Информация о песне На данной странице вы можете ознакомиться с текстом песни Complicated, исполнителя - Bone Brothers
Дата выпуска: 21.02.2005
Возрастные ограничения: 18+
Язык песни: Английский
Complicated |
Just rock with me baby |
Instead of walkin around, come cool with me baby |
Instead of havin your doubts, come rock with me baby |
So — WHY YOU GOTTA GO AND MAKE THINGS SO COMPLICATED? |
All of your life, all she wanted to be |
Was somebody with a college degree |
Swore up and down that you ain’t need me |
I used to tell you all the time that it ain’t easy |
Puppy love’s what we had in the past |
Now you a lady and you full of pizzazz |
You tell me that I’m crazy and my life won’t last |
I’m gettin cash comin out my ass |
I got game, I can’t change, I swear |
All I love is my family and beer (beer) |
Most niggas is square |
But my mind ain’t designed to care (that's right nigga) |
Now you can move slow, or you could shake it fast |
It don’t matter girl, go on and bounce your ass |
See I’m a boss playa, just like my big homies |
Addicted to money with weed with the cig' on it |
Now you ain’t a dimepiece (nope) but you’s a strong lady (yeah) |
Your ass is think, lookin sweet like a prom date |
But I ain’t the prom king, bitch I’m the prom fiend |
E.D.I. the crunk king, c’mon, do your thing |
Just rock with me baby |
Instead of walkin around, come cool with me baby |
Instead of havin your doubts, come drink with me baby |
So — WHY YOU GOTTA GO AND MAKE THINGS SO COMPLICATED? |
I’m a thug and he a thug, be showin love to the Thug Brothers |
In the streets or in the club we some cool muh’fuckers |
Come and kick it with me shorty, we tryna get to know you |
Don’t need anything cause my clique is wide, we bonafied soldiers |
Dance floor is where I met her, Sean Paul was in the speakers |
Twistin the hips and doin that reggae shit, damn I wanted to freak her |
But instead I played it mellow, like «How you doin? Hello» (what's up girl) |
If you ain’t got no fella, let me take you to that other level |
And she was wit it, wit it; I’m talkin about off the hinges |
Grey Goose and Hennessy, this bitch was Dennis Menace |
Pullin my sleeve and I’m like, «Damn baby, hold on |
You fuckin up the Phat Farm suit, bitch roll on» |
You complicate my pimpin hand, can’t you see I’m a simple man? (L-Burna) |
You fuck around and wear a brick, from the Timberland’s |
Situation went fine, baby way passed faded |
So (WHY YOU GOTTA GO AND MAKE THINGS SO COMPLICATED?) |
Silly motherfuckers! |
Now, I got game, mo' game |
Sit back and watch the movie, let it play |
We do the same ol' shit every day |
Get high, and watch the paper stack; now can you handle that? |
Yeah, Bone Thugs, yeah, Outlawz |
Uh, Deenucka, Self Service Entertainment |
Deuce-double-oh-fo', Thug niggas. |
(WHY YOU GOTTA GO AND MAKE THINGS SO COMPLICATED?) |
Don’t give these bitches the time of day when they around here actin up |
And actin like they don’t know the motherfuckin program |
Bitch beat it, we not on that bullshit |
This real thug shit, real soldiers, respect us like that |
Cause we will smack the shit out you, ha ha, motherfuckers |
Yeah, yeah, Layzie Bone y’all |