Bonnie And Clyde Ii Lyrics

Bonnie And Clyde Ii lyrics

f/ Ice Cube



(Ice Cube) Got me a down ass girl on my team

With an infa-red beam...



Verse 1 (Ice Cube)

There go the niggas I'm supposed to meet

We gon' do this, Yo Yo slide me the heat

Knew they was punks from my very first glance

Shakin' niggas hands, waitin' for a chance

Do you got the yey, what the motherfuckers say

Right this way

In they trunks, super ??? about six

Lookin' like bricks, do I got the chips?

Hell yaeh, in the back of my Elco

Can we rock wit' you, I said hell no

Yo Yo, see my fo'fo'? grab it

About to let these motherfuckers have it

Walk back with my strap, gas on my chest

Let me get a taste test

Tongue got numb, then I said Fuck That!

This a motherfuckin' jack...



Thinking of a master plan (repeat x3 w/ adlibs)



Verse 2 (Yo Yo)

I saw the homie pull his strap

I knew we dealin' with badge

Up in the hoopdie, pop the trunk

And started to blast... mad

You know fools snatching cabbage and dough

That's how it is, dealin' with loc's

Fuck what you heard, act like you know

Ain't no witness, just tryin' to let you know

Lay the fool, straight up, face down like five-o

Ride wit' six birds, this ain't no joke

The murder scene was a deal gone bad

We popped the fools and took everything they had

Now the only thing to do is get away

Cops are on our ass, dude should I blast?

Snatched the heat from under the seat

Roll down the windows to let 'em have it

Fuckin' with this bad mamma-jam-it

Yeah, I threw this shit in reverse

Grab a nine, by my side

Who ride? Bonnie & Clyde, nigga...



Thinking of a master plan (repeat x3 w/ adlibs)



Verse 3 (Yo Yo & Ice Cube)

(Cube) Run, run, run, from the ghetto pigeon

It's all mathematic, weavin' outa traffic

That's the shit I be hatin', when these fuckin' daton's

Get to Ice-Skating

Yo Yo, back seat driving, shut the fuck up

(Yo Yo) You shut the fuck up, learn how to drive

(Cube) Ninety-ninety-five, Bonnie & Clyde

Wanted dead or alive

Tryin' to jump out the LAPD

Headin' up Century, fuck the Penatentiary

Wanna get my shit, I'ma click it

Knew the job was fucked up when I took it

(Yo Yo) Shit is scandelous

Ninety-five, latest mobster

Shit don't stop, still bustin' out the coppers

Nine in my lap, a fo'fo' when I ride

Still bedin' corners, bout to hit the East side

Straight who-ridin', Bonnie & Clyde 'n

All the way live from the West side

With plan B to perfect, have to do what's next

Hopped out that bitch with the quickness

You know it's all business



Robbin', Stealin', Killin' and Wheelin' (repeat x4 w/ adlibs)



Take, take that Motherfuckers...

(Robbin'...) Take that... (Stealin'..) Take that...

(Robbin', Stealin'...) Take that...



Robbin', Stealin', Killin' and Wheelin'

Always on the go cause this --- always ???