"Complicated" as written by Edward Jr. Hinson, Dwayne Johnson, Katari T. Cox, Malcolm Greenidge, Anthony Henderson and Stanley Howse....
Layzie Bone, Bizzy Bone, featuring The
Outlawz. Forever Young.


(Why you got
to go and make things so complicated?) Just rock with me, baby/
Instead of walkin' around, come cool with me/ Instead of
havin' your doubts, come rock with me, baby so...

-Kastro-
All of your life all she wanted to be was
somebody with a college degree/ So 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 pizazz'/ 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 family and beer
(Beer)/ Most niggas' square, but my mind ain't
designed to care (That's right nigga)

-E.D.I.
Amin-
Now, you can move slow, or you can 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, weed with the cig on it/ Now, you ain't a dime piece
(Nope), but you's a strong lady/ 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

-Chorus-

-Layzie Bone-
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 motherfuckers/ 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 doing? Hello"
(What's up, girl?) If you ain't got no fellow, let me
take you to that other level/ And she was with it, with 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... silly
motherfuckers

-Chorus-

-Layzie
Bone-Outro-
Now, I got game, mo' game/ Sit back and
watch the movie, let it play/ We hear the same ol' shit
everyday/ Get high and watch the paper stack
Yeah, Bone
Thugs. Yeah, Outlawz. Uh, Deenucka. Self Service Entertainment.
Deuce Double-O 4. Thug niggas. 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, ya'll.


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"Complicated" as written by Dwayne Johnson Edward Jr. Hinson

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