Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song C Land I.A. , by - Bone Thugs-N-Harmony. Release date: 03.12.2000
Song language: English
C Land I.A. |
| We still from good ol' Cleveland IA |
| We blast away, fuck scrapping, the original thugs |
| East 99 is where ya find me slangin' me llello daily |
| Oh, Cleveland is the city where we come from |
| Cleveland is the city where we come from |
| We’re still from good ol' Cleveland I. A |
| Livin & lastin |
| Blast away, fuck scrapping |
| Me and my militant minded thug-ass mothafuckin' niggas |
| Ya bitch-made mothafucka! |
| Let my niggas be niggas |
| Figure mutiny on the bounty |
| Ain’t no scrutiny, you know how to call when you in the county |
| Bitch. |
| Goony was half the craft just one of my stud-ies |
| You moody-ah, where your Luchi at? |
| I know where that poochy’s at, you boochie ass |
| Pretty boy, you was a fag |
| I think he a fuckin' whiteboy |
| I’m a motorcycle |
| I was born to ride pscycho |
| Baby, I’m even worse than before |
| Mom, can I call when I’m lost? |
| In a coffin of?? |
| hotsauce? |
| Finna fall in for sure. |
| Roach killas got money for thuggin' niggas |
| He don’t got no doja, and sho 'nuff ain’t got no scrilla |
| And sho' nuff he don’t got no scrilla told ya |
| Helplessly claim that I shorted you out |
| Voted you out, closed you out |
| Nigga, you know what this business about |
| Got my dick in your mouth |
| I got my dick in your mouth |
| These niggas better duck when I buck my tool |
| Nigga, break yo’self, just drop, don’t move |
| Nonetheless Flesh must unfold hot, hot Glocks |
| Drop, stalkin' gat fools |
| Ready to pap you if we have to, I do |
| Really don’t know what’s happenin' |
| Stack go thuggin' with the killas way back |
| Rollin' out, and our goal: to go tripple platinum |
| T’s, killas from off St. Clair |
| Then all hell’s fin to break loose. |
| If you declare war |
| I declare war, sendin' my troops, swoop through |
| In come nuclear warheads, slay |
| I’m sendin' it, yo, when I pull the trigger missles drop |
| Then I make your body move, dance hater |
| Y’all ain’t ready and steady thinkin' you fuck with the thugs |
| Oh damn, you niggas got tons of swift |
| Sharp like a double-edged machette |
| We rollin' out, heated heavily |
| Fifty calliburs and AKs |
| No love for the mothafuckin' po po |
| Kill 'em all and piss on they fuckin' grave |
| Cleveland, better believe it |
| We stay thievin' every last evening. |
| I’ma retreat |
| But proceed with ease |
| Leavin' 'em, Cleveland until they go home bleedin' |
| Me and hustlas down for the money |
| Murder and mayhem |
| Where them heartless thugs bail thru the wasteland |
| All this damn chronic concoct me out some hellafied Tonic |
| See, we be the honest, promise to bring the bomb shit |
| Blow you away, put it on my thugs |
| Put it on my thugs. |
| Yeah, yeah |