Song | Hi-D-Ho |
Artist | Krayzie Bone |
Album | Gemini: Good vs. Evil |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Henderson, Hutton | |
Yo. I like that. Turn that up some. Oh yea. It's like | |
it's like, it's like, it's like, it's like, it's like | |
it's like, it's like, it's like | |
Who be the realest, the illest, most chillest nigga | |
that could ride any rhythm in here? | |
That gotta be Krayzie Jackson blazing at 'cha, doing | |
ya right in ya ear, so clear | |
Spitting verses that come thirsty for more, so I split | |
'em, serve 'em, twirl 'em right from the door | |
Now look who's back on the scene, the lyrical genius Krayzie | |
Style after style, I got down and get wild, like I'm | |
drowning a bottle of Gin, I got to | |
So a speech is slurring, and I see a blurry vision | |
nigga, you 'bout to get it, watch out | |
Where the gangstas at? Where the ballers at? Where the | |
brawlers at? Where my dogs is at? | |
where them niggaz that don't give a fuck about | |
nothing, motherfuck 'em, buck 'em and all of that | |
Keep it thuggish ruggish baby, baby, baby, put up the | |
dough if you think you can fade this, Bone, Bone | |
Bone, Bone, Bone | |
I am what I am as a thug in the Land | |
Never run and I stand with a gun in my hand | |
If you want it, come get it, we got it, this beef | |
inside, we ready, come bring it, come on | |
Y'all better get outta my way, it's Kray, Leatherface | |
in the place, finna blow up just like a grenade | |
Give me pay nigga, don't try to play with my paper | |
this year cause I swear I'm gonna act like my name | |
Got a gauge and K that'll blaze in the same | |
Ya don't really wanna play with me man | |
But I'ma be ready on any day, y'all just be ready for plenty pay | |
I bet 'cha I fade any sucka as soon as it pop | |
Making 'em drop, shaking the spot | |
One simple shot and they feel the shit done with, plus | |
I got something for them niggaz that come with | |
Run quick when my gun spit, and I bust this out in | |
public, on some thug shit, who the thug bitch? That'll | |
be T-H-U-G-L-I-N-E and yes, we be | |
They wanna be like, they wanna roll like them | |
original, lyrical, miracle, critical killers for real for real | |
Chokie, chokie, choke, choke, Krayzie Jackson blazing | |
at 'cha, choke, choke, choke, choke.. | |
Choke, choke, choke, choke, that gotta be Krayzie | |
Jackson blazing at 'cha, choke, choke, choke, choke.. | |
[3X] | |
Yea, yea, yea, yea, choke, choke, choke, choke | |
chokie, chokie, choke, choke, choke.. | |
Nothing you can say can help you get away from my | |
eyes, from my eyes, chokie, chokie, choke, choke | |
choke.. | |
Nothing you can do can truly keep you from my eyes | |
from my eyes, chokie, chokie, choke, choke, choke.. | |
Chokie, chokie, choke, choke, choke.. |
zuo qu : Henderson, Hutton | |
Yo. I like that. Turn that up some. Oh yea. It' s like | |
it' s like, it' s like, it' s like, it' s like, it' s like | |
it' s like, it' s like, it' s like | |
Who be the realest, the illest, most chillest nigga | |
that could ride any rhythm in here? | |
That gotta be Krayzie Jackson blazing at ' cha, doing | |
ya right in ya ear, so clear | |
Spitting verses that come thirsty for more, so I split | |
' em, serve ' em, twirl ' em right from the door | |
Now look who' s back on the scene, the lyrical genius Krayzie | |
Style after style, I got down and get wild, like I' m | |
drowning a bottle of Gin, I got to | |
So a speech is slurring, and I see a blurry vision | |
nigga, you ' bout to get it, watch out | |
Where the gangstas at? Where the ballers at? Where the | |
brawlers at? Where my dogs is at? | |
where them niggaz that don' t give a fuck about | |
nothing, motherfuck ' em, buck ' em and all of that | |
Keep it thuggish ruggish baby, baby, baby, put up the | |
dough if you think you can fade this, Bone, Bone | |
Bone, Bone, Bone | |
I am what I am as a thug in the Land | |
Never run and I stand with a gun in my hand | |
If you want it, come get it, we got it, this beef | |
inside, we ready, come bring it, come on | |
Y' all better get outta my way, it' s Kray, Leatherface | |
