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Bone Thugs-N-Harmony - C L and I.A. Song Lyrics
Artist Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
Album The Collection, Vol. 2
Released November 14, 2000
Label Sony
Song C L and I.A.
Transcriber Efrain Gonzalez Lyrics Correct
Email frao_21@hotmail.com 100%
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Intro
We still from good old Cleveland I.A
(Blast away, fuck scrapping) N-N-N-Nasty, nasty, nasty.
The original thugs in madden where ya find me slanging me lello, daily.
Oh Cleveland is the city where we come from, yeah,
and Cleveland is the city where we come from.

Chorus.
We still from good old Cleveland I.A. N-N-N-Nasty
Blast away, fuck scrapping.
We still from good old Cleveland I.A. N-N-N-Nasty
Blast away, fuck scrapping.
We still from good old Cleveland I.A. N-N-N-Nasty
Blast away, fuck scrapping.
We still from good old Cleveland I.A. N-N-N-Nasty
Blast away, fuck scrapping, fuck scrapping.

Me and my Militent minded, thug ass, mutha fuckin niggas,
ya bitch made motha fucka. Let my niggas be niggas.
Figure mutiny on the bounty, aint no scrutiny, you know how
to call when you in the county, bitch. Gooney was half the craft,
just one of my stoodies. You moddy, ah? Wher your loochey at?
I know where that poochie's at, you boochie ass. Pretty boy, you was
a fag, I think he fucking a white boy. Im a motor cycle. I was born
to ride psycho. Baby, im even worse than before. Mom, can i call
you when im lost?
In a coffin of hot sauce, final fall in foe sho. Roach killas got money
for thuggin niggas. He dont got no Doja, and sure enough, he dont
got no scrilla, and sure enough, he dont got no scrilla, told ya.
Helplessly claim that i shorted you out, voted you out, closed you
out. Nigga, you know what this bussiness about?
Got my dick in your mouth. I got my dick in your mouth. Check it out.

Chorus.

These niggas better duck when I buck my tool. Nigga break yourself.
Bitch, drop, dont move. Nonetheless flesh must unfold (hot, hot)
glock, drop, stalking gat fools. Ready to pap you if we have to. I do.
Really dont know whats happening. Stack go thuggin with the
killas way back, rollin out, and our goal : to go triple platinum.
Tease killas from off St. Claire, the all hells fin to break loose.
If you declare war, i declare war. Send in my troops, swoop through.
In come nuclear warheads, slay. Im sendin it you, when I pull
the trigger, missles drop, the I make your body move. Dance
Hater. Yall aint ready n steady, thinking you can fuck with the thugs.
Oh damn, you niggas got tons of swords shapr like a double edged
machetti. We rollin out heated heavily, 50 calibers and AKs. No love
for the mutha fucking po-po. Kill em all and piss on their fucking
graves. Cleveland, better believe, we stay thevin, and every last
evening I'ma retreat, but proceed with ease, (leavin em).
Cleveland up to they coatroom bleeding. Me n hustlas down for the
money, murda, and mayhem. C Land I.A. (I.A.) Where them
heartless thugs bail through the wasteland.

Chorus

All this damn chronic, done got me out some helligied times. See,
we be the honest, promise to bring the bomb shit. Blow you away.
Put it on my thugs. Put it on my thugs, Yeah, Yeah.

Chorus.
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