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    "Bonnie & Clyde II" Lyrics


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    (Ice Cube) Got me a down ass girl on my team
    With an infa-red beam...

    Verse 1 (Ice Cube)
    There go the niggas 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' niggas hands, waitin' for a chance
    Do you got the yey, what the motherfuckers say
    Right this way
    In they trunks, super [chickens?] about six
    Lookin' like bricks, do I got the chips?
    Hell yeah, in the back of my Elco
    "Can we rock wit' you?" I said "Hell no"
    Yo-Yo, see my fo'fo'? grab it
    About to let these motherfuckers have it
    Walk back with my strap, gas on my chest
    Let me get a taste test
    Tongue got numb, then I said Fuck That!
    This a motherfuckin' jack...

    (Thinking of a master plan)

    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 snatching cabbage and dough
    That's how it is, dealin' with loc's
    Fuck 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 them fools and took everything they had
    Now the only thing to do is get away
    Cops are on our ass, dude should I blast?
    Snatched the heat from under the seat
    Roll down the windows to let 'em have it
    Fuckin' with this bad mamma-jam-it
    Yeah, I threw this shit in reverse
    Grab a nine, by my side
    Who ride? Bonnie & Clyde, nigga...

    (Thinking of a master plan)
    (McDonald's is my spot)
    (Thinking of a master plan)
    (Right in the drive-thru)
    (Thinking of a master plan)
    (Gettin' money out yo' ass like a motherfuckin' Ready Teller)
    (Now I got ends, wavin' to my fans)
    (I put that on my momma and my dead homies)
    (McDonald's) (Where ya at?)
    (Stand on his neck) (Where ya at?)

    Verse 3 (Yo-Yo & Ice Cube)
    (Cube) Run, run, run from the ghetto pigeon
    It's all mathematic, weavin' outa traffic
    That's the shit I be hatin', when these fuckin' Daytons
    Get to Ice-Skating
    Yo-Yo, back seat driving, shut the fuck up
    (Yo-Yo) You shut the fuck up, learn how to drive
    (Cube) Ninety-ninety-five, Bonnie & Clyde
    Wanted dead or alive
    Tryin' to jump out the LAPD
    Headin' up Century, fuck the penitentiary
    Wanna get my shit, I'mma click it
    Knew the job was fucked up when I took it
    (Yo-Yo) Shit is scandelous
    Ninety-five, latest mobster
    Shit 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 hoo-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 bitch with the quickness
    You know it's all business

    (Robbin', stealin', killin' at willin')
    (Ike and Tina, Marie and Donny...)
    (Robbin', stealin', killin' at willin')
    (...Ashford and Simpson, Clyde and Bonnie)

    (Take that, motherfuckers)
    (Robbin'...) (Take that...) (stealin'..) (Take that...)
    (Robbin', stealin'...) (Take that...)

    (Robbin', stealin', killin' at willin'
    Always on the go cause the shit was always loco)
    This song was submitted on November 28th, 2016.
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