Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thug It Up, artist - Slim Thug. Date of issue: 05.11.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |