Wildin’ lyrics

[Chorus 2X: Krayzie Bone]
You need some reefer we smokin that bombay (bombay)
You need some liquor we pourin it all day (all day)
Lookin for drama my n*ggas be wildin
Hey (BUCK) hey (BUCK) hey (BUCK) hey (BUCK) hey

[Krayzie Bone]
Awwww sh*t, guess who just stepped in the club
Them n*ggas that don't give a Thuggish Ruggish motherf*ck
We come to party, some of my partners come to f*ck it up
Scuff 'em, turn the f*ckin music up
Get it crunk, n*gga what, fill up on my n*ggas cup
Watch out for security cause we 'bout to blaze the dub up
Let's +Smoke & 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, them blaze sh*t 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 Bone]
Biz' got the extra green and nicotine and Krayzie off that Syn
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 cop it 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 sh*t right now
We the same damn n*ggas sellin llello, sippin 40's
Wearin khakis, with the Timbs on, motherf*ckers know the story
We can't leave rap alone, the game need us
Think you can handle us to beat us? "Now c'mon Cleatus!"
Mess up that drank you drankin, puff on that weed you smokin
My n*ggas ain't never jokin, and I came to get you open
Off this weed {*echoes*}
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[Bizzy Bone]
Coke and Henny and I'm feelin irate
Wanna try me, pus*y n*gga die, we
Slide up in the club, ready collide, wanna get wildin
Highly intoxicated, f*cked up that firey (n*gga)
Dirty rotten, Glock in the pocket, please believe it
Watchin you n*ggas hold Jesus, what is the secret?
What is the reason? Clutchin my metal trinkets
Wish bring the pain for these n*ggas, please believe it

[Wish Bone]
I'ma drink, I'ma smoke, when I hit the club I'm in the back do'
Bringin no problems, but if you want 'em we can dance hoe
Higher, higher, put a little Henn' in that Cris'
It'll make you righter, nicer, drunk as f*ck but don't get it twisted
I will light ya, fight ya, 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 f*ck comin out they shoes, move
Bring your own smoke, and your own drink, that's Thug's rules fool!

[Chorus] - repeat 2X