| C: JD turn it up, ya heard me JD: Yea
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| JD: Uh huh, Oh, Yea hmmm
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| C: Ha what
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| JD: Uh huh, uh JD: Ah Ha, Ah Ah JD: uh huh, uh huh
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| JD: Uh, Ah Ha, Ah Ha JD: Uh ha, Brat, C-Murder
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| You talk a good one shorty, you make me sweat
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| How a thug nigga like girl?
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| Nice and wet
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| You makin me hot and horny with what you poppin so far
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| How a tru bitch like it C?
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| Nice and hard
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| You kinda fly, you kinda shy
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| Wha’cha eat, wha’cha drive
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| And you like them ghetto boys
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| The ones who make that noise
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| You know I’m thugged out, you know I do this, you know I do that
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| And for a fact, you know I do things that make my pocket fat
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| Cuz I’m tru, I hang with the man, you gave me the game
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| Plus I’m fame, and now ya’ll scream my name
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| Call me a jogger, cuz you got me sweatin your style
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| I ran a couple miles
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| and some, see where I’m comin from
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| I like em smooth, with cat eyes, and iced-out, and show 'nough
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| You need the handcuffs, that rough stuff
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| You talk a good one shorty, I mean that
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| Now won’t you lay on’r back,
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| Let a thug between that
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| You kinda sexy, you kinda ghetto, with them slugs in your front
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| C-Murder, can you hold me down, give a thug girl what she want
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| Money and nice cars
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| A house with a pool in the backyard
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| Take me shoppin with No Limit, on the credit card
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| this shrimp, push a Lambragini ta sick
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| Drink Crystal when it’s cold, I wanna mint the stick
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| Go on and do this, and do that
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| When you come home, to Brat
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| You’ll never want another girl again, this thug blew th Gimme the loot, so I can cop a new Jag
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| And Brat dat I got it from you,
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| With a 45 caliber too
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| In case a nigga run up on me, I got somethin to shoot
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| We ride together
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| Survive and die together
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| I ain’t leaving you never
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| Tougher the leather, make it last forever
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| That’s what I need Brat
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| I hope you mean dat
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| But yet these cat take these keys
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| Let me show you where the cheese at I can love you innocently
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| Bring home at least 20 g’s a week
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| From hustlin in da street
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| Uh huh
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| And I’ma take dat, then hit dat, then flip dat, then finish wit dat
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| And hit you back, when you can trip cruise on a ship
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| Now I hold it down for you, you hold it d Uh huh
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| And I’ma ride for you
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| If you ride for me I would even, die for you
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| Now would you die for me ta the 4−0-4
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| Ha, you know
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| Yea, huh, out |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song How A Thug Like It , by - C-Murder. Song from the album Best Of C-Murder, in the genre Поп