Havin` A Ball Lyrics
Mm, mm, mm ... Yeah.
Cleveland, better believe it, we stay thievin?every last evening, y抋ll.
Flesh-N-Bone, spreadin?my thug luv, havin?a ball.
Workin?it on the side, I straddle my nuts. Puff on my green stuff, what did I
look up and saw? All the police man chase me down, here come the end, fuck the
law, y抋ll. Nigga, Fifth Dog roll still. Spit with quickness in a
nigga抯 grill with a pscychothic maniac, who fear? Run him over like a ton
of steel, then peel they ass off the ground. Put him in a bodybag now. Damn, I
am that I am, that hustla off the C-Town. And Cleveland, better believe it, we
stay thievin?every last evening.
I might retreat, but proceed with ease, and leavin?Cleveland all through the
eardrum, bleeding. Then if you talk shit, when I puff on this hit, then
i抦a fix it. Better go get Trix for your kids, cause i抦 explicit. All
my flavors mixed in the same pot at a thousand degrees hot. Now look what the
hater done got caught up. Listen and everyone gossip æ…´out, æ?Šlesh
kicked his ass.? I抦 a hell of a nigga, but niggas, including you fools,
enough to abuse. I pick up my tool I choose to use to cause you damage, let off
my uuuuuzi. Hannibal Lectur, silence my lamb, kind of a slaughter movie. Now,
who抯 the one draped in a grim reaper suit, you thought you knew me.
Cleveland, better believe it, we stay thievin?every last evening, y抋ll.
Flesh-N-Bone, spreadin?my thug luv, havin?a ball.
Yeah, East 99, eternally thugsta. How many down there gonna get with this shit?
It抯 so wicked and off bound. Hittin?you with a level straight off the top.
You better be able to hang, and when I get down, I swang. I抦 doin?my
thang, no pain no gain, no pain, no thang. Fuck the fame. Gimme the green, God,
how it makes me holla when I collect with a phat check, to the bank I jet.
Quickly Flesh flash back to the session, finna get started. Gotta drop P抸
to my city, lovin?my city, the land of the heartless.
Don抰 start shit, even if you was to try some shit, then you抮e gonna
rectify wig splitters comin?to split your wig and diggin?his grave, oh my! All
you playa haters gonna catch vapors when I greet ya now. Who wanna do creep
now, when I let loose, we street sweep ya. Comin?up out ya, nigga, this thugsta
thievin? i抦 still the man. Buckin?these niggas, cannon cocked in hand.
Swarm, and stormin?through lands. Mentality devil, straight hardcore. Then, of
course, gotta keep it real. I gotta pop my steal, then if I peeled your cap
back it was my will.
Cleveland, better believe it, we stay thievin?every last evening, y抋ll.
Flesh-N-Bone, spreadin?my thug luv, havin?a ball.
Run æ…¹m over like a bulldozer. The reason I brang when I crept and I came.
Easily tame niggas who thought they could hang, now beat æ…¹m with bats and
chains. Nigga, my name remain insane whenever i抦 havin?a ball. Cleveland,
we stay thievin? even if I was to come to your town, y抋ll get with the
Fifth Dog. Just let me know what you request and i抣l do my best to
retrieve. Back in the day on the block, when I sold the chop chop, yell at the
fiends, æ?šo, what you need??Kakhi suites, stompin?in high-tech boots, and
skullies and briads, my motto.
I gotta thug, cuz, I want a buzz, now gimme the forty ounce bottle. Them hoes
all over my bottom, I tried to sweep æ…¹m off with the broom, but your lady
sucked on my nuts so hard, sometimes I have to use a vacuum. Remember the
gangsta, gangsta, nigga, the day we got thugsta, thugsta, then if your ass a
pranksta, pranksta, then his whole ass got shanked the fuck up. Whenever you
hear my grown folks talkin? you better close your mouth. Then if you was to
interupt me while I was spittin?game, i抦 knockin?your teeth out. Pimp
smackin?these hoes like G-oldie. Pap, pap. Trick, still let me tell you
somethin? cuz, if you ain抰 down with the clique, start shit, and i抦
dumpin?slugs.
Cleveland, better believe it, we stay thievin?every last evening, y抋ll.
Flesh-N-Bone, spreadin?my thug luv, havin?a ball.
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