Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lovey, Dovey, artist - Bizzy Bone. Date of issue: 15.11.2010
Song language: English
Lovey, Dovey |
| Baby go get your money, you’re so lovey dovey |
| Concentrate on your paper, kick back, and sip bubbly (hey) |
| Don’t let 'em search you, only talk to God |
| In a mirage, duck the mEnage, and blahzay-blah (uhh, one time) |
| Baby go get your money, you’re so lovey dovey |
| Concentrate on your paper, kick back, and sip bubbly (hey) |
| Don’t let 'em search you, only talk to God |
| In a mirage, duck the mEnage, and blahzay well blahzay-blah (one time) |
| (Bizzy Bone) |
| Duckin the system and I’m wonderin if it’s physical |
| Baby I’m feelin the fury and the money and it’s still spiritual |
| Somebody tellin me why you hurtin me baby you hurtin yourself |
| Feelin the one I’m feelin the same, see you around the town passin me |
| Cause I’m a loner on the planet taken for granted |
| With only one body to manage, no knowledge I’m schizophrenic |
| Tellin me I should suck your johnson just to humble myself |
| Charles Bronson, strictly the victim, I’m comin in with stealth |
| Huh, who do you believe in? |
| I believe in God Almighty |
| The prophets, the saints and the angels, Michael and son righteously |
| Don’t ask me any questions after that, we ridin |
| Stack blame, bless Jacob the Jeweler, we not slidin |
| Bring work constantly, and get you 9 percent |
| And that’s for your own protection, what do ya mean I don’t pay rent? |
| So why should I have to suck it? |
| I’m so fuckin (Thuggish Ruggish) |
| I’d rather fill my mouth with sharp-ass teeth so we both can love it |
| Fuck it, I go celibate, celebration of elements |
| My sentiments exactly, and exact me through these tenements |
| Testimony been done, repentance bein taken care of |
| Nobody to care for me? |
| Well fuck it, I’m finna share love |
| (Bizzy Bone) |
| Rollin in a hoopty or a bucket, who gives a fuck |
| Listin to slow cuts, smokin weed, so what |
| And held up, I’m in a hold-up, Bizzy baby don’t fold up |
| And this is ain’t the way it’s supposed to be, I’m tellin ya, I told ya |
| Soldier, grown men callin theyself Jehovah |
| I only hope when they get judged that they was representin Jehovah |
| No adultery don’t ever roll over |
| Feelin the pain of a spiritual warrior wanted a platform to warn ya |
| Been scorned, ever since I was born, «America's Most Wanted» |
| John Walsh family in a trailer park in Oklahoma |
| You want it? |
| Yes I’m on it, B we on it fo' sho' |
| 'Member you want it you go get it, I’m wit it, admit it you know (yeah) |
| Ha (for the utmost) for the utmost baby, fo' sho' the tongue’s wicked |
| Pay attention to the water and the way that we kick it |
| Pray over the food (over the food) bless this meal |
| Bow down and kneel, and we never accept the seal |
| Or the number of the beast, I serve God, not mammy |
| Let me give you knowledge (one time for they mind) let me stop my ramblin |
| Or the number of the beast, I serve God, not mammy |
| Instead of me givin you extra knowledge, let me stop my ramblin |
| One time |
| (Bizzy Bone) |
| On that tropical, logical thinkin, E’s an impossible |
| Probable, beer in the bottle, I’m full throttle |
| Unstoppble, jealousies make 'em envy my words |
| So they can think of somethin heinous to do, when I’m on the curve |
| Smoke herb with my closest family members and friends |
| Bend corners in the Lambo while I’m stackin them ends |
| One for the dub and the real, together always |
| And if the end of the world comes and we call V |
| See the Lord’ll save his children, I love him, may I exalt him |
| Above the heavens and the Earth the creator is L’s calling |
| Ultra (Alpha and Omega), the father Jesus Christ |
| My everything I love you, you so right |
| Expressions of my heart, it gets painful to think |
| Baby why do you think — that I drink, that I drink, that I drink |
| Anything that you need if it’s possible, I’ll supply |
| I can help but I’m emotional and that’s why I cry |
| One time |