Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thug Passion, artist - 2Pac. Date of issue: 12.02.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Thug Passion |
| Alright, new drink: one part Alizé, one part Cristal |
| Thug’s passion, baby, y’all know what time it is |
| This drink is guaranteed to get the pussy wet and the dick hard |
| Now, if you with me, pour a glass and drink with a nigga |
| You know what I mean? |
| I ain’t tryin' to turn you all niggas into alcohols… alcoholics |
| I’m just tryin' to turn you into motherfuckin' thugs |
| So come and get some of this thug passion, baby |
| Man, I could, pull like they dick would, be good until it’s relevant |
| But I’m a straight soldier that I’ll roll up a nigga like it’s heaven sent |
| Trippin' over dead presidents, they got these derelicts |
| I thought was down with this business, tryin' to clown and get a cent |
| And so rather than stand forever, been thinkin' |
| Drinkin' over a felony and hell of me and how it will be in hella shit |
| People tellin' me to cool out, but they ain’t feelin' me |
| A motherfuckin' fool 'bout my fuckin' cheddar cheese |
| And it pleases, passion of mine, thuggin' |
| Huggin' plenty of G’s and laughin' while passin' through times |
| And all these backstabbers be watchin', just keep it plain |
| I’ma keep it the same partner, just take it the simple game |
| I can, pinkle with rain twinklin', diamonds and things go blinkin' |
| Enough to hold me 'til I’m old and wrinklin' |
| These adversaries, they gon' have to be worryin' |
| 'Cause I’ma be illin', fulfillin' my passion |
| 'Til I’m buryin' my thug passion |
| I heard it’s the bomb |
| And you got it goin' on |
| Give me some of your thug passion, baby |
| You got me drippin' wet |
| From the way you make me sweat |
| Give me some of your thug passion, baby, ohh |
| Now what if me turn this Hennessy into a robbery? |
| The prophecy probably suddenly switch how it supposed to be |
| And dirty money can’t be evil 'cause it’s fillin' up my tummy |
| Born in a position, death collision was futuristic |
| Twistin' riches, but there’s only one way to make more |
| So I’m standin' on the corner tryin' to hustle in the snow |
| And my bigger bro, couldn’t know |
| But buy a .44, blastin' at playa haters wantin' more |
| With a thug passion |
| Puttin' down, mashin', control by this thug’s passion |
| Unlike them other bustas pistol blastin', I’m askin' what happened |
| To the niggas who kept it real like they claim to? |
| That’s what money and fame do, see, they ain’t true |
| Travelin' this road, my poor soul has been consolidated |
| With all this bullshit that I done tolerated |
| How I made it can be easily stated |
| It’s like my hardest bring the grip with the passion |
| Left me to fuckin' greatest, load up and take shit |
| Make it to some high dollar gangsta shit |
| Jack a stack 'til we got enough bank to split |
| Creep with me, through that immortal flow (That's right) |
| Thug passion got you tremblin' like Death on the Row (Yeah) |
| Make your move, so I can throw your mind a curve |
| While I’ll be blowin' up the scene, like my nigga Mr. Herb |
| Take a toke, as your heart goes full arrest |
| I got the bomb, so nigga, fuck the rest |
| You need a thug to get you flowin' and let that loc see smoke |
| Feelin' the strokes of the 9 squeeze tight and slow |
| I heard it’s the bomb |
| And you got it goin' on |
| Give me some of your thug passion, baby |
| You got me drippin' wet |
| From the way you make me sweat |
| Give me some of your thug passion, baby, ohh |
| They say money don’t make the man, but damn, I’m makin' money |
| Observin' you motherfuckers 'cause some of you bitches funny |
| Say you want it, but you bullshittin' |
| Lickin' them lips, you got me 'bout to act a fool quick |
| Sippin' on some Alizé and Cristal |
| Meanwhile, buy me a drink and get to winkin' at me |
| She smiles; |
| a nigga’s full of passion, satisfaction is everlastin' |
| «How does it feel?» |
| What I’m askin' while I’m rubbin' on that ass |
| «Why you laughin'?"See, I’m diggin' as if I’m curious |
| Full blown and furious, baby, get a grip, when I be doin' this |
| It’s so physical, my attraction |
| Driven by alcohol, beware of my reaction |
| Baby, I’m born to ball, thugged out on Death Row |
| You better recognize and picture what I said so |
| Now you can feel it, it’s a potion for my niggas in motion |
| Forever blastin', bitches ain’t ready for this thug passion |
| I heard it’s the bomb |
| And you got it goin' on |
| Give me some of your thug passion, baby |
| Thug passion |
| You got me drippin' wet |
| From the way you make me sweat |
| Give me some of your thug passion, baby, ohh |
| Thug passion |
| I heard it’s the bomb |
| And you got it goin' on |
| Give me some of your thug passion, baby |
| Thug passion |
| You got me drippin' wet |
| From the way you make me sweat |
| Give me some of your thug passion, baby, ohh |
| Thug passion |
| I heard it’s the bomb |
| And you got it goin' on |
| Give me some of your thug passion, baby |
| You got me drippin' wet |
| From the way you make me sweat |
| Give me some of your thug passion, baby, ohh |
| I heard it’s the bomb |
| And you got it goin' on |
| Give me some of your thug passion, baby |
| You got me drippin' wet |
| From the way you make me sweat |
| Give me some of your thug passion, baby, ohh |