Tytuł: We Thuggin

• Wykonawca: Fat Joe
• Wyświetleń: 565

[Fat Joe (R. Kelly)]
  (Ooohhh, mmm)
  Yea, uh, uh (Fat Joe and the R)
  That shit y'all (Breakin shit down)
  Shake that, funky, funky, funky (Yeah)
  Sticky, icky, icky - yeah uh
  I got that shit y'all
  I got that shit y'all
  Uh yo yo
  
  [Fat Joe]
  Crackman and I'm at it again
  Niggas had they run, now it's time for change
  When we step in the club, nigga tuck ya chain
  Got the mink on - same color the Range
  Uh, pour liqour for my nigga that's gone
  Big Pun! Then we party like we just came home
  Fuck a bitch if she act to grown
  I don't need that shit, 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 "Fuck 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
  Niggas 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 shit
  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 fuck what
  [RK] Fat Joe, R. Kelly we pop up
  [FJ] Uh, uh, Rockland, Terror Squad what the fuck 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 fuck what?
  Out...