Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Still Thuggish Ruggish, artist - Bizzy Bone.
Date of issue: 13.07.2015
Song language: English
Still Thuggish Ruggish |
Niggas stay hashed out, hashed out |
Mash on these niggas til we passed out, passed out |
Laugh at these niggas cause we assed out, lets bow |
These niggas smacked me in the fast lane |
Last thangs I need is enemies, is that fame? |
Well that shit is lame oh no |
Original bang bang gotta maintain the main thang baby |
Lately always runnin from ladies |
Cause no one’s thinkin bout my babies |
Just maybe I’ll be lonely left, cause y’all gone crazy |
Got everybody out here wonderin if I’m broke, I don’t play that |
And we pray, and we pray |
Let everybody say that, and you can do what the fuck you wanna do |
Not like way back, hey |
Got mail from the payback, it’s evil all around |
Now, here we are, praise God, don’t hold us down |
Praise God, don’t hold us down |
Praise God, don’t hold us down |
If you got to get your clown on wit’cha |
Top down when ya hear the cop sound |
I gotta go punch em, calm down |
And when you’re in the club drunk and you think you see a punk |
He just might have a pump in the trunk, and ready to fuck you up (up) |
You niggas can’t get near me by not carryin the load (load) |
As soon as you get babies, she can’t wait to say, hello |
These niggas think they Panthers, keep movin, go get some Pampers |
Any questions get on your knees and get the answer |
Evidently everyday |
Who the only nigga you know? |
Who the only nigga you know, that’s thuggish ruggish? |
Ooh ain’t shit changed |
Who the only nigga you know? |
Who the only nigga you know, that’s thuggish ruggish? |
Ooh ain’t shit changed |
Who the only nigga you know? |
Who the only nigga you know, that’s thuggish ruggish? |
I still do the ditches with my song still fuckin with the lights on |
Sit up and real enough to look at the kids |
And tell em momma ain’t with us, us, us, us … |
It won’t be easy believe this |
We were birth inside the fetus |
Ghetto mamas still caught up in ghetto drama think of Columbine |
Pop pop, what if it happened to mine? |
Will I get paid and keep quiet, or say, fuck that and start a riot? |
Niggas lyin to me demons keep flyin to me |
Chuckin many in the street pimpin me fakin lets make history |
My people keep the flame in me help me make this money on my family |
I can feel it even if I died burn me |
They can’t kill it if they wanted to my spirits keep on hauntin you |
Can’t wait cause I’m the realest |
I come with the wickedness and pillage the village |
Stick with runaways |
Fuck these house niggas and grab your crotch nigga |
You slouch rat mouse, niggas bounce, niggas bounce, niggas bounce |
And my daddy, daddy, daddy’s on the chain gang |
Tell em bout the gunline boss the same thing |
And I hope they took a good picture somebody’s out to get ya |
Lay me down shit’s gonna happen right up wit cha |
I’ve seen murder on the news burnin smellin up the room |
And the bang won’t let me sleep |
I put in me latch, latched with a broom |
Strategize like, ahh, and it will materialize |
Fantisize like, ahh, and never materialize |
What am I the dead weight? |
It’ll be okay |
I’m hopin that choo choo ride out the real chance, real here |
So all my people with AIDS we can sit down and play some spades |
I ain’t afraid to to die smoked with Eazy everyday |
(Chorus till fade) |