in the place, finna blow up just like a grenade | |
Give me pay nigga, don' t try to play with my paper | |
this year cause I swear I' m gonna act like my name | |
Got a gauge and K that' ll blaze in the same | |
Ya don' t really wanna play with me man | |
But I' ma be ready on any day, y' all just be ready for plenty pay | |
I bet ' cha I fade any sucka as soon as it pop | |
Making ' em drop, shaking the spot | |
One simple shot and they feel the shit done with, plus | |
I got something for them niggaz that come with | |
Run quick when my gun spit, and I bust this out in | |
public, on some thug shit, who the thug bitch? That' ll | |
be THUGLINE and yes, we be | |
They wanna be like, they wanna roll like them | |
original, lyrical, miracle, critical killers for real for real | |
Chokie, chokie, choke, choke, Krayzie Jackson blazing | |
at ' cha, choke, choke, choke, choke.. | |
Choke, choke, choke, choke, that gotta be Krayzie | |
Jackson blazing at ' cha, choke, choke, choke, choke.. | |
[3X] | |
Yea, yea, yea, yea, choke, choke, choke, choke | |
chokie, chokie, choke, choke, choke.. | |
Nothing you can say can help you get away from my | |
eyes, from my eyes, chokie, chokie, choke, choke | |
choke.. | |
Nothing you can do can truly keep you from my eyes | |
from my eyes, chokie, chokie, choke, choke, choke.. | |
Chokie, chokie, choke, choke, choke.. |
zuò qǔ : Henderson, Hutton | |
Yo. I like that. Turn that up some. Oh yea. It' s like | |
it' s like, it' s like, it' s like, it' s like, it' s like | |
it' s like, it' s like, it' s like | |
Who be the realest, the illest, most chillest nigga | |
that could ride any rhythm in here? | |
That gotta be Krayzie Jackson blazing at ' cha, doing | |
ya right in ya ear, so clear | |
Spitting verses that come thirsty for more, so I split | |
' em, serve ' em, twirl ' em right from the door | |
Now look who' s back on the scene, the lyrical genius Krayzie | |
Style after style, I got down and get wild, like I' m | |
drowning a bottle of Gin, I got to | |
So a speech is slurring, and I see a blurry vision | |
nigga, you ' bout to get it, watch out | |
Where the gangstas at? Where the ballers at? Where the | |
brawlers at? Where my dogs is at? | |
where them niggaz that don' t give a fuck about | |
nothing, motherfuck ' em, buck ' em and all of that | |
Keep it thuggish ruggish baby, baby, baby, put up the | |
dough if you think you can fade this, Bone, Bone | |
Bone, Bone, Bone | |
I am what I am as a thug in the Land | |
Never run and I stand with a gun in my hand | |
If you want it, come get it, we got it, this beef | |
inside, we ready, come bring it, come on | |
Y' all better get outta my way, it' s Kray, Leatherface | |
in the place, finna blow up just like a grenade | |
Give me pay nigga, don' t try to play with my paper | |
this year cause I swear I' m gonna act like my name | |
Got a gauge and K that' ll blaze in the same | |
Ya don' t really wanna play with me man | |
But I' ma be ready on any day, y' all just be ready for plenty pay | |
I bet ' cha I fade any sucka as soon as it pop | |
Making ' em drop, shaking the spot | |
One simple shot and they feel the shit done with, plus | |
I got something for them niggaz that come with | |
Run quick when my gun spit, and I bust this out in | |
public, on some thug shit, who the thug bitch? That' ll | |
be THUGLINE and yes, we be | |
They wanna be like, they wanna roll like them | |
original, lyrical, miracle, critical killers for real for real | |
Chokie, chokie, choke, choke, Krayzie Jackson blazing | |
at ' cha, choke, choke, choke, choke.. | |
Choke, choke, choke, choke, that gotta be Krayzie | |
Jackson blazing at ' cha, choke, choke, choke, choke.. | |
[3X] | |
Yea, yea, yea, yea, choke, choke, choke, choke | |
chokie, chokie, choke, choke, choke.. | |
Nothing you can say can help you get away from my | |
eyes, from my eyes, chokie, chokie, choke, choke | |
choke.. | |
Nothing you can do can truly keep you from my eyes | |
from my eyes, chokie, chokie, choke, choke, choke.. | |
Chokie, chokie, choke, choke, choke.. |