| We creep creep creep and we crawl crawl crawl
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| Ballin on all of y’all
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| Niggas heavy in the gaaaame
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| And we connectin the plots, and we connectin the plots
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| Move back homie — as I pump my Chevy up, mash and hit the gas
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| Fly my bandana up outta the window and left her ass on the smash
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| Maniac mission, dippin, screw-job intermission
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| You’re bangin for mine from the West to the East to the 9−9
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| Bow down bustas ain’t no bannin me
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| Now I’m back, and I’ma walk on with Layzie and the Mo Thug Family
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| Dub-C, C-Dub rippin, trippin, click-click
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| I loaded the clip in with my eighty gauge twistin
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| Got you bitch niggas ticked and move and walk up outta the kitchen
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| Connect Gang and Mo Thugs, some real nigga collision
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| Rollin 'til the wheels fall off, pullin my penis
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| Throwin up the dub so much that I got atheritis in my fingers (Westside!)
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| Ride and rhyme, and get her high with illegal thai so
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| Peep this bread, y’all niggas don’t want no parts of the «Ghetto Heisman»
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| With them thangs in the dash, nigga we bang for the cash
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| Steadily aimin for that ass, burnin them thangs when I blast nigga!
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| Give me some room Dub
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| I’m fin' to swang on these niggas!
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| You see the connection when I be flexin
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| Nigga better move in the other direction
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| Choose your weapon and make a selection
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| Cause nigga we runnin you outta your section
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| Ain’t no question, who it be, little Layzie Bone and Dub-C
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| Nigga we ride with the gangsta gangsta niggas, Cube and Eazy-E, E
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| Better pump your fist and throw them dubs 'til they reach the sky
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| Puttin it down 'til the day I die, you know I take a eye for a eye
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| Smokin a lot to keep my mind steady, you niggas ain’t ready
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| For what I be bringin and ain’t none of my crimes petty
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| So nigga don’t test me
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| On the Westside I rides, in a lo-lo dippin them corners
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| From the double-Glock to Watts, this shit don’t stop in Killafornia
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| Nigga I’m a — world wide baller call me the international Thug
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| Makin it happen so nigga now what? |
| Nigga you know this nothin but love
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| But this — game that we play in it’s money, murder and mayhem
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| We got rules and we gotta obey them, got dues and we gots to pay them
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| Say them — niggas up the block, disrespectin your spot
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| Hit 'em up with a tec and Glock cause nigga we connectin the plots
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| Callin on them bangers, I’m gonna creep through all you haters
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| No matter what you’re thinkin, me and Layzie runnin the game
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| And off the chain and swangin, I come ready to blast
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| Clickin my pumps, smackin New Jack’s ass
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| Clippin doin leanest, my lo-lo's the cleanest
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| There’s no Cristal, just to toss canibal be legit to brain and
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| I’s jaded, the most hated, I can’t be faded
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| Dub-C and Layzie Bone the greatest, ni’a!
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| Burna and Dub you see ain’t none of you fake niggas gon' trouble me
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| You catch me in this century, gettin blew back off that bubbly
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| We them, street motherfuckers who got some, big motherfuckers
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| Playin for keeps motherfuckers, bringin the heat to you motherfuckers
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| Breakin y’all, team motherfuckers every time we speak to y’all cowards
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| Wettin you niggas down like showers, competition get devoured
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| Sendin flowers to your momma, bringin the drama be the shit
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| Bringin that Thuggsta Thuggsta Thuggsta Thuggsta gangsta shit
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| + (WC)
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| Tell 'em how it is big bruh
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| We ain’t holdin shit back («Thug By Nature», L-Burn)
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| That’s right (Dub-C the Ghetto Heisman)
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| I’m rollin with the Ghetto Heisman, y’all niggas ain’t ready for this
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| + (WC)
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| (L-Burn y’all) Shut these niggas down every time
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| Y’all can’t FUCK with my big brother Dub-C bitch!
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| (L-Burn y’all, L-Burn y’all, «Thug By Nature»)
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| Uh-huh (y'all know what time it is)
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| Yeah, nigga, ha |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Connectin' The Plots , by - Layzie Bone. Song from the album It's Not A Game, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп