Krayzie, Dangerous - Nate Dogg (Feat. Bone Thugs-N-Harmony) [HD & Lyrics] скачать в хорошем качестве

Krayzie, Dangerous - Nate Dogg (Feat. Bone Thugs-N-Harmony) [HD & Lyrics]

Lyrics (Nate Dogg) The life for me (Life for me) Livin on the streets (On the streets) Used to be, hectic, scandalous (Scandalous) The people I meet (People I meet) When I'm on these streets (On these streets) They can be, crazy, and dangerous (And dangerous) When you're broke as you can be And you're on them streets You have to be, cunning, hungry Keep your hand (Keep your hand) On the hardest man (Hardest man) Or you may be, a dead man Crazy, dangerous Crazy, dangerous Crazy, dangerous Crazy, dangerous Crazy, dangerous Crazy, dangerous Crazy, dangerous Crazy, dangerous (Layzie Bone) Thinkin' bout back in the days when the year was '89 Little nigga on da grind Gotta get mine doing my crime, With two in here, Steady stackin' my ends Puttin' my serve down on the Claire 9-9, Hittin' up the Graveyard Shift with real Little Will, Big Wally, and Wish Bone Little Wally, high rollers and he wonder why niggas so strong Krayzie Bone, stack right check much love Kept a nigga on his toes in the game It's an everyday thang when you let ya nuts hang, Gotta make a grand at least daily man Them Cleveland hustlers never no busters thug to the heart We niggas from the land fool, and the old school, Just serve out ya sentence and be cool Fuckin' wid Trues rest in peace Little nigga Ripster stress that Bone love Smokin' on bud, cause a nigga Mo Thug Callin' up my niggas when it's time to nut up In the 9-9 niggas gon' drop to the number one with ya gun so run run Cleveland is the city where a nigga come from Slangin' them dumb dumb dumb dums (Krayzie Bone) Niggas it's going down, up in the C-Town Get 'em up with the thug and the nigga with the bud, got the fifth rose, For the niggas that close hit 'em up with the forty reasons Nigga roll up the Buddha, Smoke it all up nigga don't stiff on the reefer Mo runnin' up outta the club with this Plus I got hydro and this shit is creeper creeper Strip as you hear the double glock glock With the me rocks cocked sweatin' me bad, Coppers better drop when the gunshots pop glock top Hit the body and the bullshit stop Whenever them troublin' us, Where the po-po niggas roll solo split up and swerve Krayzie take caution, Take out my llelo and tossed it Send 'em in the road to the curb Running, ducking, jumping, Up in the land my niggas is crazy, Me slangin' with 'nough 'nd me bang on the block, and nigga this daily, Who the nigga wid the 12-gauge (Pump) Mr.Sawed-Off Leatherface so you better pray Eternally thugsta, East nine-teen ninety nine, real thugs from the jump, uh (Bizzy Bone) Gotta give peace to the SCTs And the one big thug on the glock, Pump blast for the cash Then I mash the gas gotta dash away from the cops Not lettin' no pause Steadily flippin' up rows Rippin' up flesh with six dogs That's that thugsta yes I pump slugs And I be dripping 'em off in thugstas Fuck them po-po, all a dem bodies we burn, burn And I guess that hood'll never learn Got it dipped both in hoes and sherm When I'm on a mission for my city Pick up my niggas be peelin' out with me Roll up me window me wind blow fuck up my indo I'm an enemy, even up the barrels of me 12-gauge I empty, me scandalous niggas are on the loose But it's no fuckin' wid the family Now feel it nigga understand me Much love much bud for them St.Claire thugs East ninety nine is where ya find me Slangin' them motherfuckin' drugs (Flesh N Bone) Dun dun leavin' the niggas to cock it pop widda me gun They know that me noddin' they head off And I gots to have me fun Leaving 'em hung, breakin' fakin' You studio gangsta bitch trick Niggas'll get beat I'm handlin' the shit And I split in the midst of the darkness, Consider me heartless, oh yes Flesh be runnin' a hoe check Betta check ya Rolex, Ya timed now fa givin' up respect Ta them SCTs from CLE the scandalous niggas that dwell Hell offa the Forscythe and bail, Leavin' a trail a the body victims The fifth dog maulin' and maulin' neva them catch me slippin' As if and if and they find They may give me time instead of me trippin' We flippin' the scripts on over See the Bone a be never sober Niggas told ya triggas showed ya East nine nine, five soldiers (Wish Bone) Want to run red rum try to run and get away But it's just to late, Watch out buckshots when I come buck buck Betta guard that fuckin' face Dumpin' them slugs on you fools Rollin' wid me Trues, drinkin' brews, Don't start no shit we come equipped So niggas stay cool, one eighty seven, You think that you going to heaven, Put slugs all up in that chest dunn, To hell is where you be dwellin' Popping a clip in them bodies me dumpin' Watchin' you fall to the pave With me nine milli pumpin' Puttin' dem bodies all off in dem graves (Nate Dogg) Crazy, dangerous Crazy, dangerous Crazy, dangerous Crazy, dangerous Crazy, dangerous Crazy, dangerous Crazy, dangerous Crazy, dangerous