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Havin A Ball Lyrics - Singles - Flesh-n-bone

Mm, mm, mm, yeah 

 

Cleveland, better believe it 

We stay thievin' every last evening, y'all 

Flesh N Bone, spreadin' my thug luv, havin' a ball 

 

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, y'all 

Nigga, Fifth Dog roll still 

 

Spit with quickness in a nigga 

Grill with a psychotic maniac, who fear? 

Run him over like a ton of steel 

Then peel they ass off the ground 

Put him in a body bag now 

 

Damn, I am that I am, that hustle 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 I'm 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 'bout, 'lesh 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 damag, let off my uzi 

Hannibal Lectur, silence my lamb, kind of a slaughter movie 

Now, who's the one draped in a grim reaper suit 

You thought you knew me 

 

Cleveland, better believe it 

We stay thievin' every last evening, y'all 

Flesh N Bone, spreadin' my thug luv, havin' a ball 

 

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's to my city, lovin' my city, the land of the heartless 

 

Don't start shit, even if you was to try some shit 

Then you've 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 

 

Cleveland, better believe it 

We stay thievin' every last evening, y'all 

Flesh N Bone, spreadin' my thug luv, havin' a ball 

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 

Y'all 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 

 

So, 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 interrupt 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 

 

Cleveland, better believe it 

We stay thievin' every last evening, y'all 

Flesh N Bone, spreadin' my thug luv, havin' a ball 

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