Bizzy Bone

Feelin Lovely


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Bizzy Bone-Intro-
Ya, its goin down. 7th Sign Film slash Records in full mothafuckin effect (Yes sir). Please believe it nigga. Bizzy 'The Kid' The Midwest Cowboy.
-Bizzy Bone-
Sippin bubbly, feelin' lovely/ Bizzy smokin' sticky icky and in every city my niggas rollin' with me, strapped up on me/ Ya heard I got kicked out of Bone Thugs N Harmony, what ya thinkin? I'm a soldier, survive the ugly/ Don't come around me if you askin' for money, I ain't got it/ You know, I just got out of jail (What?)/ They put together my bail, and I'm still runnin' from the Po-po/ Ridin' with the top down, top down/ Purple Craze makin' my mind shift/ Hittin' switches and let the six fo' drop down, drop down/ Jealous niggas callin' me a son of a (Whoo!)
-Bizzy Bone-Chorus-
And I've been runnin from the police, all week/ We've been drinkin and smokin, rollin them Swisha Sweets/ When we get up in the club, they tell us to leave/ Theres somethin about that liquor that makes you see enemies (Who is that?)/ My body love drinkin Hennessy, adrenaline pumpin I'm Thuggish Ruggish with energy/ Heaven is where we wanna be, and money is what we wanna see (Wanna see...)
-Bizzy Bone-
I got the bullets that'll move ya body body/ Put em in the gangsta like hasta la vista I'm ghettolike Aste Poomantie/ Has evil dog, let's tie him on the wall, "Hail Cesar" walk through here with the gasoline jacket snatch it the reepa/ Gotta go go, fresh out the county steady as we roll/ All of my niggas are dead, I'll be sequestered by the Feds/ Let me know, what they say/ Enemies sleepin in my bed, it was written by my Bishop with vision in my head/ Hey, let me see you left march, do it to death charge/ I can feel the vision with my company in red/ Let me know what they said cause they fake like they my friends, its the jealousy in men, and the zealousness in women, you can tell em once again, ah/ My people winnin you can choke and (?) until you see my squeezer spinnin/ And got the ski's, feelin the breeze/ And make her weak in the knees, I mean literally/ I make her weak at the knees
-Chorus-


Writer/s: Bizzy Bone