Hi-D-Ho Krayzie Bone
"Hi-D-Ho" by Krayzie Bone, released in 2000, blends hip-hop and rap (#HipHop). The song explores themes of resilience, success, and the struggles of life. Its unique fast-paced flow and melodic hooks highlight Krayzie's signature style. The track contributed to the mainstream appeal of Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, influencing the genre's sound.
Yo. I like that. Turn that up some. Oh yea. It's like
It's like, it's like, it's like, it's like, it's like
It's like, it's like, it's like
Who be the realest, the illest, most chillest nigga
That could ride any rhythm in here?
That gotta be Krayzie Jackson blazing at 'cha, doing
Ya right in ya ear, ever so clear
Spitting verses that come thirsty for more
So I split 'em, serve 'em, twirl 'em right from the door
Now look who's back on the scene, the lyrical genius Krayzie
Style after style, I get down I get wild, like I'm
Drowning a bottle of Gin, I got to
So my speech is slurring, and I see a blurry vision
Nigga, you 'bout to get it, watch out
Where the gangstas at? Where the ballers at? Where the
Brawlers at? Where my dogs is at?
Where them niggas that don't give a fuck about
Nothing, motherfuckin buckin and all of that
Keep it thuggish ruggish baby, baby, baby, put up the
Dough if you think you can fade this, Bone, Bone
Bone, Bone, Bone
I am what I am as a thug in the Land
Never ran and I stand with a gun in my hand
If you want it, come get it, we got it, this beef
Is hot and ready, bring it, come on
It's like, it's like, it's like, it's like, it's like
It's like, it's like, it's like
Who be the realest, the illest, most chillest nigga
That could ride any rhythm in here?
That gotta be Krayzie Jackson blazing at 'cha, doing
Ya right in ya ear, ever so clear
Spitting verses that come thirsty for more
So I split 'em, serve 'em, twirl 'em right from the door
Now look who's back on the scene, the lyrical genius Krayzie
Style after style, I get down I get wild, like I'm
Drowning a bottle of Gin, I got to
So my speech is slurring, and I see a blurry vision
Nigga, you 'bout to get it, watch out
Where the gangstas at? Where the ballers at? Where the
Brawlers at? Where my dogs is at?
Where them niggas that don't give a fuck about
Nothing, motherfuckin buckin and all of that
Keep it thuggish ruggish baby, baby, baby, put up the
Dough if you think you can fade this, Bone, Bone
Bone, Bone, Bone
I am what I am as a thug in the Land
Never ran and I stand with a gun in my hand
If you want it, come get it, we got it, this beef
Is hot and ready, bring it, come on
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