Lyrics We Thuggin' - Fat Joe, R. Kelly, Busta Rhymes

We Thuggin'

Sticky, icky, icky — yeah uh
I got that shit y’all
I got that shit y’all
Uh yo yo
Crackman and I’m at it again
Niggas had they run, now it’s time for change
When we step in the club, nigga tuck ya chain
Got the mink on — same color the Range
Uh, pour liquor for my nigga that’s gone
Big Pun!
Then we party like we just came home
Fuck a bitch if she act too grown
I don’t need that shit, I got my wife at home
Uh words slurrin, dirty urine
Drunk off of Henny and the 'jo keep burnin
Dancin with shorty and her friend keep flirtin
I don’t always crush two but tonight seems certain
Party hard like «Fuck all y’all!»
Bottles in the air like we stuck up the bar
Terror Squad man you know who we are
Cruise through ya block in them drop-top Bentley Azures
Yeah, we thuggin, rollin on dubs and
Off up in the club, wylin like what
Got Cris' on pop, Henny wit no chaser, mami don’t stop
Throwin up six o’clock, plus I got four hun-nies in the drop
And my man Joe’s got the keys to the spot
And it’s full with hunnies, panties with no tops
We take a puff of 'dro and be like, ohhhh
Yea uh, yea yea yo
Everybody wanna know where the crib’s at
Niggas just now gettin ice, so we get that
Mami starin at me like she wanna get kidnapped
Money lookin happy with his wife but we triz that
Along with Lisa, Aisha, Shonda, Renee
Even ran through the dorms down in Morgan State
In Miami, pool-party off the chain
Gettin brains in the water on Memorial Day
Uh, grand-mami all cool and shit
It’s ya birthday, show me what I’m foolin with
Like no doubt, pokin doll out, pull ya g-string down south
Owww!
Pass that, give shorty a shot
Soon enough we gon' see if she naughty or not
I’m on E feelin ready and hot, I give 'em twenty a pop
You wanna roll, leave the panties atop
Yeah, we thuggin, rollin on dubs and
Off up in the club, wylin like what
Got Cris' on pop, Henny wit no chaser, mami don’t stop
Throwin up six o’clock, plus I got four hun-nies in the drop
And my man Joe’s got the keys to the spot
And it’s full with hunnies, panties with no tops
We take a puff of 'dro and be like, ohhhh
Fat Joe, R. Kelly we proper
Yeah, Terror Squad, Rockland what the fuck what
Fat Joe, R. Kelly we proper
Uh, uh, Rockland, Terror Squad what the fuck what
Some of these kids is doin they own thing
But none of these kids stack chips like us
Some of these cats is doin they own thing
But none of these cats run tricks like us
Yeah, we thuggin, rollin on dubs and
Off up in the club, wylin like what
Got Cris' on pop, Henny wit no chaser, mami don’t stop
Throwin up six o’clock, plus I got four hun-nies in the drop
And my man Joe’s got the keys to the spot
And it’s full with hunnies, panties with no tops
We take a puff of 'dro and be like, ohhhh
Haha, yeah uh
You know what this is
Chi-town — BX
What the fuck what?
Out…
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump
Put ya back in, back out, do the hump
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump
Put ya back in, back out, do the hump
Whodi, I bring it back, whodettes, to the bottom of the maps
Whodi, I bring it back, whodettes, to the bottom of the maps
Whodi, I bring it back, whodettes, to the bottom of the maps
Whodi, I bring it back, whodettes, to the bottom of the maps
If you see a fly nigga baby girl yeah I don’t trip
Just give him lil' thigh mama give him lil' hip
And if you see a fly bitch nigga holla don’t trip
Break her off a few dollars take her on a few trips, go
Give him lil' thigh mama give him lil' hip
Then you give him lil' wind-up, give him lil' dip
If you see a fly bitch nigga holla don’t trip
Break her off a few dollars take her on a few trips, go