Don't be dumb, dumb, dumb/ Don't you believe it/ Say nigga, don't believe the hype, hype/ Don't be dumb, dumb, dumb/ Don't you believe it/ The game is a lame every time, every time/ Don't be dumb, dumb, dumb/ Don't you believe it/ Say nigga, don't believe the hype, hype/ Don't be dumb, dumb, dumb/ Don't you believe it/ The game is a lame every time, every time
-Krayzie Bone-Chorus-
Now, if you finna do some time and your woman says she be faithful/ Man, she tellin' a lie, she tellin' a lie, she tellin' a lie, she tellin' a lie/ And if he say it's gon' be different when he through servin' the sentence/ Girl, he tellin' a lie,he tellin' a lie, he tellin' a like, that nigga tellin' a lie/ Says she'll be home when you phone but she don't, why/ She tellin' a lie, she tellin' a lie, she tellin' a lie, she tellin' a lie/ He said "You're the only one" but nigga sing that same song/ He tellin' a lie, he tellin' a lie, he tellin' a lie, he tellin' a lie
-LaReece-
I never loved another like I loved you/ I tricked a million but I flipped the one who bugged you like Sharon Stone in Casino, playin' games and coppin' C Notes and takin' care of your dusty ass on the D Low/ And just to think of all the cash I passed cause of your ass, had the key to my pad and where I kept my stash/ You was a fuckin' bum, you couldn't make me cum, I had to use my finger when your lazy ass was done/ I was looney believin' all your pipe dreams, it's funny how life seems to take you by surprise when you mashin' for your cream/ This chicken called me, said you wasn't handlin' your biz/ Your baby mama? But you said you had no cheese
-Krayzie Bone-
So of course, before I went to court everything was G Double-O D, good/ Understood/ Now, I'm locked up by my nigga sayin' saw you in the hood/ Blowin' shit and dump on my block/ What the fuck, is you crazy? And now you say you pregnant/ Bitch, if this ain't my baby you'll see why Krayzie' name is Krayzie/My nigga done got the scoop/ How do you think you can ho the streets and it won't get back to me? But check it/ I know you're fuckin' that nigga that got that Burgondy Chevy truck and you're suckin' him up too/ Ha! Ho! By the time I get there you better have your shit out cause now I'm in the workhouse bitch (Oh) I'm bout to get out (yeah, I'm a get out) Don't ge t me caught up in your silly schemes/ But I'm sorry, the killas not my son/ It was fun but beat it Billy Jean
-Keef G-
I check the drama from my world and send in a few shares/ She ain't scared when I blow through the night air/ It seems intense, baby all on you in inscense/ A drink what she tempts, a picnic on the carpet/ Nothin' real fly just two sharin' some time/ Baby, don't say a word, put your hand in mine/ As I carress the beauty that God gave, don't hold back, let go, you my love slave/ Rock your mind, we about to blast as I sip your teet/ And we kicked over a lamp, what a tragedy/ Wild and free once all so did me I remember you well/ How you under my spell, well, I love to tell the tale/ When two are in love and we visit erotic sin/ My little Corvette had you screamin' like darling Nicky/ I wait, ready to shake 'em my baby maybe I'm playin it, she got business to handle, she ain't all in a nigga face/ My friends ain't a threat and our time has no alarm/ That's why I love what you stand for and what you standin' on "See you when you get back" You say "It's me and you right" It's a motherfuckin' s hame that I'm tellin' a lie
Recorded for the Krayzie Bone album Thug On Da Line