Who Sang Clog Up Yo Mind? Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony

Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony The Art of War cover art
Release information
Release Date: 1997-7-29
length: 5:02
producer: DJ U‐Neek
mixer: Aaron Connor and DJ U‐Neek
recording engineer: Rhodri Davies, Aaron Connor, Virgil Davis Jr. and DJ U‐Neek
Lyrics
[Chorus]
Sit back, and let this thug ****, clog up yo' mind
Sit back, and let this thug ****, clog up yo' mind
Sit back, and let this thug ****, clog up yo' mind

Now, I'm ah ***** ta keep ta myself, and don't **** wit' nobody
I'm quiet, I'm thuggin'. Why are y'all so fast?
Ain't time ta take ta quicken put to derail my thugs
Well I might be Krayzie, civilized, I cruise in my Mercedes
As ah bye-bye, ***** feel tha Bone, now spray, hey
Especially foe tha police, man. I'm ah ***** wit' thug ****
'Cause I'm runnin' wit' tha *****z in tha hood and that's how we play
Want to feel ah my spray-pump hit yo' chest, and finally realize
Who you're **** with, ****in' with them *****z in Cleveland
Ya do whateva like he say
Then flip again, in the Land, got tha upper hand
'Cause I got tha gripping good delay
If you *****z can dash, wit' tha lethal mass
And then pass wit' tha very blast
It ain't innocent, you should never been there
In tha first place, fall, you got yo' curse today, hah
Willin' die-hard *****, want to give up fakin'
Nut devotion just do what you want
So *****, Krayzie Bone, real it now, and when did they lose?
You'll feel the vibe, *****
Killin' 'cause I'm Krayzie, *****, 'cause I got to get the money
Get the platinum fund to pay
But I'm ah be ah thinkin' 'bout my *****z
When I got ta do sum flippin', if a ***** ain't got my back

[Chorus]

Foe tha love of tha money, I keep spendin' yo
Just sum pap low ****, gotta let 'em hang low
Swangin' lead from my forty-four magnum though
Wit' ah nuttin' indo smoke, when my thugs be sure, sure
Hope ya know, I rip hearts, it's on, jackin' move
Then ya betta figure again, and quit plottin'
Takin' over this everyday, stoppin' to tha tough
Double Glock and it's not forgotten
*****es drop in Tha Clair
It's tha Bone Thugs, in this **** wit' Easy E and we made it
And ah ***** want to hate me 'cause I'm famous
I'd still leave 'em in tha streets, you can't blame us (lady luv)
'Cause when they catch me without my heat, and I'm thuggin'
In tha streets and I'm rollin'
Thuggin' by the deadliest G's, you can't **** wit us
To the pressure out of pressure, I'm loadin', blow you up
Y'all know we don't worship sin, it's tha hearts of men
And we'd tested stress, want to be blessed consists of tha sin
In tha ways of tha sin, to be dead.

[Chorus]

And I promised, that all tha souls would last
Til the days of tha lives of tomorrow
And if you'd follow, tha end of the world
Should ah come ah so soon, so I just follow, I know
I know, hey, how ta get down foe my thang
Enemies fold ya, lettin' me souls, gonna catch ya
Flossin' all tha way
Welcome to Tha Land, where all my chemicals unfold
It goes, around up in slow-mo
Been tickin', and I land down to Newport
I'm alone, yes, but I may not rest
Police will see me silenced stressin'
***** was steppin' up in ah, when I catched them thievin'
And I got 'em and there, gotta learn their lesson
Blastin', no more, no I'm not havin' it
Breakin' apart foe neva my daddy
Lil' Ripsta defeat go pathless, so I get crazy
And I face now's nasty blastin
For tha Bone, For tha Bone, hit 'em up, and lesson up tha violence
Screamin' on ah my murda mo, bullets get *****z, let's begin
A new riot, hittin', and buckin' them down to tha pave
'Cause I'm in tha new sense of me grave
Couldn't you hatas, wouldn't be saved, hate 'em
Hate ta shook, and put ah pen up in dem
Foe tha love of money makin' go crazy
And Benjamin Franklin please come save me
Hit tha weed, and y'all in, rollin' yo finga but spot ya
Bam 'em, yam 'em, fiend foe tha green see everybody sweatin'
Foe tha scenes, still in ah mist wit' tha clinch
An unprobable way of ah trial 'cause it's tha funk, sing

[Chorus]

(Now give it to 'em)
Ya, gotta sit back, smoke and choke, meditate, mental state
Wit' tha Bone, be one. We steadily grieve on, givin' you what
You need man, clone Bone, shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em
Let 'em know Bone in tha ****in' war (no, no)
You hataz make feel like, you want to feel my **********in' forty-four
But I gotta stay clean, it's cool, then unless he freein'
I'm mean sum cheese, me and my *****z, and this Mo' Thug, Mo' Thug
Cavalry, on tha streets
Ready ta ride, when it's time ta ride, ready ta kill
When it's time ta kill, you gon' die, you' gon' die
I've been tryin' if you really want to ride on down wit' Bone
Then come on, come on. If ya really want to ride, get down
But get stuff, but ya come on, come on

[Chorus]

Tracklist
12" Vinyl 1
  • 1 Retaliation (intro)
  • 2 Handle the Vibe
  • 3 Look Into My Eyes
  • 4 Body Rott
  • 5 It's All Mo' Thug
  • 6 Ready 4 War
  • 7 Ain't Nothin Changed (Everyday Thang, Part 2)
  • 8 Clog Up Yo Mind
  • 9 It's All Real
  • 10 Hardtimes (interlude)
  • 11 Mind of a Souljah
  • 12 If I Could Teach the World
  • 13 Family Tree
    12" Vinyl 2
  • 1 Thug Luv
  • 2 Hatin' Nation
  • 3 7 Sign
  • 4 Wasteland Warriors
  • 5 U Ain't Bone
  • 6 Get Cha Thug On
  • 7 All Original
  • 8 Blaze It (interlude)
  • 9 Let the Law End
  • 10 How Many of Us Have Them
  • 11 Evil Paradise
  • 12 Mo' Thug Family Tree

  • Release information
    label: Ruthless Records
    country(area): United States
    format: 12" Vinyl
    script: Latin