Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Come Go See Know, artist - Bizzy Bone. Album song The Midwest Cowboy, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.07.2006
Record label: Highball Entertainment
Song language: English
Come Go See Know |
And one for the love of the Lord |
Heavenly Father we need us a sword, sword, sword, sword, sword |
And one for the love of the Lord |
And one for the love of the Lord |
Heavenly Father we need us a sword, sword, sword, sword, sword |
(Get off me, get off me!) What, what, what? |
And where do we come, come, and where do we go, go |
Tell me what do we see (see) see, tell me what do you know (what, what?) |
And where do we come, come, and where do we go, go |
Tell me what do we see (see) see, tell me what do you know (what, what?) |
And one for the love of the Lord and Heavenly Father we need us a sword |
But we know no weapons are formed |
They’ll go up against us, we got us no sword |
And I’m ridin the midst of the war, money galore, gunning my gunny |
My sonny, and honey I’m feelin it raw, watchin it every step of the door |
Whatever you seen and you saw |
You should be shuttin your jaw, killin 'em y’all |
See that is the only thing I wanted to do, what I’m here for |
Remember you gotta be you, I gotta be me, we gotta be |
Forever together you’ll see, where most of them flee it’ll be B. B |
I gotta do me; |
what’chu expect, forgot that I come from the set? |
Wanna get wet and punched and how to get crunched |
You come and you get with the best |
Nevertheless, one of the blessed, some of the rest, comin to test |
Envious friends, we’re here for our enemies |
Never pretend to be rude I don’t even have to poke out my chest |
We up in the rep, the story is told but baby you don’t know the half |
Places I done been without sellin out |
It’ll make me cry until I laugh ('til I laugh) |
The higher power watches over me every day |
Every step of the way |
Now one in the house, yes, it’s one forever |
Now it’s time to move out, rough, rugged and clever |
Tragedy, bodies are flyin, spirits are cryin |
I am Bryon, here to rock it for planet Orion |
Deep, breathin and sighin, tryin to make it righteous |
With everything goin against us, why they still tryin to fight us? |
Brighter days for the titans of Christ, throwin the rice |
Prices is ice, cyanide, high in the light |
Elevations of plateau-able, still with the unknowable |
Showed up, for the show-able; |
still, I’m down to roll-able |
You know, ready to go, the posse of my people |
Meek, and still feeble, royal, and legal |
I’m feelin good baby, and makin love, it is phenomenal |
Don’t treat me like an animal, I’m not an honorable |
Get it poppin baby |
Now let me sit back, relax and let these rhythms teach you the facts |
As I massage yo' feet — you need somethin to eat? |
(woo) |
It’s Mr. Loverboy, with a pocket full of tender |
Baby, these are my sisters and brothers, we livin in splendor |
Remember me? |
It’s baby Bryon born in September |
I will never leave you momma, not never, ever, ever |
I mean forever, forever ever ever |
Through the winter and the dawn even of, stormy weather |
Jewelry, draped in the dawn, court cases adjourned |
Make, praises of joy to the Lord, poise boy |
I’m tellin them that I need some quiet to kill the fuckin noise |
These motherfuckers don’t know I need some oint-ment |
Thank you, thank you, thank you for tunin in |
Most definitely, thank you very very very much |
Praise God up in here; |
oh hey, sit down, have you a drink |
Y’understand what I’m sayin, get you a drink |
Lean back, let your toes rest |
Bizzy Bone the Midwest Cowboy, please believe me |
With no bullet-proof vest, it’s on and motherfuckin crackin baby |
Shouts out, to the family members |
Lil' Layzie Bone, in the motherfuckin house |
Krayzie Bone, in the motherfuckin house |
Wish Bone, in the motherfuckin house! |
Flesh-N-Bone, can’t wait 'til you get out nigga |
Can’t wait 'til you get out nigga, one time for they mind |
No evil, no weapons formed against us shall prosper |
Please trust and believe, one time for they mind |
Where do we go? |