Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Evil Paradise, artist - Bone Thugs-N-Harmony. Album song The Art of War: World War 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.08.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Ruthless
Song language: English
Evil Paradise |
Life, life, life, life |
(What ya gonna do, what ya gonna do, what ya gonna do?) |
Or death, death, death, death Life, life, life, life |
(When murda, murda comez foe you, murda comez foe you) |
(murda comez foe you?) Or death, death, death, death? |
(Leave me alone) Ringaling, ah ling, me alone |
Ringaling, ah ling me alone |
(Leave me alone) Ringaling, ah ling, me alone |
Ringaling, ah ling me alone |
(Leave me alone) Feel tha thunder in tha sky |
We party overtime No more Evil Paradise We party overtime (x2) |
And this will belong in time, can ya feel tha painz of our life |
been in wined, and ya thought of dyin', my my my |
Have ya thought of dyin'? |
Let’s not visualize |
If you feel me! |
Then ya betta wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up If you feel me! |
Then ya betta get up, get up, get up, get up, get up Can you visualize your own pain, could ya imagine |
breathin’yo’last breath, I bet ya, ya can’t you don’t wanna stay |
Dear Lord, cannot stand, goin’to hell. |
It’s comin', yes it’s comin |
No look what we’ve done, what have we done? |
Amongst our sin, why here, we follow people for starez, don’t stare |
No mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy |
Evil is lurkin', lurkin', lurkin |
We can run but can’t escape tha beast, no Tickin’by that snake in tha grass, that snake in tha grass |
by that snake in tha grass. |
Better sticked, and missed his ass |
Fast blast, I leave my cash |
Cause my dayz of livin’broke is all in tha past |
So I gotta keep my mind up on my money, it’s survival of tha fittest |
could I. One of tha realest are ya dayz of drug dealin |
Like in '89, now it’s almost 1999, new Millennium |
Fuck the luck, cause they be gettin em Sendin’demonz str8 to hell, let them burn in Hades |
Worried enough, we called in jail, Lord bless our babies |
Lord pleaze bless our babies |
(Wish): Who it be, givin you that new shit ya love? |
Who it be, givin’you that new shit ya never heard of Clap yo’handz foe Bone everybody, clap yo’handz foe Bone everybody |
St. Clair we speak, we speak, wishing wishing… |
we’re takin’over, over |
Betta run with this shit, with this shit |
Or get road over, road over |
So we, puttin’it down for me Anybody wants to get, my mama trust the army, we deadly |
(Leave me alone) Ringaling, ah ling, me alone |
Ringaling, ah ling, me alone |
(Leave me alone) Ringaling, ah ling, me alone |
Ringaling, ah ling, me alone |
(Leave me alone) Feel tha thunder in tha sky |
We party overtime No more Evil Paradise We party overtime (x2) |
Life, life, life, life (What ya gonna do, what ya gonna do) |
(what ya gonna do?) Or death, death, death, death? |
Life, life, life, life (When murda, murda comez foe you) |
(murda comez foe you, murda come foe you?) |
Or death, death, death, death? |
(Leave me alone) |
Ringaling, ah ling, me alone. |
Ringaling, ah ling, me alone |
(Leave me alone) Ringaling, ah ling, me alone |
Ringaling, ah ling, me alone. |
(Leave me alone) |
Feel tha thunder in tha sky We party overtime |
No more Evil Paradise We party overtime (x2) |