Wildin' Lyrics
| Song | Wildin' |
| Artist | Bone Thugs-N-Harmony |
| Album | T.H.U.G.S. |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Fisher, Henderson, Howse ... | |
| [Chorus: Krayzie Bone] (X2) | |
| You need some reefer we smokin’ the | |
| Bombay,You need some liquor we pourin’ it all day, | |
| Lookin’ for drama my **********s be wildin', | |
| Hey, **********, hey, **********, hey, **********, hey, ********** hey.[Verse One: Krayzie Bone] | |
| Guess who just stepped in the club, | |
| Them **********s that don't give a thuggish ruggish *********, | |
| We come to party; some of my partners come to ********** it up, | |
| Stuff em, turn the *********’ music up, | |
| Get it crunk, ********** what, | |
| Fill up on my **********s cup, | |
| Watch out for security, cause we bout to blaze the doob up, | |
| Let's smoke and burn, choke the herb, | |
| So come on ride the train, you should ride it, | |
| Make sure you bring your | |
| Mary Jane, and personal lighter, | |
| We keep that fire, fire; baby, baby, | |
| Krayzie, faded, we blaze ***********t all day, | |
| When we rumble, (uh oh) | |
| We just like animals out the jungle, | |
| Make em fall, collapse, stumble, and fumble, just like drunk hoes.[Chorus] (X2)[Verse Two: Layzie Bone:] | |
| Biz got the extra green and nicotine and | |
| Krayzie off that sin, | |
| Me and Wish just got to the club and man they better let us in, | |
| Cause we got cheese to spend and | |
| I know they really don't want no trouble, | |
| My heat get double double or we got get on a hustle, | |
| And it ain't no party like a | |
| Bone Thug party, cause a | |
| Bone Thug party get wild, | |
| Get foul in the crowd like do that what? | |
| Do that ***********t right now, | |
| We the same damn **********s, sellin yayo, sippin 40s, | |
| Wearin khakis with the timbs’ on, *********as know the story, | |
| We can't leave rap alone, the game need us, | |
| Think you can handle us or beat us, come on, | |
| Cleatus!Mess up that drank you drankin, | |
| Puff on that ********** you smokin, | |
| My **********s ain't never jokin, | |
| And I came to get you open off this **********, **********, **********, **********...[Chorus] (X2)[Verse Three: Bizzy Bone/Wish Bone][Bizzy] | |
| Coke & Henny and | |
| I'm feelin irie, | |
| Wanna try me, *********** ********** die, we | |
| Slide up in the club, ready, collide | |
| Wanna get wild, hey, highly | |
| Intoxicated, | |
| ********* up that firy, | |
| Dirty rotten, | |
| Glock in the block, and please believe it, | |
| Watchin you **********s, | |
| Oh Jesus!What is the secret, what is the reason, | |
| Clutchin my metal trinkets, | |
| Wish bring the pain for these **********s, | |
| Please believe it…[Wish] | |
| I'm a drink, | |
| I'm a smoke, | |
| When I hit the club | |
| I'm in the back door, | |
| We ‘dem no problems, | |
| But if you want em we can dance, ho, | |
| Higher, higher, put a little | |
| Henn in that | |
| Cris,It'll make you righter nicer, | |
| Drunk as ********** but don't get it twisted, | |
| I will light cha, fight cha, | |
| In the middle of the party, | |
| With a hundred thugs right by me, | |
| And you don't wanna try me! | |
| What I got to lose? | |
| And I'm mad as ********** | |
| Imma run ‘em out they shoes, move | |
| Bring your own smoke, | |
| And your own drink, that's | |
| Thug's rules, foo![Chorus] (X4) |
| zuo ci : Fisher, Henderson, Howse ... | |
| Chorus: Krayzie Bone X2 | |
| You need some reefer we smokin' the | |
| Bombay, You need some liquor we pourin' it all day, | |
| Lookin' for drama my s be wildin', | |
| Hey, , hey, , hey, , hey, hey. Verse One: Krayzie Bone | |
| Guess who just stepped in the club, | |
| Them s that don' t give a thuggish ruggish , | |
| We come to party some of my partners come to it up, | |
| Stuff em, turn the ' music up, | |
| Get it crunk, what, | |
| Fill up on my s cup, | |
| Watch out for security, cause we bout to blaze the doob up, | |
| Let' s smoke and burn, choke the herb, | |
| So come on ride the train, you should ride it, | |
| Make sure you bring your | |
| Mary Jane, and personal lighter, | |
| We keep that fire, fire baby, baby, | |
| Krayzie, faded, we blaze t all day, | |
| When we rumble, uh oh | |
| We just like animals out the jungle, | |
| Make em fall, collapse, stumble, and fumble, just like drunk hoes. Chorus X2 Verse Two: Layzie Bone: | |
| Biz got the extra green and nicotine and | |
| Krayzie off that sin, | |
| Me and Wish just got to the club and man they better let us in, | |
| Cause we got cheese to spend and | |
| I know they really don' t want no trouble, | |
| My heat get double double or we got get on a hustle, | |
