(feat. Playalitical)
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[Playa] Yeah, ha ha ha
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[Playa] Yeah tell 'em what time it is
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[Bizzy] Bone Bone Bone Bone - it's Playalitical (it's Playalitical)
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[Bizzy] And Bizzy Bone Bone Bone Bone Bone Bone [echoes]
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[Chorus: Playalitical (Bizzy Bone)]
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They try to bang in the club
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but they doin it wrong (it wrooooong)
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They try to get gangsta with it
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but they just don't know (don't know, don't know, they don't know)
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They try to get gutter on record
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but that shit ain't raw (ain't raw, ain't raw, ain't raw)
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It's Playalitical and Bizzy Bone
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and this here gon' blow (Bone Bone B-Bone Bone B-Bone Bone)
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[Bizzy Bone]
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We got 'em mad at us, but these bitches they should be glad for us
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When I'm up in the forest with Goldilocks, eatin they porridge
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Rockin that funky joint, drinkin Villa Maria
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New Zealand save Yan Blanc, my mama mia
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It's so many people in the world and then within the planet
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Taken for granted and they lost up in they circle, damn it
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One chance for unconditional love and it's real
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I ain't poppin no pills, I'm just clockin the mil's
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Walkin in Eden as we passin them heavenly trees
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Tell them my name is Bryon, it's my lady she Eve
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Do you believe, well it's awfully good cause we got God
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Aiyyo bless Joe, as I get on my job
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Still rockin, and yes we're solid as a rock, ya
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Passin that sticky-icky to Bizzy, praisin Allah
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That's God, in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit
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The beginning of wisdom is to fear it
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[Chorus]
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[Playalitical]
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If they had a pageant for hustlers I'd be wrapped in a ribbon
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You can't pull my card boy, I'm street capitalism
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At his peak turned into rap from maximum livin
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C'mon mami, do somethin on my lap to the rhythm
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I'm a suitcase exchanger, transaction arranger
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Forklift breaker, these crates is gettin heavier
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I don't gotta touch ya, see you or do one thing to ya
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Knowin my status alone'll shake ya labia
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Playalitical! And I'm known to make the beats man
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Shoot, keep bouncin like that and you gon' get a beat rash
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Cocaine white, suit on and my piece match
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Plus my keys match, see I don't need ask
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You with me now, this by far is a blessing
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When we get to the car you should start undressing
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You dance the way you do waitin for someone impressing
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And I'm right behind you, check one-two, testing
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[Chorus]
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[Bizzy Bone]
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Why they lookin sad at us, what's wrong, they should be glad for us
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While I'm walkin in the forest, we're gonna go a long way
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Like in the chorus, phosphorus, smoke in the mirrors
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And the picture's clearer, one God, always superior
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Feelin us, one time, we in the studi-udi
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Gettin it groovy, 70's style like moody-oody
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Roll with a uzi, never readin how to use it
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Make my money, smokin weed and drinkin liquor, sangin music
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Hey, never abuse it, the consequences are serious
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Just like my homie in Columbus, it's mysterious
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Curiosity, it's comin in so ferocious
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Expialidocious, deeper, with a psychosis - what?
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Still rockin, and we're solid as a rock, ya
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Passin that sticky-icky to Bizzy, praisin Allah
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That's God, in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit
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The beginning of wisdom is to fear it; one time
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[Chorus]
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Doin' It Wrong
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| Bizzy Bone |
