A ha, a ha. Listen, listen. Listen... for the chedda mon. You know? ...
Krayzie Bone
Get up! You gotta stay on my level to be able to parlay with a thuggish thug that I ain't mad at, nigga, lately they could fuck with Krayzie simply cauze they can't understand me/ Sure ain't your ordinary nigga, pin me, quickly get the picture/ I like to keep it on the low down, quietly creep and slow down/ I like to move without notifying the whole town/ I'm never flossin'/ I ain't 'bout to be tellin' niggas what I just bought and how much it cost, and then be lookin' for my life cauze it's lost/ Yes, I'm movin' too fast/ You'll break ya neck to show ya has fortune/ Today, I'm slower cauze I done had too many accidents crashin' in the fast lane/ Is anybody goin' my way? You ain't gotta buckle up, my foot is always on the brake/ I mean, I done slowed it down, makin' everything flow how it should go, you know
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I can't eat, I can't sleep, I can't think, nigga/ I got my mind on this chedda, I got to move, nigga/ I can't eat, I can't sleep, I can't think, nigga/ I got my mind on this chedda, I got to move, nigga
Caz
Uh, uh, I've been tryin' to come up, but I'm still down/ You niggas wanna clown?�I'm a leave rounds on your faces, no traces/ I just replace this, I'm doin' scarfaces all in your braces/ I'm Caz Andre/ I'm pretty ready, I keep these things steady while I bang with my nigga Krayzie, my hustla from the Bone/ The loc's are our own, nigga/ You better watch who you fold/ You wanna fuck with our cheese?�You better bring plenty of thangs cauze I'm doin' this ring/ Watch him sing, baby, sing. Ching, ching is what I want, it's what I came for/ I'm kickin' in your door, I ain't talkin' no more/ Four-four?�Hell no, I'm goin' blow for blow/ Get 'em high, then low/ Empty the pockets for dough, fo' sho'/ Glasshouse affiliate? Nigga, please! I'm the head cheese, started off with Forty G's
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Krayzie Bone
Niggas never learn they lesson til it's too late in the blessing, it's all that could save 'em from fallin' in the graveyard/ Everybody want their money money, but everybody could never have the money, so we're killin' over paper/ Get in, get out, whatever your bizness/ Shit, enjoy the shit for the minute, but don't be livin' like you're dyin' in it/ Intend to live a little longer when you listen, pay attention/ And serve your position when Krayzie's in it
Caz
Chedda, nigga (What?) Chedda, nigga (What?) A six figure bigger nigga/ Tough, poppin' shots like a nine, nigga/ I don't need a trigger to make my cheese/ Give me sixty bars (Whoo!) A hoodsta beat, I'll make my cheese/ How the hell you figure you gon' stop me?�Pop me, shot me, when your girl wanna rock me, don't stare at me/ Til I make some real green, throw away my triple beam, buy a home up in Queens
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Recorded for the Caz album Thundadome/ www.artistdirect.com