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Krayzie Bone

Genres: Hip-Hop

Wonderful World Lyrics - Krayzie Bone

(feat. La Reece & K-Mont) 

 

[3x] 

What a wonderful world, world, world, world 

 

Is this really a wonderful world, world, world? 

 

[Chorus] 

Out in the streets, streets 

When the thugs play out in the streets, street 

We blast that pistol 

You's a damn fool if you don't duck, duck, duck 

We do what we gotta do to survive, gotta stay alive 

Even if the nine millimeter has to whistle 

We can whistle while we work 

 

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[Krayzie] 

Now I remember mama told me not to be up on the block trying to 

push rocks 

She said, 'Cause that's the reason that your brother right now 

in trouble with the cops' 

I said, 'No way not me, ma' 

But when she turned her back I stuffed the llello in my sock 

Hopped on my BMX, and I'm out 

Yeah, I got what the fiends need 

If you need some weed, I got it 

Got the powder and can rock it for ya (rock it for ya) 

My first employer was my bigger brother 

Til his ass got knocked and locked the f**k up 

Stuck up in that system and I miss him 

But can't stop eating meals 'cause he in there 

And he should be happy I'm out so I can send him commisary 

As I reach my territory, I jump off my lowrider 

Yeah, thats my bike but you don't tell nobody 

Soon as I hit the corner the fiends was on a nigga 

Had to them bustas quit hatin' just cause my boulder's bigger 

First I bust a ten, then I bust a twenty sale 

Another fifty sale, shit today the fiends are spending well 

Couple hours past and I got two rocks left 

And I need to get these off 

Walk up a few blocks where 

Them niggas think they ballin', but they smokin' man 

I tell 'em, I got them double up's 

And sell my dope to them 

If you don't tell nobody, I won't tell nobody 

Paid them niggas two for twenty 

I went home and I got pissy (pissy) 

Drunk as a skunk, roll me a blunt 

This is shit we do everyday 

We can't front, can't front 

 

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[Chorus] 

 

[Krayzie Bone] 

Well, well, well 

 

[K-Mont] 

It was just, one of them days on the ave of Lincoln 

I'm just sittin' on the mail box watchin' and thinkin' 

I just bought all my rocks and the fiends is rushin' 

A little boy ran in the streets and his moms is fussin' 

The neighborhood watch, they called the police twice 

 

And my niggas always fight over a game of dice 

Everyday it's like a story, it's so much drama 

My girl just found out that I'm hittin' her mama 

And my niggas who went to college, they never keep in touch 

And my next door neighbor, he just stole the bread truck 

He also stole a taxi, would brag and wouldn't care 

He started pickin' up niggaz and started chargin' 'em fare 

 

[LaReece] 

I guess the year was about 1981 

I'd say I was about eight 

Standing on the corner, bullets rang out 

A little hoodster exposing too much 

Niggas on my block play real robbers and cops 

Big sis shootin' at niggas through the mail box 

'Cause motherf**kers knew it wasn't no males in the house 

Momma's at work, daddy who knows? 

I got tired of wearing my sister's clothes 

Young and shit, already on a role 

Playin' look-out for the corner dope house 

Start earnin' some clout 

Got bigger, developed a figure 

Got me a nigga, and then my thang start learnin' the game 

Seperating the real niggas from the lames 

The street light's 'bout to come on 

I gotta go home, ain't shit changed 

 

[Chorus] 

 

[Krayzie] 

Well, well, well, well 

 

[Asu] 

Yo, I got needs and stuff, I had to be poppin' marry 

I hit her with the 'Is you is, or is you ain't my baby?' 

I know a Tom, know a Jerry, call 'em 'Su and Eve 

I be goin' down in history, not a cliff, like Heath 

Where beef comes from size, and give me 'em all baby 

And what, what, no motherf**kin' gravy? (no gravy?) 

Y'all have made me, Taz-mania mad 

An I heard Damizza got him a little Arabian lad named Hodgi 

Doin' his thing like Sagi 

I'm tired of seein niggas do it 

Time to watch me 

Y'all remember the channel, the time and place 

Just get on the couch, a floor, and find a space 

Moms and pops worked all week to get the phatter place 

 

So your little ass had a TV on Saturday 

I know I took ya back, you ain't gotta thank 'Su 

Just remember, you rascals is little and I will spank you 

 

[Chorus] 

 

[Krayzie Bone] 

well, well, well, well 

 

(Whistling) 

 

[3x] 

What a wonderfull world, world, world, world 

 

Is this really a wonderfull world, world, world? 

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