I said I do, and I do
But I don't do the dishes and the windows
She said she do, and she done
But she don't turn the fishes into minnows
Can't stop my hands from shakin' ...no ...no
Today's the day, I'm on my way
I'm bringing flowers to the girl I love
I won't be late, I'm on my way
I'm bringing flowers to the girl I love
They said we do, and we done
But we won't turn our feathers into pillows
We said we do, and we don't
And we won't turn the tables on our fellows
Can't stop my head from aching ...no ...no
Today's the day, I'm on my way
I'm bringing flowers to the girl I love
I won't be late, I'm on my way
I'm bringing flowers to the girl I love
Everytime I turn around, catch you on the fly
When our ships are passing by, sail up to the sky
Today's the day, I'm on my way
I'm bringing flowers to the girl I love
I won't be late, I'm on my way
I'm bringing flowers to the girl I loveMo murda, mo murda come, come again.
Krayzie:
Dear Mr. Ouija,
Let 'em know who the boss is, so nigga, you wanna get tossed in the river? Nigga, put 'em in the mud, see them pump blood.
Nigga, no love. Me show with the Bone, when I grab that chrome, gonna hawk ya down. Follow me roll, stroll down East
Ninety-nine. Gotta find these roll hoes. Nigga, if you woke up and all of a sudden, nigga, you was off in my hood, I'm a real
thuggish nigga, so a I would have to kill you, so die. I throw ya to the coffin, pick up my pump, dump chumps in the gutter.
Pain, nigga got too fucked up. Bang. Takin' no shorts, so fuck you, man. Claim my thang to slang them bloody bodies. Kill
'em all. Send them hoes up in flames. Krayzie insane to the brain. Hey, we slay niggas who think we play. Nigga, me deadly
with the gun, (we shoot, they be dead), and Bone runnin' with the gun, steady buckin', leavin' them bodies dumped off alley for
dead. "I'm here. Kill 'em all. Mo murda, mo murda," that's what Ouija said. Gotta put one in your head. Bang. We comin'
to serve ya. Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murda.
Mo murda, mo murda come, come again.
Layzie:
Will I die of murder, bloody mo murda, livin' in the Land of the Heartless, comin' up daily? Until-a me murder them all, I'm
never gonna fall, so I murder them, baby. Get 'em up with a me thugs, see 'em on the corner, and they slangin' them drugs.
Givin' up shots out to the glock-glock: eighty-eight through the ten-five, them killas be pumpin' them slugs. Niggas be fiendin',
me dealin', (they thought I spit) twelve gauge eruption, and I 'm on a roll. Total destruction, and steady me buckin', and bodies
be bustin'. Me killa with a buckshot. I'm a peel ya. #1 Assassin's still the realer nigga down for my crime. Niggas be down,
tryin' to stay to the grind. Niggas is goin' insane, takin' a shot to the brain, and man. So, call it a s