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