Tytuł: How a thug like it

• Wykonawca: C-Murder
• Wyświetleń: 220

[C-Murder & Jermaine Dupri talking]
   C: JD turn it up, ya heard me
   JD: Yea
   C: C-Murder
   JD: Uh huh, Oh, Yea hmmm
   C: Ha what
   JD: Uh huh, uh
   JD: Ah Ha, Ah Ah
   JD: uh huh, uh huh
   JD: Uh, Ah Ha, Ah Ha
   JD: Uh ha, Brat, C-Murder
  
   Chorus:
   [C-Murder]
   You talk a good one shorty, you make me sweat
   How a thug nigga like girl?
   [Da Brat]
   Nice and wet
   You makin me hot and horny with what you poppin so far
   How a tru bitch like it C?
   [C-Murder]
   Nice and hard
  
   [C-Murder]
   You kinda fly, you kinda shy
   Wha'cha eat, wha'cha drive
   And you like them ghetto boys
   The ones who make that noise
   You know I'm thugged out, you know I do this, you know I do that
   And for a fact, you know I do things that make my pocket fat
   Cuz I'm tru, I hang with the man, you gave me the game
   Plus I'm fame, and now ya'll scream my name
   Call me a jogger, cuz you got me sweatin your style
   I ran a couple miles
   and some, see where I'm comin from
   I like em smooth, with cat eyes, and iced-out, and show 'nough
   You need the handcuffs, that rough stuff
   You talk a good one shorty, I mean that
   Now won't you lay on'r back,
   Let a thug between that
  
   Chorus: 2x
  
   [Da Brat]
   You kinda sexy, you kinda ghetto, with them slugs in your front
   C-Murder, can you hold me down, give a thug girl what she want
   Money and nice cars
   A house with a pool in the backyard
   Take me shoppin with No Limit, on the credit card
   ? this shrimp, push a Lambragini ta sick
   Drink Crystal when it's cold, I wanna mint the stick
   Go on and do this, and do that
   When you come home, to Brat
   You'll never want another girl again, this thug blew th
   Gimme the loot, so I can cop a new Jag
   And Brat dat I got it from you,
   With a 45 caliber too
   In case a nigga run up on me, I got somethin to shoot
  
   Chorus: 2x
  
   [Da Brat]
   We ride together
   Survive and die together
   I ain't leaving you never
   Tougher the leather, make it last forever
  
   [C-Murder]
   That's what I need Brat
   I hope you mean dat
   But yet these cat take these keys
   Let me show you where the cheese at
  
   [Da Brat]
   I can love you innocently
   Bring home at least 20 g's a week
   From hustlin in da street
  
   [C-Murder]
   Uh huh
   And I'ma take dat, then hit dat, then flip dat, then finish wit dat
   And hit you back, when you can trip cruise on a ship
  
   [Da Brat]
   Now I hold it down for you, you hold it d
  
   [C-Murder]
   Uh huh
   And I'ma ride for you
   If you ride for me
   I would even, die for you
   Now would you die for me
  
   Chorus: 2x
  
   [Jermaine talking]
   5-0-4
   ta the 4-0-4
   Ha, you know
   Yea, huh, out