Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thug World, artist - Kurupt. Date of issue: 12.10.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Thug World |
| I’m platinum while I’m gattin, now that finger’s shining |
| It’s nothin to a boss to bust wit cut diamonds |
| I’ma dig it, ya fiend for the verbals, I came to spit it |
| Big boss like a 500 Benz to a honda civic |
| Comin wit it, hit it, as soon as I finished, they say he shitted |
| Lit it up and kept the slug from the jumps, fuck a critic |
| Y’all opinion is like a asshole, I stick my uzi in it |
| Windows tinted, Took a stop at the corner for some business |
| I’ma take 7 suckas, Put 'em in a line |
| And add 7 more suckas, Who think they can time |
| I’ma take 7 more, Before I go for mine |
| Now that’s 21 suckas slumped at the same time |
| Ain’t no haters in here and it’s leather wood on the steering |
| We ain’t trippin, Stash spot heat in the ceiling |
| 1, 2, 3, 4 TV’s and 23's |
| You can barely see the tides, It’s the chrome when it gleams |
| In my thug world |
| You can get it, you can kick it, in my thug world |
| Hustlin and ballin till the sun go down, thug world |
| You can get it, you can kick it, in my thug world |
| Ballin and hustlin till the sun go down, thug world |
| Skis, Spread out in the glass house |
| Skate through the streets like ice |
| Skates in the 68, Town rob skate |
| Rob skate, Bounce break, Bounce make the earth quake |
| I’ma show you niggas bout a real g, Nigga |
| Most g niggas, It’s still me, Nigga |
| Bitches all around this motherfucker |
| Don’t make me have to clown this motherfucker |
| You betta sit down in this motherfucker |
| Cause this is my thug world, Gangsta paradise |
| I’m all hood, Nigga, I’m all ice |
| No matter what you said, I done said it twice |
| No matter what you said, I done said it twice |
| Cooked on like rice, Surround like vice |
| Kurupt motherfucker, And the bitch is a broad |
| Even dick psychic bitches like deon ward |
| Thug world |
| I keep 3 bitches wit me: Ross, Crystal, And Mary jane |
| Mary jane, Mary jane, You know you’re my everything |
| Smoke a pound back to back to back like the lakers |
| It’s nothin like a motherfuckin old school player |
| Like the NFL, But I don’t rush the quarterback |
| I’ll rush the whole thing back and i’ll pick up another slack |
| Mo chips than mandalay, Rippin representin the bay |
| But baby keep givin me the eye like everyday |
| Eyes like brown and skin tone coffee |
| I’m sippin hennessy, Gettin drunker than nick nolte |
| Straight so-soldiers, Drunk not sober |
| Sh-shoot you in ya chest, Let ya wind free like oprah |
| Green ones break down, We ain’t fuckin wit charlie brown |
| We ain’t rappin for peanuts, We want the meal tickets now |
| Narcoleptic, Sleepin disorder, Retrospective |
| Some niggas try to ball in the game and got intercepted |
| We do it from dusk till dawn like tarantino |
| Hustlin till the sun wake up, The bambino |
| In my thug world |