Lyrics: Layzie Bone: Law Of Attraction: Chiefin In My Wahoo (Featuring R.O.B & Money B)
Yo
Mo Thug!
Mo Thug!
Mo Thug!
Mighty mighty Mo Thug!
I’m Lil’ Layzie Bone, and I got my Cleveland dawgs up in here. What up R.O.B? What up B Money? Let’s rap for the city man, slam your baseball cap on that Chief Wahoo and let’s go at it like this, man. Cleveland style, nigga let’s get that money.
Chiefin’ in my wahoo
They all know why the rims stay low
Chiefin’ in my wahoo
Stay smoked out and we get that dough
Chiefin’ in my wahoo
Yeah it’s goin’ down
I’m a beast in the streets
I’m a dog off the leash
Straight out the dog pound
I’m just chiefin’ in my wahoo
Low key in that one coup
Let’s just ride around and gettin’ in with 2 chains
2 cups too
Plus Layzie done brought that law through
Yeah baby that Buddah love
So fuck what you smokin”cause that ain’t the potion for these
The smokers at ease the thugs see me I am out of the pound been holdin’ it down for awhile
Wahoo smile
And if it’s beef we handlin’ it now
Fuck goin’ to trial
And I be riches over bitches
Ride with real niggas never snitchin’
All we want is that money
The mission is to get it
With the (?) is given
My hat on tilt
My ass low
My bitch bad
I’m good
I’m from Cleveland
I’m out the pound
My niggas know that I’m hood
R.O.B pull to the spot with a bad chick
See niggas standin’ around with some mad shit
Perfect in effect gotta get cash quick
But the fact is I really don’t give a shit
Got my mind on my money
Money on my mind
My kids fine
My brother (?) instead of breaking the goddamn law is what I’m seeing every time
I’m with Layzie
Goin’ Krayzie
Getting Bizzy in this bitch
Bitches young B Money, all you know that I’m the shit
That’s right, wish you would try to play me
I rip you out your flesh and bones
From day one pussy nigga I’ve putting on
Ask R.O.B, ask Layzie Bone, we getting money over here
Do you need a loan?
Yellow diamonds, bipolar, that’s them crazy stones
Yellow bitch, that shit foreign, that’s Rosetta Stone
Cleveland, Ohio, bitch that’s my home
I’m a dog off the leash, bitch let me roam
All we do is ride candy leather and chrome
Pumping in my stereo, is that Bone Bone Bone
All through my city, trapping on my phone,
Say the wrong words, niggas get to dial tone
My ring tone, that’s my new song
Never roll flexin’ with my Chief Wahoo on
Got me puffin’ on that peyote
While I’m thuggin’ off in my teepee
All I do is smoke
Get it in with my folks
From Cleveland City up to EC
Chiefin’ chiefin’
Ain’t no better reason creepin’
They all know why the rims stay low
Rollin’
Pockets all swollen
Coastin’
I move slow cause the rims say so
24’s
Drop top
No roof
No rules
I shine with that candy paint
It match with my shoes
Then I hit the gas and I move pretty fast
Cause a nigga built to last
foe tha love of money
gotta do it
gotta get it
gotta stay up out the feds cuz I do it for the cash
smash and mash
It’s a race to the finish
niggas on the hustle
Ain’t no muthafuckin’ gimmick
we go hard and Master P these fools
we get ’bout it
ain’t no muthafuckin’ limits
Fuck spinach
Pop ’em in the eye
Bushwick beer
They underestimate the size
Callin’ my doctor lil’ nigga need a ride in the back of the Avalanche
We gonna die why?
Meet me in the sky
Y’all know when it’s goin’ down
I’m a dog off the leash
I’m a beast in the streets
And I paint the whole town brown
Pow
Now
I’m sending a message to niggas thinking they can handle me
Thug born
Raised in the Land
Got Indian in my family