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bone thugs n harmony – c land i.a. lyrics

c land i.a.

intro:

we still from good old cleveland i.a.
(blast away, f-ck scr-ppin.)
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, f-ck scr-pping.
we still from good old cleveland i.a. nnnnasty. blast away, f-ck scr-pping.
we still from good old cleveland i.a. nnnnasty. blast away, f-ck scr-pping.
we still from good old cleveland i.a. nnnnasty. blast away, f-ck scr-pping,
f-ck scr-pping.

verse 1:

me and my militent minded, thug -ss, m-th- f-ckin n-gg-s, ya b-tch made motha
f-cka. let my n-gg-s be n-gg-s. figure mutiny on the bounty, ain’t no scrutiny,
you know how to call when you in the county, b-tch. 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 -ss. pretty boy, you was a f-g, i think he
f-ckin 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 n-gg-s. 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. n-gg-, you know what this business
about, (bout). got my d-ck in your mouth. i got my d-ck in your mouth. check it
out.

(chorus)

verse 2:

these n-gg-s better duck when i buck my tool. n-gg- break yourself. b-tch,
drop, don’t move. nonetheless flesh must unfold (hot, hot) glock, drop,
stalking gat fools. ready to pap you if we have to. i do. really dont know
what’s happenin. stack go thuggin with the killas way back, rollin out, and our
goal: to go triple platinum. tease killas from off st. claire, then all h-ll’s
fin to break loose. if you declare war, i declare war. send in my troops, swoop
through. in come nuclear warheads, slay. i’m sendin it yo, when i pull the
trigga, missiles drop, then i make your body move. dance hater. y’all ain’t
ready n steady, thinkin you can f-ck with the thugs. oh d-mn, you n-gg-s got
tons of swords sharp like a double edged machetti. we rollin out heated
heavily, 50 calibers and ak’s. no love for the motha f-ckin po-po. kill em all
and p-ss on they f-cking graves. cleveland, better beleive, we stay theivin,
and every last evenin i’ma retreat, but proceed with ease, (leavin em).
cleveland up to they coatroom bleedin. me n hustlas down for the money, murda,
and mayhem. c land i.a.,(i.a.). where them heartless thugs bail through the
wasteland.

(chorus)

verse3:

all this d-mn chronic, done got me out some h-llified times. see, we be the
honest, promise to bring the bomb sh-t. blow you away. put it on my thugs. put
it on my thugs, yeah, yeah.

(chorus)

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