We Thuggin' - Fat Joe
[Fat Joe (R. Kelly)]
(Ooohhh, mmm)
Yea, uh, uh (Fat Joe and the R)
That sh_t y'all (Breakin sh_t down)
Shake that, funky, funky, funky (Yeah)
Sticky, icky, icky - yeah uh
I got that sh_t y'all
I got that sh_t y'all
Uh yo yo
[Fat Joe]
Crackman and I'm at it again
N_ggas had they run, now it's time for change
When we step in the club, n_gga tuck ya chain
Got the mink on - same color the Range
Uh, pour liqour for my n_gga that's gone
Big Pun! Then we party like we just came home
F_ck a b_tch if she act to grown
I don't need that sh_t, I got my wife at home
Uh words slurrin, dirty urine
Drunk off of Henny and the 'jo keep burnin
Dancin with shorty and her friend keep flirtin
I don't always crush two but tonight seems certain
Party hard like "F_ck all y'all!"
Bottles in the air like we stuck up the bar
Terror Squad man you know who we are
Cruise through ya block and them drop-top Bentley's is ours
[Chorus - R. Kelly]
Yeah, we thuggin, rollin on dubs and,
Off up in the club, whylin like what
Got Cris' on pop, Henny wit no chaser, mami don't stop
Throwin up six o'clock, plus I got four hun-nies in the drop
And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot
And it's full with hunnies, panties with no tops
We take a puff of 'dro be-atch
[Fat Joe]
Yea uh, yea yea yo
Everybody wanna know where the crib's at
N_ggas just now gettin ice, so we get that
Mami starin at me like she wanna get kidnapped
Money lookin happy with his wife but we triz that
Along with Lisa, Aisha, Shonda, Renee
Even ran through the dorms down in Morgan State
In Miami, pool-party off the chain
Gettin brains in the water on Memorial Day
Uh, grand-mami all cool and sh_t
It's ya birthday, show me what I'm foolin with
Like no doubt, pokin doll out, pull ya g-string down south
Owww! Pass that, give shorty a shot
True enough we gon' see if she naughty or not
I'm on E feelin ready and hot
I give 'em twenty a pop, leave the panties atop
[Chorus - R. Kelly]
[RK] Fat Joe, R. Kelly we pop up
[FJ] Yeah, Terror Squad, Rockland what the f_ck what
[RK] Fat Joe, R. Kelly we pop up
[FJ] Uh, uh, Rockland, Terror Squad what the f_ck what
[Both] Some of these kids is doin they own thing
But none of these kids stack chips like us
Some of these cats is doin they own thing
But none of these cats run tricks like us
[Chorus - R. Kelly]
[Fat Joe]
Haha, yeah uh
You know what this is
Chi-town - BX
What the f_ck what?
Out...
[feat. R. Kelly]
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