Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song How A Thug Like It, artist - C-Murder.
Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Song language: English
How A Thug Like It |
C: JD turn it up, ya heard me JD: Yea |
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 |
You talk a good one shorty, you make me sweat |
How a thug nigga like girl? |
Nice and wet |
You makin me hot and horny with what you poppin so far |
How a tru bitch like it C? |
Nice and hard |
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 |
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 |
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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 |
We ride together |
Survive and die together |
I ain’t leaving you never |
Tougher the leather, make it last forever |
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 I can love you innocently |
Bring home at least 20 g’s a week |
From hustlin in da street |
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 |
Now I hold it down for you, you hold it d 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 ta the 4−0-4 |
Ha, you know |
Yea, huh, out |