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lirik lagu bonnie and clyde ii – yo yo

[ice cube] got me a down -ss girl on my team
with an infa-red beam…

[verse 1: ice cube]
there go the n-gg-s i’m supposed to meet
we gon’ do this, yo yo slide me the heat
knew they was punks from my very first glance
shakin’ n-gg-s hands, waitin’ for a chance
do you got the yey, what the motherf-ckers say
right this way
in they trunks, super ??? about six
lookin’ like bricks, do i got the chips?
h-ll yaeh, in the back of my elco
can we rock wit’ you, i said h-ll no
yo yo, see my fo’fo’? grab it
about to let these motherf-ckers have it
walk back with my strap, gas on my chest
let me get a taste test
tongue got numb, then i said f-ck that!
this a motherf-ckin’ jack…

thinking of a master plan [x3: w/ adlibs]

[verse 2: yo yo]
i saw the homie pull his strap
i knew we dealin’ with badge
up in the hoopdie, pop the trunk
and started to blast… mad
you know fools sn-tching cabbage and dough
that’s how it is, dealin’ with loc’s
f-ck what you heard, act like you know
ain’t no witness, just tryin’ to let you know
lay the fool, straight up, face down like five-o
ride wit’ six birds, this ain’t no joke
the murder scene was a deal gone bad
we popped the fools and took everything they had
now the only thing to do is get away
cops are on our -ss, dude should i blast?
snatched the heat from under the seat
roll down the windows to let ’em have it
f-ckin’ with this bad mamma-jam-it
yeah, i threw this sh-t in reverse
grab a nine, by my side
who ride? bonnie & clyde, n-gg-…

thinking of a master plan [x3: w/ adlibs]

[verse 3: yo yo & ice cube]
[cube] run, run, run, from the ghetto pigeon
it’s all mathematic, weavin’ outa traffic
that’s the sh-t i be hatin’, when these f-ckin’ daton’s
get to ice-skating
yo yo, back seat driving, shut the f-ck up
[yo yo] you shut the f-ck up, learn how to drive
[cube] ninety-ninety-five, bonnie & clyde
wanted dead or alive
tryin’ to jump out the lapd
headin’ up century, f-ck the penatentiary
wanna get my sh-t, i’ma click it
knew the job was f-cked up when i took it
[yo yo] sh-t is scandelous
ninety-five, latest mobster
sh-t don’t stop, still bustin’ out the coppers
nine in my lap, a fo’fo’ when i ride
still bedin’ corners, bout to hit the east side
straight who-ridin’, bonnie & clyde ‘n
all the way live from the west side
with plan b to perfect, have to do what’s next
hopped out that b-tch with the quickness
you know it’s all business

robbin’, stealin’, killin’ and wheelin’ [x4: w/ adlibs]

take, take that motherf-ckers…
(robbin’…) take that… (stealin’..) take that…
(robbin’, stealin’…) take that…

robbin’, stealin’, killin’ and wheelin’
always on the go cause this – always ???

- yo yo

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