Bizzy Bone - Feelin' Lovely lyrics
[Bizzy Bone - Feelin' Lovely lyrics]
Yeah, it's going down 7th sign film
Slash records in full motherfucking effect
(yes sir) please, believe it
Nigga, bizzy the kid, midwest cowboy
Sippin muggle, feelin lovely, dizzy
Smokin sticky icky, in every city
My nis rollin wit me, strapped up on me
Yaheard i got kicked out of bone
Thugs n harmony? what u thinkin, im
A soldier, survive, the ugly, don't
Come around me if u whiskin 4
Money i ain't got it
U kno i just got out of the jail?
(what?) they put 2gether my bail
And im still runnin
From the popo, ridin wit the top down, top
Down, purple haze, makin my shift
Hittin snitches and
Let the six four drop down, drop down
Jealous nis callin me a son of a whooOO!
And i be runnin from the police, all week
We bin drinkin and smokin
Rollin them swisher sweets
When we get up in the club
They tell us 2 leave
My body luv drinking hennesy
Adrenalin pumpin im thuggish
Ruggish with energy
Heaven is where we wanna be! and
Money is what we wanna see!
I got them bullets that'll move ya body
Body!
Put em in a gangster like hasta'la'vista
Its time for the four, hail ceaser
Walk through here with the gasoline jacket
Snatchin the reefer
Gotta go, go, fresh out of the county
Steady as we grow all of my nis is dead and
Im bein questioned by the feds
Let me know what they said
Enemies sleepin in my bed
This was written by my bishop wit
This vision in my head
Hey, let me c u left marsh
Do it for death charge
I can feel the vision wit my company in red
Let me know what they said
Cuz they fake like they my friends
Its the jealousy in them
And the zealousness in them
And u can tell em once again, i
My people winnin
U can choke and it seemless sprees is spinnin
Got this skeez blending breeze
I make a week at the knees
I mean literally, i make a week at the knees!
Slash records in full motherfucking effect
(yes sir) please, believe it
Nigga, bizzy the kid, midwest cowboy
Sippin muggle, feelin lovely, dizzy
Smokin sticky icky, in every city
My nis rollin wit me, strapped up on me
Yaheard i got kicked out of bone
Thugs n harmony? what u thinkin, im
A soldier, survive, the ugly, don't
Come around me if u whiskin 4
Money i ain't got it
U kno i just got out of the jail?
(what?) they put 2gether my bail
And im still runnin
From the popo, ridin wit the top down, top
Down, purple haze, makin my shift
Hittin snitches and
Let the six four drop down, drop down
Jealous nis callin me a son of a whooOO!
And i be runnin from the police, all week
We bin drinkin and smokin
Rollin them swisher sweets
When we get up in the club
They tell us 2 leave
My body luv drinking hennesy
Adrenalin pumpin im thuggish
Ruggish with energy
Heaven is where we wanna be! and
Money is what we wanna see!
I got them bullets that'll move ya body
Body!
Put em in a gangster like hasta'la'vista
Its time for the four, hail ceaser
Walk through here with the gasoline jacket
Snatchin the reefer
Gotta go, go, fresh out of the county
Steady as we grow all of my nis is dead and
Im bein questioned by the feds
Let me know what they said
Enemies sleepin in my bed
This was written by my bishop wit
This vision in my head
Hey, let me c u left marsh
Do it for death charge
I can feel the vision wit my company in red
Let me know what they said
Cuz they fake like they my friends
Its the jealousy in them
And the zealousness in them
And u can tell em once again, i
My people winnin
U can choke and it seemless sprees is spinnin
Got this skeez blending breeze
I make a week at the knees
I mean literally, i make a week at the knees!