Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bonus Flavor, artist - Twiztid. Date of issue: 31.03.2015
Song language: English
Bonus Flavor |
| Haha, re-re-remix, bitch! |
| (Throw me that fire!) |
| We creepin' in, too, baby! |
| (We got 5 on errything, man) |
| We got uhh, Lavel |
| (Shaggy!) |
| We got uhh, Twiztid! |
| (Monoxide, Madrox!) |
| Esham… |
| (ABK!) |
| Big Blaze and Violent J! |
| You say you got five on my tender? |
| You can bend her over the table |
| But be sure that you bring my stallion back to my stable |
| Say, bro? |
| No Elementary school-ground playin' |
| Not a five dollar bill, a five-double-zero, on the real feel |
| I’m stayin' on the level, stayin' mellow |
| No criticism from the fellows, hello! |
| Being keyed doing a high-speed, but still don’t tap the B.B.s |
| I’m busy, Lavel, you can’t see me |
| Like nyquil, I drop fever |
| So either put your five up, or you got to «leave it» like Beaver |
| Cause see a, niggy perpin broke’ll, smoke your spliff all day |
| Go home and buy drinky with his pretty then parlay |
| I got five on the Hennessey, Seagram’s, or 40's |
| Cause «this is how we do it» like Montel Jordan |
| I’m from Detroit city, Frank Nitty is a goner |
| I’m blowin' it up like Oklahoma |
| Put ya feev with my fin, and best believe we’ll bend |
| Mo corners than you thought, till something right is bought |
| Mo c-zacks? |
| Best believe that, tokin' |
| Where you from? |
| Oakland, I mean Detroit, smokin' |
| In attempts to crack the chest plate |
| The zips be so fluffy, the whole town loves me |
| At every event, I’m sacked up |
| So if ya need me, scream «ESHAM» when ya see me |
| I got five on it! |
| (Got it good!) |
| Grab your fo |
| (Let's get keyed) |
| I got five on it |
| (Messin with that endo weed) |
| I got five on it! |
| (Got it good!) |
| It’s got me stuck |
| (And I’m tore back!) |
| I got five on it |
| (Partna, let’s go half on a sack!) |
| Why you treat me so bad? |
| Grundy makes it happen |
| Fives get slapped, and revenue grows |
| From just a little bit of lightweight flamboastin' |
| Potent fumes lingerin', mighty clouds of northern lights |
| Disrespecting victim banning, and you’ll be violating my civil rights |
| I’m startin' to feel my skrilla |
| But perhaps today my skrilla ain’t feelin' me |
| For the simple fact that I’m off the track where |
| Hella fools be |
| Pockets empty, pitchin' five, man I’m dusted |
| Took off my hat, passed it around, now sprinkle me |
| Me and Blaze comin' fifth plus |
| Yo let the lead bust |
| Ready to do a murder, man |
| Perved off the Hurricane |
| Slurred again, witness what bein' off two-fifths equal |
| Me killin' people like Jason, facin' death every sequel |
| (Insane in the membrane!) |
| «Bring the Pain» like Method |
| Neglected |
| Smokin' kryptonite to the brain for breakfast |
| Guzzle the endo, finna do the evil that men do (?) |
| Give me feev I shall proceed to continue |
| Yeah, it’s been awhile since I spit it from the D-town |
| Fuck around, heard Paul and Jamie say |
| (Lemme get through ya shell) |
| Cause new styles is goin down, look around you |
| Twiztid and the Fam spread it all around you |
| I’m back to get my O on, I get my flow on |
| With thirty-five on it, yeah, I’m on it |
| Still bringin' satin for them drawers |
| Velvet for the mic, and got a pound for the cause |
| Rollin' up cannabis sativa |
| Hittin' the Mary Jane |
| Smokin' the five before it’s 12 o’clock, sippin on Hurricane |
| Ready to smoke on the endo, rolling up my window |
| Fin to go to the 'land |
| With a handful of broccoli, when it comes to the sticky |
| I’m the man |
| Kush nasty, I be hittin' the J so hard I hurl |
| Fall on the floor, finna have a stroke THC ain’t no joke |
| I got five on everything, lets get loaded and smoke |
| Cause ABK about to hit it and croak! |
| Aww, yeah, wassap baby? |
| It’s me, your boy with game that’s always tight |
| You a little short on some ends? |
| Don’t worry 'bout that, I’ll take care of that, I got five on that |
| I got you |