| Oompa Loompa, dupity-doo
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| I’ve got the perfect puzzle for you
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| Oompa Loompa, dupity-dee
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| If you are wise you will listen to me
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| Bone, Bone, Bone (L-Burna, Strate Jacket, LeathaFace, Big Flesh-N-Bone)
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| Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone (Boo-Boo baby)
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| That’s right, Bone boys is back (yeah)
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| 2006, watch out nigga
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| I’m so good — y’all can’t duplicate me
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| I’m top secret, they wanna know my recipe
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| They love it — all over the world they see
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| All in the streets bumpin Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
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| We got 'em tuned in like CNN, the most watched, the most trusted
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| Guaranteed platinum hits, motherfuckers love it
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| How we destined to be addictive, I’m so sick with it like cancer
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| The greatest rappers alive, niggas ain’t got no answers
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| Or solutions for this movement dawg, we run right through 'em
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| Don’t mean to brag, but niggas mad cause we don’t come close to 'em
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| Got them 24's spinnin, off the sweat of my saliva
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| So much spit from the tongue, ain’t nobody liver
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| I got that fire, real thug life supplier
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| I’m takin flight baby, I can get you higher
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| I figured I warned you when I drop this year
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| «But it’s another rapper’s turn!» |
| Nigga not this year, hey!
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| But we ain’t trippin, we got love for the real
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| If you hatin on me dawg, I’ma go for your grill
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| Don’t try to battle cause we bustin them guns
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| I mean I’m second to none, that means I’m Number One
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| We got juice
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| In '93 we had these Cleveland niggas holdin they breath
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| Cause we was some young wild niggas droppin «Faces of Death»
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| Let me get to tracin my steps, now who woulda thought that we would blow?
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| Took a trip to California back in 1994
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| Before long, dropped the «Thuggish Ruggish Bone»
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| Nigga Eazy-motherfuckin-E was puttin me on
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| And they love it, love it, +Foe Tha Love of the Money+
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| Niggas was out here in they hustle mode, livin the thugsta story
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| In '96 other rappers couldn’t stand me
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| Because my family was bringin home the Grammy
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| Thugged-out niggas from the St. Clair area
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| Still up in yo' hood, niggas never been scared of ya
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| Beware of the, way them Bone Thug niggas tear it up
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| Darin ya to ever try to step or try to compare to us
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| Never that, Lil' Layzie way too clever, Jack
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| I’m goin diamond, y’all wood like a lumberjack
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| Tell the DJ play the music, put the needle on the record
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| Been a while since I checked in, niggas still respectin
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| My mind recollectin, let me do some bill collectin
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| Put it down so it ain’t no question, me and my dawgs is blessed man
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| Testin testin, one-two one-two
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| I’ma give you what you want, nigga what you gon' do?
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| I’m on cue, stay ready, I ain’t got to get ready
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| Lyrics heated heavy, all the time deadly
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| Bet me, if you got the balls of steel
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| I look a nigga up and down like, «Is you for real?»
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| Better chill with the tough act, I know where the thugs at
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| Real niggas bust back, tell me how you love that
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| Oompa Loompa, dupity-doo
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| I’ve got the perfect puzzle for you
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| Oompa Loompa, dupity-dee
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| If you are wise you will listen to me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Recipe , by - Layzie Bone. Song from the album The Collection Street Edition, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп