Brian “Big Ba**” Gardner - Thuggish Ruggish Bone lyrics

[Produced by DJ U-Neek] [Intro] We're not against rap We're not against rappers But we are against those thugs (thugs thugs) [Hook] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone [x4] [Verse 1 - Layzie Bone] You're feelin' the strength of the rump Step up, hear the funk of the jump that the thugstas feel Just be thuggin', straight buzzin', lovin' your peoples cause we so real Chill, better bring your weapon when steppin', bring on that ammunition Trip and don't slip, not to mention, never knew no competition But I gotta get mine, so scream out "mo'!" and let me hear ya holla Not about that mighty dollar, roll with the Bone, Mo' Thugs will follow Chain gang remaining the same, flaming my dank and drinking brew Thinking about hanging, clocking my bank, and thuggin' trues, foo's [Hook] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone [x4] [Verse 2 - Wish Bone] Get ready for the Bone and the Mo' Thug, bustas, you know me as a hustla Try to creep and get deep, Maybe 6 feet, peep, gotta put them under Straitjackets, gotta make that money, man, it's still the same now Bailin' in my black trench vest, you gotta be down to bang-bang Come and get this, teaching you soldiers how thugstas must stack Me drinkin' me brew 'till me skull crack wig blew all the way back [Hook] [Verse 3 - Krayzie Bone] Now follow me now, roll, stroll off deep in the land Well, creep if you can, take another swig to the brain (whoa) Loc'in, steady chokin' off that potent smoke And running from the po-po now Gotta get up with me thugstas, right? Turn to the Double Glock Pull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas, puff, puff puff to the brain, shot Love P.O.D.ed and tweeded, gotta get another case for my trunk Olde English, really don't need it, but in case my trues wanna get drunk They pump Bone, so leave 'em alone you don't wanna get shut down Thug runnin' the nine-quad and you better believe they be wanting this thug style So what now? see the Bone Thug claim, Thug never gonna change, so flame up Sit back and just smoke the same cut, leatherface on the creep, I came up [Hook] [Verse 4 - Bizzy Bone] Gotta give it on up to the Glock-Glock, pop-pop, better drop when them buckshot blow The Bone in me never no hole, so no creepin' up outta the Ziplock So Sin: sip gin, and Lil Mo Hart: run up, nut up and flipped in Then slipped the clip in, mistakin' the bloody victims Ever if you test, nuts to the chest and put 'em to rest, but I won't test bucks Put a hole up into me vest and gotta get through my soul, but they won't budge Mud, drug me victim, the blood in me running my mental The thug in me stuck in me keeping it simple, the bud in me runnin me pencil, so To the temple, buck when you duck to the thuggish ruggish T's St. Clair P's to appeal to the G's and a buck to all my enemies [Chorus] We got Layzie And Krayzie Bizzy's in the house Wish is in the house And Flesh And Shatasha Cleveland Definitely in the house It's the thuggish ruggish bone It's the thuggish ruggish bone