Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Doin' It Wrong, artist - Bizzy Bone. Album song Midwest Cowboy & Trials and Tribulations, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.05.2015
Record label: Real Talk Entertainment
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 |