Havin' A Ball lyrics

Mm, mm, mm ... Yeah.

Cleveland, better believe it, we stay thievin?every last evening, y抋ll.
Flesh-N-Bone, spreadin?my thug luv, havin?a ball.

Workin?it on the side, I straddle my nuts. Puff on my green stuff, what did I look up and saw? All the police man chase me down, here come the end, fuck the law, y抋ll. Nigga, Fifth Dog roll still. Spit with quickness in a niggaæÅ ¯ grill with a pscychothic maniac, who fear? Run him over like a ton of steel, then peel they ass off the ground. Put him in a bodybag now. Damn, I am that I am, that hustla off the C-Town. And Cleveland, better believe it, we stay thievin?every last evening.

I might retreat, but proceed with ease, and leavin?Cleveland all through the eardrum, bleeding. Then if you talk shit, when I puff on this hit, then iæÅ ¦a fix it. Better go get Trix for your kids, cause iæÅ ¦ explicit. All my flavors mixed in the same pot at a thousand degrees hot. Now look what the hater done got caught up. Listen and everyone gossip æ…´out, æ?Å lesh kicked his ass.? IæÅ ¦ a hell of a nigga, but niggas, including you fools, enough to abuse. I pick up my tool I choose to use to cause you damage, let off my uuuuuzi. Hannibal Lectur, silence my lamb, kind of a slaughter movie. Now, whoæÅ ¯ the one draped in a grim reaper suit, you thought you knew me.

Cleveland, better believe it, we stay thievin?every last evening, y抋ll.
Flesh-N-Bone, spreadin?my thug luv, havin?a ball.

Yeah, East 99, eternally thugsta. How many down there gonna get with this shit? ItæÅ ¯ so wicked and off bound. Hittin?you with a level straight off the top. You better be able to hang, and when I get down, I swang. IæÅ ¦ doin?my thang, no pain no gain, no pain, no thang. Fuck the fame. Gimme the green, God, how it makes me holla when I collect with a phat check, to the bank I jet. Quickly Flesh flash back to the session, finna get started. Gotta drop PæÅ ¸ to my city, lovin?my city, the land of the heartless.

DonæÅ ° start shit, even if you was to try some shit, then youæÅ ®e gonna rectify wig splitters comin?to split your wig and diggin?his grave, oh my! All you playa haters gonna catch vapors when I greet ya now. Who wanna do creep now, when I let loose, we street sweep ya. Comin?up out ya, nigga, this thugsta thievin? iæÅ ¦ still the man. Buckin?these niggas, cannon cocked in hand. Swarm, and stormin?through lands. Mentality devil, straight hardcore. Then, of course, gotta keep it real. I gotta pop my steal, then if I peeled your cap back it was my will.

Cleveland, better believe it, we stay thievin?every last evening, y抋ll.
Flesh-N-Bone, spreadin?my thug luv, havin?a ball.

Run æ…¹m over like a bulldozer. The reason I brang when I crept and I came.
Easily tame niggas who thought they could hang, now beat æ…¹m with bats and
chains. Nigga, my name remain insane whenever iæÅ ¦ havin?a ball. Cleveland, we stay thievin? even if I was to come to your town, y抋ll get with the Fifth Dog. Just let me know what you request and iæÅ £l do my best to retrieve. Back in the day on the block, when I sold the chop chop, yell at the fiends, æ?Å¡o, what you need??Kakhi suites, stompin?in high-tech boots, and skullies and briads, my motto.

I gotta thug, cuz, I want a buzz, now gimme the forty ounce bottle. Them hoes all over my bottom, I tried to sweep æ…¹m off with the broom, but your lady sucked on my nuts so hard, sometimes I have to use a vacuum. Remember the gangsta, gangsta, nigga, the day we got thugsta, thugsta, then if your ass a pranksta, pranksta, then his whole ass got shanked the fuck up. Whenever you hear my grown folks talkin? you better close your mouth. Then if you was to interupt me while I was spittin?game, iæÅ ¦ knockin?your teeth out. Pimp smackin?these hoes like G-oldie. Pap, pap. Trick, still let me tell you somethin? cuz, if you ainæÅ ° down with the clique, start shit, and iæÅ ¦ dumpin?slugs.

Cleveland, better believe it, we stay thievin?every last evening, y抋ll.
Flesh-N-Bone, spreadin?my thug luv, havin?a ball.