Lyrics

Bones, it's the deadboy Bones, that skinnywhitepimp Bones, it's the deadboy Bones, that skinnywhitepimp Bones Bones, that skinnywhitepimp Where's the truth? Say it in the booth Drop bombs on wack MCs thats actin'new It's 1992 here we come kickin' doors down Sesh compound blunts lit bumpin' motown Hit 'em with the pro sound then I go ghost Forever in the attic hittin'all the wrong notes I'm the eyes floatin' in the dark just as I emerge You know who it is, I don't gotta say a word Bones, it's the deadboy Bones, that skinnywhitepimp Bones, it's the deadboy Bones, that skinnywhitepimp Yeah they know who it is This and that, that and this Faux fur drag behind me You already know the biz It's Bones Look who just stepped in That skinnywhitepimp Where do I begin? I began in the land that was frozen Spent my time hudded around the fire just hopin' Till I turned 14 thamed out and noticed That they don't lock the doors on the cars around the corner If you wanna detect me you need sophisticated sonar Ash drop slow but the snow fall slower Never had the funds till I struck with the scrap Yard full of metal crowbar in my bag SESH
Writer(s): Bryon Mccane, Anthony Henderson, Charles Scruggs, Steven Howse, Stanley Howse, James Edward Jr. Thomas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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