- Votes:
- Composers:
- J Graham
- C Santiago
 
- Genres:
- Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
- 90s hip hop
- loved
 
- See also:
Cru - Bubblin' lyrics
What goes on, well
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 C R U, C R U, bubblin', bubblin'
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 C R U, C R U, bubblin', bubblin'
 I be that lay back loungin' from the Lafayette Ave.
 Talkin' mad lip an' shit that ain't my style
 Makin' mad chips an' I shall proceed
 An' I gets busy, that's word to my seed, what seed?
 The seed to my H Y dro an' the big Y O
 Gonna keep it fly though
 An' Yog, don't sleep, playas be yawnin'
 Wakin' up French kissin' duck tape the next mornin'
 See, it's time to pay dues, deliver the news
 Like you mass, we re-fuse to loose
 Rhymes an' booze, the life we choose
 Fight with the mic like Muslims an' Jews
 No shame in our game, things stay the same
 Niggas try to front, we ain't with the flame
 Never take the blame, too much game
 In the concrete jungle, our minds untamed
 You can clap your hands, the hands, you clap
 If your girl's in the club, it's your girl I'm at
 If you don't know, check the sound
 I am from the boogie down
 The Rhythm Blunt CRU, The CRU's Rhythm Blunt
 Hangin' niggas from his Versace, don't front
 Got big booty bitches but they ain't for sale
 With them big juicy lips like Rochelle, for real
 As I'm makin' funky tracks with my main man, Taj
 An' I gotta get a mil' so Shah can make the Haj
 I'm smart but not Maxwell, the demo's on the Maxell
 Then print the jam on wax is a back an' watch the Waxell
 I swell, Latin Kings like gorilla fam be like damn
 Yogi's comin' through Chad, my man
 Cru - Bubblin' - http://motolyrics.com/cru/bubblin-lyrics.html
 Rippin' microphones off hyper tones are the slow ones
 Then we about when our flow's done
 Bust you down like the last cigarette
 Rhythm Blunt CRU, we the best shit yet
 1 2, 1 2, 1 2, 1 2
 C R U, C R U, bubblin', bubblin'
 1 2, 1 2, 1 2, 1 2
 C R U, C R U, bubblin', bubblin'
 1 2, 1 2, 1 2, 1 2
 C R U, C R U, bubblin', bubblin'
 1 2, 1 2, 1 2, 1 2
 C R U, C R U, bubblin', bubblin'
 Aye, yo, I used to begin love with the girl named E Bridget
 Had a crush on Puffy, fat ass like a midget
 Rollin' with them kids, call 'em 'Uptown cosa nostra'
 Goin' state to state in a hoopta Testarosa
 I said, "Oh, Bridget, baby, know you drive me crazy
 When I see your body. you astound an' amaze me"
 She said, "Yogi bear. I ain't nothin' but trouble
 Keep me on the low, I'll see you when you bubble"
 Yo, I want the kingdom, the power an' the glory
 The whole story is gettin' money an' livin' honky dory
 Plenty, y'all fall, any an' all quickly
 Known to turn lezzbo strictly dickly
 Crushin' like a wreckin' ball when it fall
 I reckon y'all on a nigga, then give it its all
 Just give me some cash 'cause life is troublin'
 1 2, 1 2, let's start bubblin'
 1 2, 1 2, 1 2, 1 2
 C R U, C R U, bubblin', bubblin'
 1 2, 1 2, 1 2, 1 2
 C R U, C R U, bubblin', bubblin'
 1 2, 1 2, 1 2, 1 2
 C R U, C R U, bubblin', bubblin'
 1 2, 1 2, 1 2, 1 2
 C R U, C R U, bubblin', bubblin'

















