"Thug & Harmony" lyrics
Uh, yeah
Y'all already know we passionate rap, baby
That mean we beasting on all y'all niggas shit
M.O.B 3
Even if, beasting on that last spec, still ByrdGang
We made a rap classic from the past
I'm gon' take it
O.F.O, baby
We doing it for you, baby
Capo, let's go
Uh, uh
Oww, oww, oww
(It's Jones and Biggavelli) (It's Jones and Biggavelli)
Niggas think it's a game, think they can fuck with the ByrdGang
Oww, oww, oww
(It's Jones and Biggavelli) (It's Jones and Biggavelli)
Could somebody bring me home? Tell me, which of the ladies are twerkin'?
Oww, oww, oww
(It's Jones and Biggavelli) (It's Jones and Biggavelli)
Niggas think it's a game, niggas think they can fuck with the ByrdGang
Somebody bring me home, tell me, which of the ladies are twerkin'?
You talkin' tough, like you ready to go to war (But you don't wanna go there)
Stand up if you really want war
And there's really no need to be cuffin' your bitches
'Cause I know where your hoes is
Stand up if you really want more (Yeah)
And there's really no need to fuck with the snitches
'Cause the fuck has no focus
Stand up if you really want a war
And if we run out of sour, nigga, we piffin'
Nigga, you fuckin' with smokers
Stand up if you really want more
To my niggas from the slums, to my bitches in the dirt
I'ma run down and sleep 'em, I'ma hit 'em where it hurt (Hurt)
You don't want it with the boy (Nope), I got so many new flows
And I don't give a fuck about what you say, 'bout to hit charts since I was in UK
Pick the sport, follow a new thang, ain't that hard to stack loose change (Man)
Bail me out, help me out, Capo had to come bail me out
Now we forced to do this shit again
Sippin' Henny with a blunt, while we cruisin' in the Benz
Nigga won't drive that Lucerne, that can't even hide a Mac-10
You back in? Yeah, out now, brand new song on the countdown
Drop that top, like I'm gon' move and the Glock go pop, pop that block
Pop that top, buck his ass, nigga, I bet this gun gon' blast
You talkin' tough, like you ready to go to war (But you don't wanna go there)
Stand up if you really want war
And there's really no need to be cuffin' your bitches
'Cause I know where your hoes is
Stand up if you really want more (Yeah)
And there's really no need to fuck with the snitches
'Cause the fuck has no focus
Stand up if you really want a war
And if we run out of sour, nigga, we piffin'
Nigga, you fuckin' with smokers
Stand up if you really want more
Oww, oww, oww
(It's Jones and Biggavelli)
Niggas think it's a game, think they can fuck with the ByrdGang
Oww, oww, oww
(It's Jones and Biggavelli)
Could somebody bring me home? Tell me, which of the ladies are twerkin'
Oww, oww, oww
(It's Jones and Biggavelli)
Niggas think it's a game, niggas think they can fuck with the ByrdGang
Somebody bring me home, which of the ladies are twerkin'?
Y'all already know we passionate rap, baby
That mean we beasting on all y'all niggas shit
M.O.B 3
Even if, beasting on that last spec, still ByrdGang
We made a rap classic from the past
I'm gon' take it
O.F.O, baby
We doing it for you, baby
Capo, let's go
Uh, uh
Oww, oww, oww
(It's Jones and Biggavelli) (It's Jones and Biggavelli)
Niggas think it's a game, think they can fuck with the ByrdGang
Oww, oww, oww
(It's Jones and Biggavelli) (It's Jones and Biggavelli)
Could somebody bring me home? Tell me, which of the ladies are twerkin'?
Oww, oww, oww
(It's Jones and Biggavelli) (It's Jones and Biggavelli)
Niggas think it's a game, niggas think they can fuck with the ByrdGang
Somebody bring me home, tell me, which of the ladies are twerkin'?
You talkin' tough, like you ready to go to war (But you don't wanna go there)
Stand up if you really want war
And there's really no need to be cuffin' your bitches
'Cause I know where your hoes is
Stand up if you really want more (Yeah)
And there's really no need to fuck with the snitches
'Cause the fuck has no focus
Stand up if you really want a war
And if we run out of sour, nigga, we piffin'
Nigga, you fuckin' with smokers
Stand up if you really want more
To my niggas from the slums, to my bitches in the dirt
I'ma run down and sleep 'em, I'ma hit 'em where it hurt (Hurt)
You don't want it with the boy (Nope), I got so many new flows
And I don't give a fuck about what you say, 'bout to hit charts since I was in UK
Pick the sport, follow a new thang, ain't that hard to stack loose change (Man)
Bail me out, help me out, Capo had to come bail me out
Now we forced to do this shit again
Sippin' Henny with a blunt, while we cruisin' in the Benz
Nigga won't drive that Lucerne, that can't even hide a Mac-10
You back in? Yeah, out now, brand new song on the countdown
Drop that top, like I'm gon' move and the Glock go pop, pop that block
Pop that top, buck his ass, nigga, I bet this gun gon' blast
You talkin' tough, like you ready to go to war (But you don't wanna go there)
Stand up if you really want war
And there's really no need to be cuffin' your bitches
'Cause I know where your hoes is
Stand up if you really want more (Yeah)
And there's really no need to fuck with the snitches
'Cause the fuck has no focus
Stand up if you really want a war
And if we run out of sour, nigga, we piffin'
Nigga, you fuckin' with smokers
Stand up if you really want more
Oww, oww, oww
(It's Jones and Biggavelli)
Niggas think it's a game, think they can fuck with the ByrdGang
Oww, oww, oww
(It's Jones and Biggavelli)
Could somebody bring me home? Tell me, which of the ladies are twerkin'
Oww, oww, oww
(It's Jones and Biggavelli)
Niggas think it's a game, niggas think they can fuck with the ByrdGang
Somebody bring me home, which of the ladies are twerkin'?
