Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Clog Up Yo Mind, artist - Bone Thugs-N-Harmony. Album song The Art of War: World War 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.07.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Ruthless
Song language: English
Clog Up Yo Mind |
Now, I’m ah nigga ta keep ta myself, and don’t fuck wit' nobody |
I’m quiet, I’m thuggin'. |
Why are y’all so fast? |
Ain’t time ta take ta quicken put to derail my thugs |
Well I might be Krayzie, civilized, I cruize in my Mercedes |
as ah bye-bye, nigga feel tha Bone, now spray, hey |
especially foe tha police, man. |
I’m ah nigga wit' thugshit |
cause I’m runnin' wit' tha niggaz in tha hood and that’s how we play |
Wanna feel ah my spray-pump hit yo' chest, and finally realize |
who you’re fuck with, fuckin with them niggaz in Cleveland |
ya do whateva like he say |
Then flip again, in the Land, got tha upperhand |
cause I got tha gripping good delay |
If you niggaz can dash, wit' tha lethal mass |
and then pass wit' tha very blast |
It ain’t innocent, you should never been there |
in tha first place, fall, you got yo' curse today, hah |
Willin' die-hard nigga, wanna give up fakin |
nut devotion just do what you want |
So bitch, Krayzie Bone, real it now, and when did they lose? |
You’ll feel the vibe, nigga |
Killin cause I’m Krayzie, nigga, cause I got to get the money |
get the platinum fund to pay |
But I’m ah be ah thinkin bout my niggaz |
when I got ta do sum flippin', if ah nigga ain’t got my back |
Foe tha love of tha money, I keep spenidin' yo |
Just sum pap low shit, gotta let 'em hang low |
Swangin' lead from my 44 magnum though |
Wit' ah nuttin' indo smoke, when my thugs be sure, sure |
Hope ya know, I rip heartz, it’s on, jackin' move |
then ya betta figure again, and quit plottin |
Takin' over this everyday, stoppin' to tha tough |
Double Glock and it’s not forgotten |
Bitchez drop in Tha Clair |
It’s tha Bone Thugs, in this shit wit' Eazy E and we made it |
and ah nigga wanna hate me 'cause I’m famous |
I’d still leave 'em in tha streetz, you can’t blame us (lady luv) |
cause when they catch me without my heat, and I’m thuggin |
in tha streetz and I’m rollin |
Thuggin by the deadliest G’s, you can’t fuck wit us |
to the pressure out of pressure, I’m loadin, blow you up |
Y’all know we don’t worship sin, it’s tha heartz of men |
and we’d tested stress, wanna be blessed consists of tha sin |
in tha wayz of tha sin, to be dead. |
And I promised, that all tha soulz would last |
til the dayz of tha livez of tomorrow |
and if you’d follow, tha end of the world |
should ah come ah so soon, so I just follow, I know |
I know, hey, how ta get down foe my thang |
enemiez fold ya, lettin' me soulz, gonna catch ya |
flossin' all tha way |
Welcome to Tha Land, where all my chemicalz unfold |
it goez, around up in slow-mo |
Been tickin', and I land down to Newport |
I’m alone, yes, but I may not rest |
Police will see me silenced stressin |
Nigga was steppin' up in ah, when I catched them thievin |
and I got 'em and there, gotta learn their lesson |
Blastin', no more, no I’m not havin' it |
Breakin' apart foe neva my daddy |
Lil' Ripsta defeat go pathless, so I get crazy |
and I face now’s nasty blastin |
For tha Bone, For tha Bone, hit 'em up, and lesson up tha violence |
Screamin' on ah my murda mo, bullets get niggaz, let’s begin |
ah new riot, hittin, and buckin them down to tha pave |
Cause I’m in tha new sense of me grave |
Couldn’t you hataz, wouldn’t be saved, hate 'em |
Hate ta shook, and put ah pen up in dem |
Foe tha love of money makin' go crazy |
and Benjamin Franklin pleaze come save me |
Hit tha weed, and y’all in, rollin yo finga but spot ya |
Bam em, yam em, fiend foe tha greenm see everybody sweatin |
foe tha scenez, still in ah myst wit' tha clich |
an unpropable way of ah trial 'cause it’s tha funk, sing |
(Now give it to 'em) |
Ya, gotta sit back, smoke and choke, meditate, mental state |
wit' tha Bone, B-ONE. |
We steadily grieve on, givin' you what |
you need man, clone Bone, shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em |
let 'em know Bone in tha fukkin' war (no, no) |
you hataz make feellike, you wanna feel my motherfuckin 44 |
But I gotta stay clean, it’s cool, then unless he freein |
I’m mean sum cheeze, me and my niggaz, and this Mo' Thug, Mo' Thug |
cavalry, on tha streetz |
Ready ta ride, when it’s time ta ride, ready ta kill |
when it’s time ta kill, you gon' die, you' gon' die |
I’ve been tryin if you really wanna ride on down wit' Bone |
then come on, come on. |
If ya really wanna ride, get down |
but get stuff, but ya come on, come on |