all good (Yup, yup, yup, it's all G double O D, good, good, good) It's all good (Yup, yup, yup, it's all G double O D, good, good, good) (With me, with
翻訳: Moの悪漢とファミリー. オールグッド.
yup, it's all G-double-O-D, good, good, good) It's all good (Yup, yup, yup, it's all G-double-O-D, good, good, good, with me, with me, with me) [Felicia
sayin? how I remind them on how they used to be If you never heard of me yet Better get used to me Tho mo? money for guns, the mo? homicide The mo? pussies that run, the mo
-ge-geyeah, geyeah Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah You know I thug 'em, fuck 'em, love 'em, leave 'em 'Cause I don't fuckin' need 'em Take 'em out the hood, keep 'em lookin good
, momma raised a fucking thug Money on my mind, imagine what's up in the trunk And it get me to the life of funk driver store's thug On the other ridges
Palace Straight from Bankhead', I said, 'You good at it' Do what cha do, you and ya crew They even got playa's and thugs doin' it too The mo' that I
A, where the party at? Girl's on their way where that Bacardi at? Bottles and models talkin' all of that You know I can't forget about my thugs (Where the party at?) And all
Archangel Gonna surround my soul but go with the calico yo' We the tightest you know Mo, the Mighty Yes trues humbly united my family never divided Desperado, Thug Line, Mo Thug
Lay all through my hood? Sit back, everything gon' be all good Niggas ridin' real, knock on wood, goin' against the grain It's all the same, it's all
'em spin on all of y'all? Should let my 20s spin on all y'all haters? Everything we write, I swear, it's all original Niggas mad at bone because we be all
? Niggas that say and do What they want to (Bone Thugs) This rap game terror, money, murda mo and all that good shit Scandalous niggas, respect this (Bone Thugs
grindin' I'm leavin' you blinded by the size of Mo Thugs 'til you find us All the nigga know what the hood like In the streets gotta get that good life
feel my motherfuckin 44 But I gotta stay clean, it's cool, then unless he freein I'm mean sum cheeze, me and my niggaz, and this Mo' Thug, Mo' Thug
smooth thirty G's So all bodies must bleed, I need no witness So with-a-me slug, Mo Thug jumped into him smug Rolled the blunt up, good stuff reefer