| And it ain' t no party like a | |
| Bone Thug party, cause a | |
| Bone Thug party get wild, | |
| Get foul in the crowd like do that what? | |
| Do that t right now, | |
| We the same damn s, sellin yayo, sippin 40s, | |
| Wearin khakis with the timbs' on, as know the story, | |
| We can' t leave rap alone, the game need us, | |
| Think you can handle us or beat us, come on, | |
| Cleatus! Mess up that drank you drankin, | |
| Puff on that you smokin, | |
| My s ain' t never jokin, | |
| And I came to get you open off this , , , ... Chorus X2 Verse Three: Bizzy Bone Wish Bone Bizzy | |
| Coke Henny and | |
| I' m feelin irie, | |
| Wanna try me, die, we | |
| Slide up in the club, ready, collide | |
| Wanna get wild, hey, highly | |
| Intoxicated, | |
| up that firy, | |
| Dirty rotten, | |
| Glock in the block, and please believe it, | |
| Watchin you s, | |
| Oh Jesus! What is the secret, what is the reason, | |
| Clutchin my metal trinkets, | |
| Wish bring the pain for these s, | |
| Please believe it Wish | |
| I' m a drink, | |
| I' m a smoke, | |
| When I hit the club | |
| I' m in the back door, | |
| We ' dem no problems, | |
| But if you want em we can dance, ho, | |
| Higher, higher, put a little | |
| Henn in that | |
| Cris, It' ll make you righter nicer, | |
| Drunk as but don' t get it twisted, | |
| I will light cha, fight cha, | |
| In the middle of the party, | |
| With a hundred thugs right by me, | |
| And you don' t wanna try me! | |
| What I got to lose? | |
| And I' m mad as | |
| Imma run ' em out they shoes, move | |
| Bring your own smoke, | |
| And your own drink, that' s | |
| Thug' s rules, foo! Chorus X4 |
| zuò cí : Fisher, Henderson, Howse ... | |
| Chorus: Krayzie Bone X2 | |
| You need some reefer we smokin' the | |
| Bombay, You need some liquor we pourin' it all day, | |
| Lookin' for drama my s be wildin', | |
| Hey, , hey, , hey, , hey, hey. Verse One: Krayzie Bone | |
| Guess who just stepped in the club, | |
| Them s that don' t give a thuggish ruggish , | |
| We come to party some of my partners come to it up, | |
| Stuff em, turn the ' music up, | |
| Get it crunk, what, | |
| Fill up on my s cup, | |
| Watch out for security, cause we bout to blaze the doob up, | |
| Let' s smoke and burn, choke the herb, | |
| So come on ride the train, you should ride it, | |
| Make sure you bring your | |
| Mary Jane, and personal lighter, | |
| We keep that fire, fire baby, baby, | |
| Krayzie, faded, we blaze t all day, | |
| When we rumble, uh oh | |
| We just like animals out the jungle, | |
| Make em fall, collapse, stumble, and fumble, just like drunk hoes. Chorus X2 Verse Two: Layzie Bone: | |
| Biz got the extra green and nicotine and | |
| Krayzie off that sin, | |
| Me and Wish just got to the club and man they better let us in, | |
| Cause we got cheese to spend and | |
| I know they really don' t want no trouble, | |
| My heat get double double or we got get on a hustle, | |
| And it ain' t no party like a | |
| Bone Thug party, cause a | |
| Bone Thug party get wild, | |
| Get foul in the crowd like do that what? | |
| Do that t right now, | |
| We the same damn s, sellin yayo, sippin 40s, | |
| Wearin khakis with the timbs' on, as know the story, | |
| We can' t leave rap alone, the game need us, | |
| Think you can handle us or beat us, come on, | |
| Cleatus! Mess up that drank you drankin, | |
| Puff on that you smokin, | |
| My s ain' t never jokin, | |
| And I came to get you open off this , , , ... Chorus X2 Verse Three: Bizzy Bone Wish Bone Bizzy | |
| Coke Henny and | |
| I' m feelin irie, | |
| Wanna try me, die, we | |
| Slide up in the club, ready, collide | |
| Wanna get wild, hey, highly | |
| Intoxicated, | |
| up that firy, | |
| Dirty rotten, | |
| Glock in the block, and please believe it, | |
| Watchin you s, | |
| Oh Jesus! What is the secret, what is the reason, | |
| Clutchin my metal trinkets, | |
| Wish bring the pain for these s, | |
| Please believe it Wish | |
| I' m a drink, | |
| I' m a smoke, | |
| When I hit the club | |
| I' m in the back door, | |
| We ' dem no problems, | |
| But if you want em we can dance, ho, | |
| Higher, higher, put a little | |
| Henn in that | |
| Cris, It' ll make you righter nicer, | |
| Drunk as but don' t get it twisted, | |
| I will light cha, fight cha, | |
| In the middle of the party, | |
| With a hundred thugs right by me, | |
| And you don' t wanna try me! | |
| What I got to lose? | |
| And I' m mad as | |
| Imma run ' em out they shoes, move | |
| Bring your own smoke, | |
| And your own drink, that' s | |
| Thug' s rules, foo! Chorus X4 |
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