin' the nine-quad and you better believe they be wanting this thug style
So what now? see the Bone Thug claim, Thug never gonna change, so flame up
Sit back and just smoke the same cut, leatherface on the creep, I came up

[Hook]

[Verse 4 - Bizzy Bone]
Gotta give it on up to the Glock-Glock, pop-pop, better drop when them buckshot blow
The Bone in me never no hole, so no creepin' up outta the Ziplock
So Sin: sip gin, and Lil Mo Hart: run up, nut up and flipped in
Then slipped the clip in, mistakin' the bloody victims
Ever if you test, nuts to the chest and put 'em to rest, but I won't test bucks
Put a hole up into me vest and gotta get through my soul, but they won't budge
Mud, drug me victim, the blood in me running my mental
The thug in me stuck in me keeping it simple, the bud in me runnin me pencil, so
To the temple, buck when you duck to the thuggish ruggish T's
St. Clare P's to appeal to the G's and a buck to all my enemies