DJ Battlecat - Bonnie & Clyde II lyrics

(Ice Cube) Got me a down a** girl on my team With an infa-red beam... Verse 1 (Ice Cube) There go the n***as 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***as hands, waitin' for a chance Do you got the yey, what the motherf**ers 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 motherf**ers have it Walk back with my strap, gas on my chest Let me get a taste test Tongue got numb, then I said f** That! This a motherf**in' 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 f** 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 a**, dude should I blast? Snatched the heat from under the seat Roll down the windows to let 'em have it f**in' with this bad mamma-jam-it Yeah, I threw this sh** in reverse Grab a nine, by my side Who ride? Bonnie & Clyde, n***a... (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' a** like a motherf**in' 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 sh** I be hatin', when these f**in' Daytons Get to Ice-Skating Yo-Yo, back seat driving, shut the f** up (Yo-Yo) You shut the f** 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** the penitentiary Wanna get my sh**, I'mma click it Knew the job was f**ed up when I took it (Yo-Yo) sh** is scandelous Ninety-five, latest mobster sh** 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 b**h with the quickness You know it's all business (Robbin', stealin', k**in' at willin') (Ike and Tina, Marie and Donny...) (Robbin', stealin', k**in' at willin') (...Ashford and Simpson, Clyde and Bonnie) (Take that, motherf**ers) (Robbin'...) (Take that...) (stealin'..) (Take that...) (Robbin', stealin'...) (Take that...) (Robbin', stealin', k**in' at willin' Always on the go cause the sh** was always loco)