文本歌词

Shotz To The Double Glock - Bone Thugs N Harmony (骨头恶棍与和声合唱团)
Ooooooooooooo killa
Ooooooooooooo killa
If you're down to glide and slide on the Clair then let's ride
Tony Tone roll with Bone on the dark side
But when you come just bring your guns witcha
If your a busta niggas gone have fun witcha
So ni**a don't get me wrong my niggas
Swang them thangs bang some brains
Slangin' yayo it all remains the same
Step and you'll catch some buck shots
Murder one on the Clair my glock glock
Mo thugs whats up ni**a get dropped
Put 'em in the mud pop and I can't stop now
Ni**a that I thug wit' kill
Pop to tha chest how does it feel
And ni**a we peel caps
Pap fit to get your wig cracked back
Killin' I'm buckin em down I wish ya would
Try to get some redrum b**ch
Ni**a don't test my hood
A first degree murderin' wig splitta grave digga
Diggin' a ditch puttin' a b**ch
And them snitches in the pit so don't f**k with
Them niggas off the 9 9
The foundation of niggas commitin' a crime is murderin' every time
Ni**a beware cuz here come the Clair
Mobbin' like them soldiers
Watch me fold ya
For actin' like somebody never told ya
So off we go to the bloody row
Tryin' to blood some souls with that nine shot
Givin' props to the double glock
Pump pump when I let my shell down
Hit a nick nack gimmee the goodies and ni**a me dash
Ya reach for the gauge and mash
Yell out 187 and blast
Ni**a don't test nuts your luck's f**ked
You feelin' up right for the bone yard
Thuggin' off with the graveyard shift
Then comin' up blow your whole card b**ch
Scandalous niggas dwellin' the Clair be servin' them chop chop's
We rippin' them guts with buck shotz pop pop
You better be ready for this thug style
Krayzie Layzie Bizzy Flesh with them wicked now
We straight up the glock glock
Well don't get your wig's split now
East 99 follow me down the strip as we trip to the darkside
Betta grab your pop niggas be
Trippin' and flippin' as soon they get out
187 you're caught in a murder
Niggas up to no good
Uh oh f**k no
They never could f**k with a thug ho
Pop pop givin up shotz to tha double glock glock
Pop pop givin up shotz to tha double glock glock
Pop pop givin up shotz to tha double glock glock
Pop pop givin up shotz to tha double glock glock
Nuthin but them killas straight up thuggas
Rippin bucks up bloody clothes
Gaugin' bloody watch this nickle trippin' shot and f**k 'em down
Buckin' them coppas down
Round after round after round
Bloody bodies badges spread out on the ground
Ain't no sound just them demons screamin' rest in peace
I guess you got ta suffer
Ready to pip hollow point tip got your wig split
They made your body
Once you hunt my victims on a mission
Flippin' livin' on a darker side
Creepin' on your homicide
Let my nuts and my gauge hang low now walk on by
Boogie Nikke's on a night ride
Thuggin through my thuggish a** hood at night with my pipe
Thuggin down the double glock
Tryin' to get my serve on
Watchin' my back while six-five try to roll on
But one to the suckas head and two up in his body
Now peep my creep I eat the reefer smoke all up inside me
We jumpin' up rough from the hood
We bailin' we thuggin' we lookin' like crooks
Could tell we be fatal ready to roll
Know we willing and able
Rollin' with Ruthless b**ch betta check my label
Murda dem never come again
When the scandalous niggas set up
Bloody ni**a trues be on my level
Eighty eight and ten five is the soldiers ghetto
Ni**a don't take the wrong turn
Or you will enter the hood and were spittin
So cover your dome
At a cut where the thugs and hustlas roam
Cleveland Browns
Dogg Pound hoes it's on
Let's begin in the mix of a Clair player
You're liable to get your wigs split and dumped in a ditch b**ch
Cause them thugs sendin' them slugs
Leavin' em off in the cut in a puddle of blood say what
Don't make me go in my trench
Ni**a ya got me bent
All f**ked up your luck's up you gotta get sent
To your gravesite as John Doe for f**kin wit those
It's them thugs runnin' amuck
On none but a slug all up in the territory
Never divide go nationwide with the buck buck
So where you at where you at
I'm strapped and ready ta snap n yank a ni**a's neck back
Puttin em Koolaid hats
In ta the graveyard
Pumped up betta get down
Thugs'll be glad ta tear around
Foe sombody gets f**ked
Ya still don't want some b**ch but what the muthaf**k I wanna
Wham ya wit a tec-9
Now b**ch press yo luck
Pop pop givin up shotz to tha double glock glock
Pop pop givin up shotz to tha double glock glock
Pop pop givin up shotz to tha double glock glock
Pop pop givin up shotz to tha double glock glock
Pop pop givin up shotz to tha double glock glock
Pop pop givin up shotz to tha double glock glock
Pop pop givin up shotz to tha double glock glock
Pop pop givin up shotz to tha double glock glock