Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Thuggin', artist - Fat Joe. Date of issue: 26.11.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |