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Дата випуску: 18.02.2002
Лейбл звукозапису: SoSouth
Мова пісні: Англійська
Thug it Up |
Well I’mma saucy ass super throwed |
Southern style gumbo |
Pimp, I eat jumbo |
Shrimp, make a dumb ho |
Limp, cause her back broke up |
Your back in the track, that poke up |
Pay for the sack, the bag smoked up |
Now that’s gangsta, live in effect |
Crystal clear, gots to keep your pistol here |
(Why?) Cause Texas don’t play |
Don’t smile, don’t joke |
We stay for a lick, act frog and get croaked |
With a buck, blast, buck, blast your toothless |
And then they say, damn they ruthless |
Northside, Southside, we don’t care |
We don’t say no to money |
Too busy sayin, «YEAAA!» |
Lift candy to schools, weddings, malls |
Million dollar concerts, and ho’s in the walls |
All haters better peep like Tom |
Cause my clique, my city, shit even my baby momma |
We gonna thug it up |
Everyday of the month, anything I swang |
Got to have bang in the trunk |
We gonna thug it up |
Til I’m dead in gone, everythang I drive |
Got to be sitting on chrome |
We gonna thug it up |
Like a underground king, drop screens |
Byzletine, and my crease styled jeans |
We gonna thug it up |
Man thug it up, thug it up, wha? wha? |
Man I’mma thug it up |
Escalade, dub it up |
B.G. gettin' paid |
Big mouth, thug it up |
Might as well, shut it up |
Get outta line, slug it up |
Codine in the cup |
Diamonds bling, priceless cuts |
What’s up this year? |
They say the rap game changed |
No more rappin bout cars, and iced out chains |
Boys must be insane |
Real hustlers go on and get it |
How the hell you gonna live it? |
Money shorter then a midget |
Better get some more digits |
To talk about this |
No more cousin, R Kelly, see walking to this |
East coast to West, Mid-West to Tex |
Independent, Grammy-Nominated, Now what’s next? |
Dirty south, give respect |
We started them slangs |
Screaming «Parkin-lot Niggas» |
Sippin' Syrup with Bang |
Big flames, stained panes |
We ain’t new to this game |
R.I.P. Dj Screw |
This for the thug in you man! |
We gonna thug it up |
Everyday of the month, anythang I swang |
Got to have bang in the trunk |
We gonna thug it up |
Til I’m dead in gone, everythang I drive |
Got to be sitting on chrome |
We gonna thug it up |
Like a underground king, drop screens |
Byzletine, and my crease styled jeans |
We gonna thug it up |
Slim Thug gonna thug it up, I’ma, I’ma, I’mma |
I’ma thug it up |
With E.S.G. and Bun B |
Sippin on some Dun-P |
In a stretch RV |
Come see, the three |
Best that never rest |
Thugged out ?? |
With white tee’s on my chest |
«O yes!» Slim Thug change the code in the club |
Cause when I pull up on dubbs |
I get nothing but love |
I hit the bar |
Make the whole crowd think I’mma star |
Cause I blow mo' on doe |
Then you blow on your car |
By far, fo sho' I’m the opposite of Po |
The most ghetto boy ya know |
In a six double O |
I move slow, and sit low |
On a 84 elbow |
Spit flow, on the floor |
Trunk open and close |
We some Texas boys |
With candy Lexus toys |
Drive wreckless outta bars |
When we come out hard |
Give us our card |
Hater’s ya mouth, plug it up |
Cause me, E.S.G, and Bun B gonna thug it up |
We gonna thug it up |
Everyday of the month, anythang I swang |
Got to have bang in the trunk |
We gonna thug it up |
Til I’m dead in gone, everythang I drive |
Got to be sitting on chrome |
We gonna thug it up |
Like a underground king, drop screens |
Byzletine, and my crease styled jeans |
We gonna thug it up, thug it up |
We gonna thug it up, thug it up |
Thug it up |