| Awwww shit, guess who just stepped in the club
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| Them niggas that don’t give a Thuggish Ruggish motherfuck
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| We come to party, some of my partners come to fuck it up
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| Scuff 'em, turn the fuckin music up
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| Get it crunk, nigga what, fill up on my niggas cup
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| Watch out for security cause we 'bout to blaze the dub up
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| Let’s +Smoke & Burn+, choke the herb
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| So come on ride the train, you should ride it
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| Make sure you bring your Mary Jane, and personal lighter
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| We keep that fire fire baby, baby
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| Krayzie faded, them blaze shit all day
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| When we rumble (uh-oh) we just like animals out the jungle
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| Make 'em fall, collapse, stumble and fumble just like drunk hoes
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| Biz' got the extra green and nicotine and Krayzie off that Syn
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| Me and Wish just got to the club, and man they better let us in
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| Cause we got cheese to spend, and I know they really don’t want no trouble
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| My heat get double double, or we cop it on a hustle
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| And it ain’t no party like a Bone Thug party
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| Cause a Bone Thug party get wild
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| Get foul in the crowd like do that what? |
| Do that shit right now
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| We the same damn niggas sellin llello, sippin 40's
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| Wearin khakis, with the Timbs on, motherfuckers know the story
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| We can’t leave rap alone, the game need us
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| Think you can handle us to beat us? |
| «Now c’mon Cleatus!»
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| Mess up that drank you drankin, puff on that weed you smokin
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| My niggas ain’t never jokin, and I came to get you open
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| Off this weed
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| Coke and Henny and I’m feelin irate
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| Wanna try me, pussy nigga die, we
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| Slide up in the club, ready collide, wanna get wildin
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| Highly intoxicated, fucked up that firey (nigga)
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| Dirty rotten, Glock in the pocket, please believe it
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| Watchin you niggas hold Jesus, what is the secret?
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| What is the reason? |
| Clutchin my metal trinkets
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| Wish bring the pain for these niggas, please believe it
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| I’ma drink, I’ma smoke, when I hit the club I’m in the back do'
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| Bringin no problems, but if you want 'em we can dance hoe
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| Higher, higher, put a little Henn' in that Cris'
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| It’ll make you righter, nicer, drunk as fuck but don’t get it twisted
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| I will light ya, fight ya, in the middle of the party
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| With a hundred thugs right by me, and you don’t wanna try me
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| What I got to lose? |
| And I’m mad as fuck comin out they shoes, move
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| Bring your own smoke, and your own drink, that’s Thug’s rules fool!
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| — repeat 2X |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wildin' , by - Bone Thugs-N-Harmony. Song from the album T.H.U.G.S., in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп