Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Thuggin', artist - Boyz N Da Hood. Date of issue: 06.08.2007
Song language: English
We Thuggin' |
| The whole click tote pistols |
| buck ya lucky charms |
| niggas got tats on they necks and they arms |
| so when you see us comin, duck cuz we bussin |
| flyin in the bucket, holarin fuck it cuz we thuggin |
| (times 2) |
| yeah |
| back in the lab, back on the block |
| back with them slabs, back with them glocks |
| run in ya drop, yeah nigga, we’ll run in ya spot |
| take ya little chains and ya colorful watch (heh) |
| stackin my greens, money get locked |
| still on the corner i stand, trafficin on blocks |
| we’ll pull a nigga card for real, yeah |
| my boys in da hood hard for real |
| and niggas say they ball, but what they talkin is lame |
| my whole clique strapped, and we off of the chain |
| plus alotta niggas fake, so ima say it out loud |
| cuz alot of niggas hate, but they dont say it out loud |
| i come from the a-town, we come from the playground |
| where niggas don’t play 'round, stand and we spray rounds |
| still thinkin', we run from the k-9s, |
| got the trap bumpin like the beat in the bassline |
| the whole click tote pistols |
| buck ya lucky charms |
| niggas got tats on they necks and they arms |
| so when you see us comin, duck cuz we bussin |
| flyin in the bucket, holarin fuck it cuz we thuggin |
| (times 2) |
| now, i roll wit the big dawgs. |
| certified street hawgs |
| niggas run the mess hall, all day with shit, yall |
| niggas lined up waitin on the whistle like a kick off |
| then form a circle round your ass like a tip off |
| all of this was up to you, feelin need to lip off |
| you done got me pissed off, now you gettin shipped off |
| plus i got a charge, so it’s guaranteed to jump off |
| got the pistol grip pumpers gaurenteed to dump off |
| we some real street cats, so we forever ballin |
| makin more than the government off these project housins |
| dawg, i stay thowed and blowed, i be wildin |
| on the set of photos with 2 hoes, im stylin |
| always on the scene, but rarely seen smilin |
| there aint a baddest pro from dallas to rhode island |
| boy before you do some dumb shit, boy you better think long |
| listen to these words close, this just aint no rap song |
| the whole click tote pistols |
| buck ya lucky charms |
| niggas got tats on they necks and they arms |
| so when you see us comin, duck cuz we bussin |
| flyin in the bucket, holarin fuck it cuz we thuggin |
| (times 2) |
| aye, nowadays i just moan and groan. |
| i had a deal for year but still my lights aint on |
| feel pain, deep in my bones |
| and keep one eye open cuz you here then you gone |
| walk up on these suckas like «whats up with that» |
| movin like a centipede, jukin like a quarterback |
| poppin off up in the streets, specially where my partners at |
| mosta dem got 10 a piece, but fuck it we some lumberjacks |
| take it there (take it there), yeah we can take it there |
| say you got a 'k' up in da trunk, lets see you make it there |
| i got my mindframe focused on this paper now |
| tryna buy a 100 acres, fillin up my bank account |
| tryna shake these haters off, thats what i been about |
| send a prayer for every slug rap before i send them out |
| i got dreams on that yacht drinkin guiness stout |
| but now im in the hood stickin to the shit i been about (edgehanger) |
| what the fuck is you sayin?! |
| bitch good as your talk, nigga die in this bitch |