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