Songtexte: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony. Wildin.

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[Chorus:]
You need some reefa we smokin that bomb bay
You need some liquor we pourin it all day
Lookin for drama my niggas be wildin' [x2]

[Krayzie:]
Guess who just stepped in the club
Them niggas that don't give a thuggish ruggish mothafuck
We come to party, some of my partners come to fuck it up
Stuff 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 doob up
Let's smoke and 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, we 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

[Chorus]

[Layzie:]
Biz got the extra green and nicotine and Krayzie off that sin
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 got get 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 yayo, sippin 40s
Wearin khakis with the timbs on, mothafuckas know the story
We can't leave rap alone, the game need us
Think you can handle us or beat us, come on 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...

[Chorus]

[Bizzy:]
Coke & Henny and I'm feelin irie
Wanna try me, pussy nigga die, we
Slide up in the club, ready, collide
Wanna get wild, hey, highly
Intoxicated, Fucked up that firy
Dirty rotten
Glock in the back, and 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

[Wish:]
I'm a drink, I'm a smoke
When I hit the club I'm in the back door
Bringin no problems
But if you want em we can dance ho
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 cha, fight cha
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 foo

[Chorus]