作曲 : Jackson, Troutman, Whitaker
(feat. Ice Cube)
Got me a down ass girl on my team
With an infa-red beam...
There go the *****s I'm supposed to meet
We gon' do this, Yo-Yo slide me the heat
Knew they was punks from my very first glance
Shakin' *****s hands, waitin' for a chance
Do you got the yey, what the mother****ers say
Right this way
In they trunks, super ??? about six
Lookin' like bricks, do I got the chips?
Hell yaeh, in the back of my Elco
Can we rock wit' you, I said hell no
Yo-Yo, see my fo'fo'? grab it
About to let these mother****ers have it
Walk back with my strap, gas on my chest
Let me get a taste test
Tongue got numb, then I said **** That!
This a mother****ing jack...
Thinking of a master plan
I saw the homie pull his strap
I knew we dealin' with badge
Up in the hoopdie, pop the trunk
And started to blast... mad
You know fools snatching cabbage and dough
That's how it is, dealin' with loc's
**** what you heard, act like you know
Ain't no witness, just tryin' to let you know
Lay the fool, straight up, face down like five-o
Ride wit' six birds, this ain't no joke
The murder scene was a deal gone bad
We popped the fools and took everything they had
Now the only thing to do is get away
Cops are on our ass, dude should I blast?
Snatched the heat from under the seat
Roll down the windows to let 'em have it
****in' with this bad mamma-jam-it
Yeah, I threw this shit in reverse
Grab a nine, by my side
Who ride? Bonnie & Clyde, b***h...
Thinking of a master plan
Run, run, run, from the ghetto pigeon
It's all mathematic, weavin' outa traffic
That's the shit I be hatin', when these ****ing daton's
Get to Ice-Skating
Yo-Yo, back seat driving, shut the **** up
You shut the **** up, learn how to drive
Ninety-ninety-five, Bonnie & Clyde
Wanted dead or alive
Tryin' to jump out the LAPD
Headin' up Century, **** the Penatentiary
Wanna get my shit, I'ma click it
Knew the job was ****ed up when I took it
**** is scandelous
Ninety-five, latest mobster
**** don't stop, still bustin' out the coppers
Nine in my lap, a fo'fo' when I ride
Still bedin' corners, bout to hit the East side
Straight who-ridin', Bonnie & Clyde 'n
All the way live from the West side
With plan B to perfect, have to do what's next
Hopped out that shit with the quickness
You know it's all business
Robbin', Stealin', Killin' and Wheelin'
Take, take that mother****er...
(Robbin'...) Take that... (Stealin'..) Take that...
(Robbin', Stealin'...) Take that...
Robbin', Stealin', Killin' and Wheelin'
Always on the go cause this - always ???
作曲 : Jackson, Troutman, Whitaker
(feat. Ice Cube)
[Ice Cube] Got me a down ass girl on my team
With an infa-red beam...
[Verse 1: Ice Cube]
There go the *****s I'm supposed to meet
We gon' do this, Yo-Yo slide me the heat
Knew they was punks from my very first glance
Shakin' *****s hands, waitin' for a chance
Do you got the yey, what the mother****ers say
Right this way
In they trunks, super ??? about six
Lookin' like bricks, do I got the chips?
Hell yaeh, in the back of my Elco
Can we rock wit' you, I said hell no
Yo-Yo, see my fo'fo'? grab it
About to let these mother****ers have it
Walk back with my strap, gas on my chest
Let me get a taste test
Tongue got numb, then I said **** That!
This a mother****ing jack...
Thinking of a master plan [x3: w/ adlibs]
[Verse 2: Yo-Yo]
I saw the homie pull his strap
I knew we dealin' with badge
Up in the hoopdie, pop the trunk
And started to blast... mad
You know fools snatching cabbage and dough
That's how it is, dealin' with loc's
**** what you heard, act like you know
Ain't no witness, just tryin' to let you know
Lay the fool, straight up, face down like five-o
Ride wit' six birds, this ain't no joke
The murder scene was a deal gone bad
We popped the fools and took everything they had
Now the only thing to do is get away
Cops are on our ass, dude should I blast?
Snatched the heat from under the seat
Roll down the windows to let 'em have it
****in' with this bad mamma-jam-it
Yeah, I threw this shit in reverse
Grab a nine, by my side
Who ride? Bonnie & Clyde, b***h...
Thinking of a master plan [x3: w/ adlibs]
[Verse 3: Yo-Yo & Ice Cube]
[Cube] Run, run, run, from the ghetto pigeon
It's all mathematic, weavin' outa traffic
That's the shit I be hatin', when these ****ing daton's
Get to Ice-Skating
Yo-Yo, back seat driving, shut the **** up
You shut the **** up, learn how to drive
[Cube] Ninety-ninety-five, Bonnie & Clyde
Wanted dead or alive
Tryin' to jump out the LAPD
Headin' up Century, **** the Penatentiary
Wanna get my shit, I'ma click it
Knew the job was ****ed up when I took it
[Yo-Yo] **** is scandelous
Ninety-five, latest mobster
**** don't stop, still bustin' out the coppers
Nine in my lap, a fo'fo' when I ride
Still bedin' corners, bout to hit the East side
Straight who-ridin', Bonnie & Clyde 'n
All the way live from the West side
With plan B to perfect, have to do what's next
Hopped out that shit with the quickness
You know it's all business
Robbin', Stealin', Killin' and Wheelin' [x4: w/ adlibs]
Take, take that mother****er...
(Robbin'...) Take that... (Stealin'..) Take that...
(Robbin', Stealin'...) Take that...
Robbin', Stealin', Killin' and Wheelin'
Always on the go cause this - always ???