Testo di ' Havin A Ball ' di Flesh N Bone

-Flesh n Bone-
Mm, mm, mm ... Yeah.

-Flesh n Bone-Chorus-
Cleveland, better believe it we stay thievin, every last evening, yall/ Flesh-N-Bone, spreadin my thug luv, havin a ball

-Flesh n Bone-
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, yall/ Nigga, Fifth Dog roll still/ Spit with quickness in a niggas 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 I'ma fix it. Better go get Trix for your kids, cause im 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 pop, Flesh kicked his ass/ I'm 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, who the one draped in a grim reaper suit, you thought you knew me?

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-Flesh n Bone-
Yeah, East 99, eternally thugsta/ How many down there gonna get with this shit? It's 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/ I'm 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 P z to my city, lovin?my city, the land of the heartless/ Don't start shit, even if you was to try some shit, then your 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 I'm 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

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-Flesh n Bone-
Run em over like a bulldozer/ The reason I brang when I crept and I came/ Easily tame niggas who thought they could hang, now beat em with bats and chains/ Nigga, my name remain insane whenever I'm havin a ball/ Cleveland, we stay thievin/ Even if I was to come to your town, yall get with the Fifth Dog/ Just let me know what you request and I'll do my best to retrieve/ Back in the day on the block, when I sold the chop chop, yell at the fiends "Yo what you need?"/ Kakhi suites, stompin in high-tech boots, and skullies and braids, 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 em 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, I'm knockin your teeth out/Pimp smackin these hoes like G-oldie, pap, pap/ Trick, still let me tell you somethin/ Cuz, if you ain't down with the clique, start shit, and I'm dumpin slugs

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