Baby. All of my money makin thugstas. (C'mon) Grab you a fine female, and report to the dance floor. Cause right about now, it's goin down. Mo Thug two double o' two (C'mon)..
-Layzie Bone-Chorus-
If ya came to get bucked with a thug, niggas wave your hands/ Shake that ass side to side, baby do that dance/ Cop a drank, light it up and go and pop that pill whatever floats your boat long as you keepin it real/ I came to party withcha, we came to get it crunk/ Just came to kick it wit'cha, and make this motherfucker jump!
-Layzie Bone-
Hey hoe, Little Lay know what it take to make ya shake that form quicker/ Get that ass on the floor I done warned you nigga/ From The Land all the way to California nigga/ Down to M.I.A., I'ma play all day in the A.T.L. I do the same as well/ Its all about the dollar I'll be stackin my mil/ Hittin the track and excel, cause I'm a cold playa yea yea/ (?) swerve T.Vs in the back while the music bump/ Say Bone in his zone, and they usually come/ I'ma give em what they need and I give em what they want/ Thats some of this thuggish ruggish, hard times on a hustlin cause I was born to shine/ I could do it like I do it cause the world is mine/ Thugged out no doubt and I love the grind/ I'ma thunderbolt, I'ma make ya choke when you see me strike through wit a hundred four/ Sellin guns and dope, tonsa coke and at the same time movin to the songs I wrote/ I'm wit a nation of niggas ready to mangle somebody tryna fuck up the party that we attendin/ Why'll the lames layed out in contusions/ I'm at the bar and nigga I'm still spendin/ Cuttin game on the real cause I'm true to this and I'm doin this everyday/ Its a good day nigga don't ruin this, thought I told yall; Lay don't play/ Save the shit for the streets I done told you Jack/ You must wanna get hit with a souljah smack/ While you wonder why I did a nigga, owed you that/ I'm a sho' react, so don't hold me back
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-Layzie Bone-
Let a nigga get up in ya, bounce to the rhythm/ Baby girl lookin good to me/ N I done had a side of liquor n she lookin way and thinkin/ Bring that ass on over to me/ If you rollin with me, you holdin the heat/ She cant come if she scared to ride dirty/ Have a little thug in ya heart if ya worthy/ We gunn' chill, drink the 1 Thirty/ Or maybe two, or mayeb three!/ No, we gunn' chill til they close the bar/ Plus I got hennesy still in the car/ Callin me the star, girl yous the star/ Cuz yous be a queen, my everythang, lady to hold my hand/ Damn that, that must the hennesy/ Little know off the rip, its a one night stand/ Runnin with gun-tight clan, on the graveyard shift/ Hard to hit, dont move ya army clique/ Start shit, real quick, cuz we heartless bitch/ Dont give a goddamn who the target is/ Thats all it is, aint no flaws in here/ Buncha thug needs on the paper chase, face to face, you gunn' love this ace/ On our mission, gettin money goin from place to place/ N if you love to hate, I'mma love to kill/ Fuckin doin TV n a record deal/ Let the record reflect, I'mma get me a meal/ Still gettin down for my thang for real/ Cuz...
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-Layzie Bone-
We got em jumpin jumpin/ We keep it leakin, they always into something/ You know these bitches freakin/ We got em jumpin jumpin/ We keep these bitches leakin/ You know these bitches freakin (In the city city/ If ya wanna get with me you gon feel it baby, in the city city/ If ya wanna get with me you gon feel me baby)