"NEIGHBORHOOD SLANG"
BONE THUGS-N-HARMONY
Krayzie:
One-eighty-seven is a lesson for them niggas that want to test. Bring
more than one, 'cause me shotgun'll be buckin' your chest. Wanna be
Mo Thug? Thugsta mentality runs through the Bone. Pop, pop to
the dome fall short to the chrome, gift wrap that bitch ass on. Much
love for the green leaves, but me trues have to ease me down. Puff,
puff, head rush, poppin' in me clip, and I got plenty rounds. Me no
pretender, no studio thugsta. Bone'll get with ya [with ya], and if
me miss ya, Strate, Number 1, and the Ripsta swing, watch 'em hit ya, [hit
ya], so we can swang, [we can swang], down for me thang [down for me thang],
feel the blow to the brain. Thought you could hang, when I swang them
thangs, that's insane. Stay low, stay low, so them po-pos--they
no me no surrender. Them niggas on the street--they remember Bone is
being no pretender, standin' up on the block, 9 millimeter cocked in me hand,
and me got me niggas lookin' after me back, and them watch, [let them rott]
holdin' watch. You know it's nothin' but the neighborhood thang.
It's mandatory for me neighborhood slang.
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