Shyne - Boys Will Be Boys lyrics

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Verse 1:

Speedin' on the highway, gangsta lean

One-Sixteen, full steam, kna meen?

bitches on my jock 'cause my flow is hot

spot the watch I got filled with rocks you can see from a block

when the light hit, strictly fishscale, fuck that light shit

menage out the garage, double pipe shit

lookin' at her like "Aiyo Ma, I know you likes this"

capital S, capital H, capital Y, capital N, capital E

spit three at his V he survived miraculously

killed the nigga who was layin' in the passengers seat

flow sick, no shit, roll six

head crack, walk the streets with my chain out for frontin'

blow your brains out for nothin'

fuck ya'll niggas walkin'?round like ya'll sayin' somethin'

what ya'll know about G4's?

SL's with the automatic door

let the automatic pour

and kill you niggas who act hard

flee to the Hamps, Atlantic Ocean be my backyard.

Chorus -

Boys will be Boys, Bad Boys, Bad Boys

Boys will be Boys, Bad Boys, Bad Boys

Boys will be Boys, Bad Boys, Bad Boys

Boys will be Boys, Bad Boys, Bad Boys

Verse 2:

Flow like what, princess cut, yellow rocks gleam

respect the team

hands tied, close your eyes, picture me rollin'

gangsta literally holdin'

stacks and Macs

I got the greyest jewerly nigga, need the plaques to match

to feed my Moms and my team sit back relax

fuckin' with this rap, still I pimp smack

fuck a bitch gap, show me where them bricks at

pants saggin', spazzin'

Gucci, with the double G pattern

nigga fuck around, put your stomach in your lap'n

Seven-thirty, stay dirty, respect the game

got this shit locked like John T. McLain

get up in that ass like Pamela Lee

shot Clyde, fucked Bonnie, Thelma, and Louise

fuck a dream

I got a Seventeen shot magazine that materialize everything to cream.

Chorus 4x

Verse 3:

Gangsta life, fuck a block format

put it down for my niggas who hold Macs

sell bricks and catch cases, reload, spray, shoot

half them them state troops

and thats word to Jesus`

fracture bones, crack ya dome

we don't flash the chrome, we blast ya gone

nevertheless, sell half wet, measure the rest

sniff a little bit so I can mix pleasure with death

for my bitches princess cuts and emerald sets

American express, uh, whip it out

fuck a price bitch, just pick it out

want a little CLK? deep dish it out?

on your car phone headed to your bitches house

Pirahda gucci things, Cartier doobie pins

you could live, but bet I Indian give

fuck your friend

take your shit back and give her the gems

ya'll wear the same size, tell the same lies

got the same cunt, bitch don't front

it's the best, who wan' know?

718 to 90210.

Chorus 4x