Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Connectin’ The Plots , by - Layzie Bone. Song from the album The Bone Collection, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.01.2009
Record label: X-Ray
Song language: English
Connectin’ The Plots |
| We creep creep creep and we crawl crawl crawl |
| Ballin on all of y’all |
| Niggas heavy in the gaaaame |
| And we connectin the plots, and we connectin the plots |
| Move back homie — as I pump my Chevy up, mash and hit the gas |
| Fly my bandana up outta the window and left her ass on the smash |
| Maniac mission, dippin, screw-job intermission |
| You’re bangin for mine from the West to the East to the 9−9 |
| Bow down bustas ain’t no bannin me |
| Now I’m back, and I’ma walk on with Layzie and the Mo Thug Family |
| Dub-C, C-Dub rippin, trippin, click-click |
| I loaded the clip in with my eighty gauge twistin |
| Got you bitch niggas ticked and move and walk up outta the kitchen |
| Connect Gang and Mo Thugs, some real nigga collision |
| Rollin 'til the wheels fall off, pullin my penis |
| Throwin up the dub so much that I got atheritis in my fingers (Westside!) |
| Ride and rhyme, and get her high with illegal thai so |
| Peep this bread, y’all niggas don’t want no parts of the «Ghetto Heisman» |
| With them thangs in the dash, nigga we bang for the cash |
| Steadily aimin for that ass, burnin them thangs when I blast nigga! |
| Give me some room Dub |
| I’m fin' to swang on these niggas! |
| You see the connection when I be flexin |
| Nigga better move in the other direction |
| Choose your weapon and make a selection |
| Cause nigga we runnin you outta your section |
| Ain’t no question, who it be, little Layzie Bone and Dub-C |
| Nigga we ride with the gangsta gangsta niggas, Cube and Eazy-E, E |
| Better pump your fist and throw them dubs 'til they reach the sky |
| Puttin it down 'til the day I die, you know I take a eye for a eye |
| Smokin a lot to keep my mind steady, you niggas ain’t ready |
| For what I be bringin and ain’t none of my crimes petty |
| So nigga don’t test me |
| On the Westside I rides, in a lo-lo dippin them corners |
| From the double-Glock to Watts, this shit don’t stop in Killafornia |
| Nigga I’m a — world wide baller call me the international Thug |
| Makin it happen so nigga now what? |
| Nigga you know this nothin but love |
| But this — game that we play in it’s money, murder and mayhem |
| We got rules and we gotta obey them, got dues and we gots to pay them |
| Say them — niggas up the block, disrespectin your spot |
| Hit 'em up with a tec and Glock cause nigga we connectin the plots |
| Callin on them bangers, I’m gonna creep through all you haters |
| No matter what you’re thinkin, me and Layzie runnin the game |
| And off the chain and swangin, I come ready to blast |
| Clickin my pumps, smackin New Jack’s ass |
| Clippin doin leanest, my lo-lo's the cleanest |
| There’s no Cristal, just to toss canibal be legit to brain and |
| I’s jaded, the most hated, I can’t be faded |
| Dub-C and Layzie Bone the greatest, ni’a! |
| Burna and Dub you see ain’t none of you fake niggas gon' trouble me |
| You catch me in this century, gettin blew back off that bubbly |
| We them, street motherfuckers who got some, big motherfuckers |
| Playin for keeps motherfuckers, bringin the heat to you motherfuckers |
| Breakin y’all, team motherfuckers every time we speak to y’all cowards |
| Wettin you niggas down like showers, competition get devoured |
| Sendin flowers to your momma, bringin the drama be the shit |
| Bringin that Thuggsta Thuggsta Thuggsta Thuggsta gangsta shit |
| + (WC) |
| Tell 'em how it is big bruh |
| We ain’t holdin shit back («Thug By Nature», L-Burn) |
| That’s right (Dub-C the Ghetto Heisman) |
| I’m rollin with the Ghetto Heisman, y’all niggas ain’t ready for this |
| + (WC) |
| (L-Burn y’all) Shut these niggas down every time |
| Y’all can’t FUCK with my big brother Dub-C bitch! |
| (L-Burn y’all, L-Burn y’all, «Thug By Nature») |
| Uh-huh (y'all know what time it is) |
| Yeah, nigga, ha |