Bone Thugs-N-Harmony - Wildin' lyrics
[Bone Thugs-N-Harmony - Wildin' lyrics]
You need some reefer we smokin that bombay
(bombay)
You need some liquor we pourin it all day
(all day)
Lookin for drama my niggas be wildin
Hey (BUCK) hey (BUCK) hey (BUCK) hey (BUCK) hey
Awwww shit
Guess who just stepped in the club
Them niggas that don't give
A Thuggish Ruggish motherfuck
We come to party
Some of my partners come to fuck it up
Scuff 'em, turn the fuckin music up
Get it crunk, nigga what
Fill up on my niggas cup
Watch out for security cause we 'bout
To blaze the dub up
Let's +Smoke & 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, them blaze shit 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
Biz' got the extra green and nicotine
And Krayzie off that Syn
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 cop it 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 shit right now
We the same damn niggas sellin llello
Sippin 40's
Wearin khakis, with the Timbs on
Motherfuckers know the story
We can't leave rap alone, the game need us
Think you can handle us to
Beat us? "Now c'mon Cleatus!"
Mess up that drank you drankin
Puff on that weed you smokin
My niggas ain't never jokin
And I came to get you open
Off this weed echoes
Coke and Henny and I'm feelin irate
Wanna try me, pussy nigga die, we
Slide up in the club, ready collide
Wanna get wildin
Highly intoxicated, fucked up that firey
(nigga)
Dirty rotten, Glock in the pocket, please
Believe it watchin you niggas hold Jesus
What is the secret?
What is the reason? Clutchin
My metal trinkets
Wish bring the pain for these niggas, please
Believe it
I'ma drink, I'ma smoke
When I hit the club I'm in the back do'
Bringin no problems
But, if you want 'em we can dance hoe
Higher, higher
Put a little Henn' in that Cris'
It'll make you righter, nicer
Drunk as fuck but don't get it twisted
I will light ya, fight ya
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 fuck comin out they shoes, move
Bring your own smoke, and your own drink
That's Thug's rules fool!
(bombay)
You need some liquor we pourin it all day
(all day)
Lookin for drama my niggas be wildin
Hey (BUCK) hey (BUCK) hey (BUCK) hey (BUCK) hey
Awwww shit
Guess who just stepped in the club
Them niggas that don't give
A Thuggish Ruggish motherfuck
We come to party
Some of my partners come to fuck it up
Scuff 'em, turn the fuckin music up
Get it crunk, nigga what
Fill up on my niggas cup
Watch out for security cause we 'bout
To blaze the dub up
Let's +Smoke & 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, them blaze shit 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
Biz' got the extra green and nicotine
And Krayzie off that Syn
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 cop it 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 shit right now
We the same damn niggas sellin llello
Sippin 40's
Wearin khakis, with the Timbs on
Motherfuckers know the story
We can't leave rap alone, the game need us
Think you can handle us to
Beat us? "Now c'mon Cleatus!"
Mess up that drank you drankin
Puff on that weed you smokin
My niggas ain't never jokin
And I came to get you open
Off this weed echoes
Coke and Henny and I'm feelin irate
Wanna try me, pussy nigga die, we
Slide up in the club, ready collide
Wanna get wildin
Highly intoxicated, fucked up that firey
(nigga)
Dirty rotten, Glock in the pocket, please
Believe it watchin you niggas hold Jesus
What is the secret?
What is the reason? Clutchin
My metal trinkets
Wish bring the pain for these niggas, please
Believe it
I'ma drink, I'ma smoke
When I hit the club I'm in the back do'
Bringin no problems
But, if you want 'em we can dance hoe
Higher, higher
Put a little Henn' in that Cris'
It'll make you righter, nicer
Drunk as fuck but don't get it twisted
I will light ya, fight ya
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 fuck comin out they shoes, move
Bring your own smoke, and your own drink
That's Thug's rules fool!