Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Doin It Wrong, artist - Bizzy Bone. Date of issue: 22.11.2010
Song language: English
Doin It Wrong |
| Yeah, ha ha ha |
| Yeah tell 'em what time it is |
| Bone Bone Bone Bone — it’s Playalitical (it's Playalitical) |
| And Bizzy Bone Bone Bone Bone Bone Bone |
| + (Bizzy Bone) |
| They try to bang in the club |
| But they doin it wrong (it wrooooong) |
| They try to get gangsta with it |
| But they just don’t know (don't know, don’t know, they don’t know) |
| They try to get gutter on record |
| But that shit ain’t raw (ain't raw, ain’t raw, ain’t raw) |
| It’s Playalitical and Bizzy Bone |
| And this here gon' blow (Bone Bone B-Bone Bone B-Bone Bone) |
| We got 'em mad at us, but these bitches they should be glad for us |
| When I’m up in the forest with Goldilocks, eatin they porridge |
| Rockin that funky joint, drinkin Villa Maria |
| New Zealand save Yan Blanc, my mama mia |
| It’s so many people in the world and then within the planet |
| Taken for granted and they lost up in they circle, damn it |
| One chance for unconditional love and it’s real |
| I ain’t poppin no pills, I’m just clockin the mil’s |
| Walkin in Eden as we passin them heavenly trees |
| Tell them my name is Bryon, it’s my lady she Eve |
| Do you believe, well it’s awfully good cause we got God |
| Aiyyo bless Joe, as I get on my job |
| Still rockin, and yes we’re solid as a rock, ya |
| Passin that sticky-icky to Bizzy, praisin Allah |
| That’s God, in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit |
| The beginning of wisdom is to fear it |
| If they had a pageant for hustlers I’d be wrapped in a ribbon |
| You can’t pull my card boy, I’m street capitalism |
| At his peak turned into rap from maximum livin |
| C’mon mami, do somethin on my lap to the rhythm |
| I’m a suitcase exchanger, transaction arranger |
| Forklift breaker, these crates is gettin heavier |
| I don’t gotta touch ya, see you or do one thing to ya |
| Knowin my status alone’ll shake ya labia |
| Playalitical! |
| And I’m known to make the beats man |
| Shoot, keep bouncin like that and you gon' get a beat rash |
| Cocaine white, suit on and my piece match |
| Plus my keys match, see I don’t need ask |
| You with me now, this by far is a blessing |
| When we get to the car you should start undressing |
| You dance the way you do waitin for someone impressing |
| And I’m right behind you, check one-two, testing |
| Why they lookin sad at us, what’s wrong, they should be glad for us |
| While I’m walkin in the forest, we’re gonna go a long way |
| Like in the chorus, phosphorus, smoke in the mirrors |
| And the picture’s clearer, one God, always superior |
| Feelin us, one time, we in the studi-udi |
| Gettin it groovy, 70's style like moody-oody |
| Roll with a uzi, never readin how to use it |
| Make my money, smokin weed and drinkin liquor, sangin music |
| Hey, never abuse it, the consequences are serious |
| Just like my homie in Columbus, it’s mysterious |
| Curiosity, it’s comin in so ferocious |
| Expialidocious, deeper, with a psychosis — what? |
| Still rockin, and we’re solid as a rock, ya |
| Passin that sticky-icky to Bizzy, praisin Allah |
| That’s God, in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit |
| The beginning of wisdom is to fear it; |
| one time |