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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

Crack man 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 Henry 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, Henry 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

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

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 ya'll 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

Oww! 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

You wanna roll leave the panties atop

Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on dubs and

Off up in the club, whylin' like what

Got Cris' on pop, Henry 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, 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, Henry 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

Yeah uh

You know what this is

Chi-town, BX

What the fuck what?

Out

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