We Thuggin’
Fat Joe & Kool Savas
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Ooh, mm
Yeah, uh, uh
Fat Joe and the R (shake it, shake that shit y'all)
Breakin' shit down
Shake that, funky, funky, funky (what's up, Ron?)
Sticky, icky, icky, yeah, uh (shake it, shake it)
I got that shit y'all
I got that shit y'all, uh, yo, yo
Crackman and I'm at it again (uh)
Niggas had they run, now it's time for change (yeah)
When we step in the club, nigga, tuck yo' chain (what, what)
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 (yeah)
Fuck a bitch if she act too grown
I don't need that shit, I got my wife at home (whoo)
Uh, words slurrin', dirty urine (yeah)
Drunk off of Henny and the 'dro keep burnin' (come on)
Dancin' with shorty and her friend keep flirtin' (yeah, yeah)
I don't always crush two, but tonight seems certain (uh)
Party hard like fuck all y'all (yeah)
Bottles in the air like we stuck up the bar
Terror Squad, man, you know who we are
Cruise through yo' block in them drop top Bentley Azures
Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on dubs and (yeah)
Off up in the club (what) whylin' like what (whoo)
Got Cris' on pop, Henny with no chaser, mami, don't stop (yeah, uh, uh, uh, common)
Throwin' up six o'clock, plus I got four hunnies in the drop (aw)
And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot (uh)
And it's full with hunnies, panties with no tops (yeah, uh)
We take a puff of 'dro and be like, ooh (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 trace 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 your g-string down south, ow
Pass that, give shorty a shot (uh-huh)
Soon enough, we gon' see if she naughty or not (yeah, yeah)
I'm on E feelin' ready and hot
I give 'em 20 a pop
You wanna roll, leave the panties at top
Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on dubs and (yeah)
Off up in the club (what) whylin' like what (whoo)
Got Cris' on pop, Henny with no chaser, mami, don't stop (yeah, uh, uh, uh, common)
Throwin' up six o'clock, plus I got four hunnies in the drop (ow)
And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot (ow)
And it's full with hunnies, panties with no tops (yeah, uh)
We take a puff of 'dro and be like, ooh
Fat Joe, R. Kelly, we proper
Yeah, Terror Squad, Rockland, what the fuck, what
Fat Joe, R. Kelly, we proper
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 (yeah)
And off up in the club (what) whylin' like what (whoo)
Got Cris' on pop, Henny wit no chaser, mami, don't stop (yeah, uh, uh, uh, c'mon)
Throwin' up six o'clock, plus I got four hunnies in the drop (aw)
And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot (uh, no doubt)
And it's full with hunnies, panties with no tops (whoo)
We take a puff of 'dro and be like, ooh
Yeah, uh (shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it)
You know what this is (shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it)
Chi-town, BX (shake it shake it shake it shake it)
What the fuck what (shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it)
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