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Doin' It Wrong Lyrics - The Midwest Cowboy - Bizzy Bone

[Playa] Yeah, ha ha ha 

[Playa] Yeah tell 'em what time it is 

[Bizzy] Bone Bone Bone Bone - it's Playalitical (it's Playalitical) 

[Bizzy] And Bizzy Bone Bone Bone Bone Bone Bone [echoes] 

 

[Chorus: Playalitical (Bizzy Bone)] 

They try to bang in the club 

but they doin it wrong (it wrooooong) 

They try to get gangsta with it 

but they just don't know (don't know, don't know, they don't know) 

They try to get gutter on record 

but that shit ain't raw (ain't raw, ain't raw, ain't raw) 

It's Playalitical and Bizzy Bone 

and this here gon' blow (Bone Bone B-Bone Bone B-Bone Bone) 

 

[Bizzy Bone] 

We got 'em mad at us, but these bitches they should be glad for us 

When I'm up in the forest with Goldilocks, eatin they porridge 

Rockin that funky joint, drinkin Villa Maria 

New Zealand save Yan Blanc, my mama mia 

It's so many people in the world and then within the planet 

Taken for granted and they lost up in they circle, damn it 

One chance for unconditional love and it's real 

I ain't poppin no pills, I'm just clockin the mil's 

Walkin in Eden as we passin them heavenly trees 

Tell them my name is Bryon, it's my lady she Eve 

Do you believe, well it's awfully good cause we got God 

Aiyyo bless Joe, as I get on my job 

Still rockin, and yes we're solid as a rock, ya 

Passin that sticky-icky to Bizzy, praisin Allah 

That's God, in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit 

The beginning of wisdom is to fear it 

 

[Chorus] 

 

[Playalitical] 

If they had a pageant for hustlers I'd be wrapped in a ribbon 

You can't pull my card boy, I'm street capitalism 

At his peak turned into rap from maximum livin 

C'mon mami, do somethin on my lap to the rhythm 

I'm a suitcase exchanger, transaction arranger 

Forklift breaker, these crates is gettin heavier 

I don't gotta touch ya, see you or do one thing to ya 

Knowin my status alone'll shake ya labia 

Playalitical! And I'm known to make the beats man 

Shoot, keep bouncin like that and you gon' get a beat rash 

Cocaine white, suit on and my piece match 

Plus my keys match, see I don't need ask 

You with me now, this by far is a blessing 

When we get to the car you should start undressing 

You dance the way you do waitin for someone impressing 

And I'm right behind you, check one-two, testing 

 

[Chorus] 

 

[Bizzy Bone] 

Why they lookin sad at us, what's wrong, they should be glad for us 

While I'm walkin in the forest, we're gonna go a long way 

Like in the chorus, phosphorus, smoke in the mirrors 

And the picture's clearer, one God, always superior 

Feelin us, one time, we in the studi-udi 

Gettin it groovy, 70's style like moody-oody 

Roll with a uzi, never readin how to use it 

Make my money, smokin weed and drinkin liquor, sangin music 

Hey, never abuse it, the consequences are serious 

Just like my homie in Columbus, it's mysterious 

Curiosity, it's comin in so ferocious 

Expialidocious, deeper, with a psychosis - what? 

Still rockin, and we're solid as a rock, ya 

Passin that sticky-icky to Bizzy, praisin Allah 

That's God, in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit 

The beginning of wisdom is to fear it; one time 

 

[Chorus] 

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