Strange Lyrics

Strange lyrics

f/ Crime Boss, Mr. Mike



Ss..ss..uh..uh..smoke that

Uh..ss..ss..hit it

Ss..look bitch..bitch hit it uh



[Hook]

How many niggas wanna ride tonight, die tonight, survive tonight

How many niggas wanna ride tonight, die tonight, survive tonight

How many niggas wanna ride tonight, die tonight, survive tonight

How many niggas wanna ride tonight, die tonight, survive tonight



[Mr. Mike]

With Mr. Gun-Clapper blast, who got murder for that killer slash

Thug rapper, as these niggas begin to come after

Me in the middle of the night

Is it Mr. Mike or did I change my name to Victor

In the middle of the fight

Quiet, shh, on the set, light up ya blunts and cigarettes

The richer G's get, the bitcher these niggas

My picture gets painted like Leonardo de Vinci, fully of envy

Texas was the spot niggas got shot and fucked ya memories

Send me the flyest MC that's tryin' to see

And Suave come pound, they got hung, broke down to the highest degree

Well I be, the bitch wanna fuck Mike for free

Either slide me a G or get the fuck up out my ride see

My oozy weighs a ton, when you niggas see me run

Got game to fuck a nun, blame my gun

I leave you shakin' son of a bitch, I'm rich

I'm quick to hit chu' up (Nigga)

It's them strange motherfuckers that don't give a fuck



[Hook]



[Crime Boss]

I was born and brought up where these streets be the key

Erasin' suspicious and heartless niggas on the streets

Some live in poverty, even though a nigga be slangin' dope

And dodgin' the Feds cause them bastards want me broke

Back flashes of prison, for ninety days I'm doin' bad

No money for books so every day I'm livin' mad

Born to be tough through all these miseries and pain

Standin' strong through these struggles of this deadly game

Visions of body bags and my homies closed caskets

Illusions of prison and pistols pressures that I blastin'

I'm out to live with no time to play

I got the tendencies to kill in relentless ways

Straight up, cause life is a trick bitch, if you weep and reek

You stuck outta luck, seekin' for relief

Too much destruction, they claim we gotta make a change

So much trouble between each other cause ya ghetto life is strange



[Hook]



[Tela]

Philosophically, psychologically ya fixin' to be fucked

We goin' on this ride and ya bitch I'm gon' seduct

Nigga what, do I give a...

Ask the mound killer

Faces I remember they say dump him in the river

New Year's Eve 1999 nigga

Virtual reality, galaxy gettin' slicker

Me and Crime Boss and a nigga named Mister

Mike to a flight, had some glitz to deliver

Headed back to the Suave castle

I had to wrestle with this transvestite who had a dick like a lasso

In this castle was a midget with banana clippin'

Bootleg sniffin' or Mr. Mike'll fuckin' wicked

Ways infared waves hit his fuckin' chest

Blew his ass to bits, particles of green shit

It really goes to show ya that shit ain't changed

In year 2000 life still be strange



[Hook x3]