Текст песни We Thuggin

(Ooh, mmm)
Yeah, 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

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 liquor 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

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 hunnies 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 beatch

Yeah uh, yeah, yeah, 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
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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

Ow, 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

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 hunnies 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 beatch

Fat Joe, R. Kelly we pop up
Yeah, Terror Squad, Rockland what the fuck what?
Fat Joe, R. Kelly we pop up
Uh, uh, Rockland, Terror Squad what the fuck what?

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

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 hunnies 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 beatch

Haha, yeah, uh
You know what this is
Chi-town, BX
What the fuck what?
Out