| Lyrics: | C Land I.A.
Intro:
We still from good old Cleveland I.A.
(Blast
away, fuck scrappin.)
We still from good old Cleveland I.A. NNNNasty.
(The original
Thugs.)
in madden where ya find me slanging me lello, daily, oh.
Cleveland is the city where
we come from, yeah.
and Cleveland is the city where we com from.
Chorus:
We
still from good old cleveland I.A. NNNNasty. Blast away, fuck scrapping.
We still from good old
cleveland I.A. NNNNasty. Blast away, fuck scrapping.
We still from good old cleveland I.A.
NNNNasty. Blast away, fuck scrapping.
We still from good old cleveland I.A. NNNNasty. Blast
away, fuck scrapping,
fuck scrapping.
Verse 1:
Me and my Militent minded,
thug ass, mutha fuckin niggas, ya bitch made motha
fucka. Let my niggas be niggas. Figure
mutiny on the bounty, ain't no scrutiny,
you know how to call when you in the county, bitch.
Gooney was half the craft,
just one of my stoodies. You moody, ah? Where your loochey at? I
know where
that poochie's at, you boochie ass. Pretty boy, you was a fag, I think he
fuckin a white boy. I'm a motor cycle. I was born to ride psycho. Baby, I'm
even worse
than before. Mom, can I call when I'm lost?
In a coffin of hot sauce, finna fall in foe sho.
Roach killas got money for
thuggin niggas. He don't got no Doja, n sure enough, he don't got no
scrilla,n
sure enough, he don't got no scrilla, told ya. Helplessly claim that I shorted
you out, voted you out, closed you out. Nigga, you know what this business
about, (bout).
Got my dick in your mouth. I got my dick in your mouth. Check it
out.
(chorus)
Verse 2:
These niggas better duck when I buck my tool.
Nigga break yourself. |
