Wildin'

You need some reefer we smokin that bombay (bombay)

You need some liquor we pourin it all day (all day)

Lookin for drama my niggaz be wildin

Hey (BUCK) hey (BUCK) hey (BUCK) hey (BUCK) hey

Awwww shit, guess who just stepped in the club

Them niggaz that don't give a Thuggish Ruggish motherfuck

We come to party, some of my partners come to fuck it up

Scuff 'em, turn the fuckin music up

Get it crunk, nigga what, fill up on my niggaz cup

Watch out for security cause we 'bout to blaze the dub up

Let's (Smoke & Burn), choke the herb

So come on ride the train, you should ride it

Make sure you bring your Mary Jane, and personal lighter

We keep that fire fire baby, baby

Krayzie faded, them blaze shit all day

When we rumble (uh-oh) we just like animals out the jungle

Make 'em fall, collapse, stumble and fumble just like drunk hoes

Biz' got the extra green and nicotine and Krayzie off that Syn

Me and Wish just got to the club, and man they better let us in

Cause we got cheese to spend, and I know they really don't want no trouble

My heat get double double, or we cop it on a hustle

And it ain't no party like a Bone Thug party

cause a Bone Thug party get wild

Get foul in the crowd like do that what? Do that shit right now

We the same damn niggaz sellin llello, sippin 40's

Wearin khakis, with the Timbs on, motherfuckers know the story

We can't leave rap alone, the game need us

Think you can handle us to beat us? "Now c'mon Cleatus!"

Mess up that drank you drankin, puff on that weed you smokin

My niggaz ain't never jokin, and I came to get you open

off this weed [echoes]

Coke and Henny and I'm feelin irate

Wanna try me, pussy nigga die, we

slide up in the club, ready collide, wanna get wildin

Highly intoxicated, fucked up that firey (nigga)

Dirty rotten, glock in the pocket, please believe it

Watchin you niggaz hold Jesus, what is the secret?

What is the reason? Clutchin my metal trinkets

Wish bring the pain for these niggaz, please believe it

I'ma drink, I'ma smoke, when I hit the club I'm in the back do'

Bringin no problems, but if you want 'em we can dance hoe

Higher, higher, put a little Henn' in that Cris'

It'll make you righter, nicer, drunk as fuck but don't get it twisted

I will light ya, fight ya, in the middle of the party

With a hundred thugs right by me, and you don't wanna try me

What I got to lose? And I'm mad as fuck comin out they shoes, move

Bring your own smoke, and your own drink, that's Thug's rules fool!