Bonnie & Clyde II

Lyrics

[Intro: Ice Cube] Got me a down ass girl on my team With an infrared beam... Sheeit...Westside! [Verse 1: Ice Cube] There go the niggas I'm supposed to meet We gon' do this, Yo-Yo, slide me the heat Knew they was punks from my very first glance Shakin' niggas hands, waitin' for a chance "Do you got the yay?" Heard a motherfucker say, "Right this way" In they trunks, super chickens, about six Lookin' like bricks, do I got the chips? Hell yeah, in the back of my ElCo "Can we walk wit' you?" I said "Hell no!" Yo-Yo, see my .44? Grab it About to let these motherfuckers have it Walk back with my strap, 'S' on my chest Let me get a taste test Tongue got numb, then I said "Fuck that! This a motherfuckin' jack..." [Hook] (Thinking of a master plan) (Why in the fuck would you think that it would stop? Plot) (Thinking of a master plan) (Why in the fuck would you think that it would stop? Plot) (Thinking of a master plan) (Why in the fuck would you think that it would stop? Plot) (I'm trying not to lose my head...) [Verse 2: Yo-Yo] I saw the homie pull his strap, I knew the deal had went bad Jumped in the hooptie, popped the trunk and started to blast Mashin' on fools, snatching cabbage and dough That's how it is, dealin' with loc's Fuck what you heard, act like you know Ain't no witness, just thought I'd let you know Lay the fool straight out, face down like five-o Ridin' wit' six birds, this ain't no joke The murder scene was a deal gone bad We punked them fools and took everything they had Now the only thing to do is get away Cops are on our ass, Cube, should I blast? Snatched the heat from under the seat Rolled down the windows to let 'em have it Fuckin' with this bad mamma-jamma Yeah, I threw this shit in reverse, grab a nine, by my side Who ride? Bonnie & Clyde, nigga... [Hook] (Thinking of a master plan) (McDonald's was my spot) (Thinking of a master plan) (Right in the drive-thru) (Thinking of a master plan) (Gettin' money out yo' ass like a motherfuckin' Ready Teller) (Now I got ends, wavin' to my friends) (I put that on my momma and my dead homies) (McDonald's) (Where ya at?) (Chain on his neck) (Where ya at?) (McDonald's) (Where ya at?) (Chain on his neck) (Where ya at?) (McDonald's) (Where ya at?) (Chain on his neck) (Where ya at?) (McDonald's) (Where ya at?) (McDonald's was my spot) [Verse 3: Yo-Yo & Ice Cube] Run, run, run from the ghetto pigeon It's all mathematic, weavin' outta traffic That's the shit I be hatin' When these fuckin' Daytons, get to Ice-Skating Yo-Yo, back seat driving, shut the fuck up You shut the fuck up, learn how to drive 1995, Bonnie & Clyde, wanted dead or alive Tryin' to jump out the LAPD Headin' up Century, fuck the penitentiary Wanna get my shit home to kick it Knew the job was fucked up when I took it Shit is scandalous, '95, latest mobster Shit don't stop, still bustin' out the coppers Nine in my lap, a fo'fo' in my ride Still bendin' corners, 'bout to hit the Eastside Straight hoo-ridin', Bonnie & Clyde'n All the way live from the Westside When Plan B to effect, had to do what's next Hopped out that bitch with the quickness You know it's all business (Robbin', stealin', killin' at willin') (Ike and Tina, Marie and Donny...) (Robbin', stealin', killin' at willin') (...Ashford and Simpson, Clyde and Bonnie) (Robbin', stealin', killin' at willin') (Ike and Tina, Marie and Donny...) (Robbin', stealin', killin' at willin') (...Ashford and Simpson, Clyde and Bonnie) (Take that, motherfuckers) (Robbin'...) (Take that...) (stealin'..) (Take that...) (Robbin', stealin'...) (Take that...) (Robbin', stealin', killin' at willin' Always on the go 'cause the shit was always loco)