Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I'm A Thug, artist - Mac Dre. Album song Rapper Gone Bad, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.1998
Record label: Thizz Nation
Song language: English
I'm A Thug |
| Yeah yeah |
| This is a money-motivated song, man, right? |
| If you’re allergic to paper |
| You might not fit in when niggas gon' have do a caper, man |
| Yeah |
| We ain’t allergic to paper, man |
| So we gon' try to turn you niggas around, man |
| Yamean? |
| Yeah |
| We gon' try to motivate y’all to get your money |
| Cause we money-motivators |
| The way I feel about this here be so detrimental |
| How a PS nigga click with that Double R kennel |
| 530, I’m dirty, hate to say it |
| Represent turf titans and tight with major players |
| With mo' seasoning, suckers be sneakin in the circle |
| Urkel niggas soakin every line, still ain’t with the verbals |
| Get to hoppin' hurdles like Jesse Owens in the fast |
| Return-type tactics so quick shakin' that past |
| In they entourage bitches be hazy like the samurais |
| Get the mullah, stay savage and suave |
| Now is that swavage? |
| Well certainly |
| Still I keep it global |
| Multiple skyscraper paper, unknown totals |
| Who we? |
| Who that be? |
| Dubee, ask your peoples |
| I leave Sasquatch footprints and keep it off the heezo |
| Cizzo please, it ain’t no need in hawkin' me |
| Please believe, I breathe on greenbacks, yamean? |
| The way I feel about loot |
| Ooh, it ain’t no doubt about it |
| I’m a thug |
| Say how you do, sir? |
| Well, everything is everything, how 'bout you, brah? |
| Man, I’m tryin to get my paws on some loot, sir |
| If it ain’t scratch it ain’t shit, how 'bout you, sir? |
| Yeah that’s the truth, brah |
| Say I’m a natural, call me 7−11 |
| Playboy, it’s factual, I stay high as the heaven |
| I’m like the castle |
| On the chess boards slide front to backwards |
| Up and down, side to side, boy, we at this |
| Me, Dre and Dubee savages in the masses |
| They call my type of people roguish-ass bastards |
| I pull a babe in and tell her flip the matress |
| And get the cash quick |
| Now player listen, this ain’t no test of your broadcast system |
| Them niggas PSD and them be comin' with 'em |
| It ain’t no puzzle how I feel about my scrillas |
| Gotta feed my chil’ens |
| At the building, chilling, living anxious |
| Waitin' for this bitch to deliver some funyuns |
| The same routine every day |
| Get dipped then I split in the Chevrolet |
| The four 15's shake the mirror |
| When the EB’s quake couldn’t sound no clearer |
| Feelin' so cool in my old school |
| Ain’t trippin' off a bitch, I need some mo' loot |
| Oh, you ain’t know you better check my file |
| I get stupid doo-doo dumb, don’t sweat the style |
| Me and my niggas represent the real |
| Don’t think we kill? |
| Bet a 100 dollar bill |
| I’ma leave a body, no leads or clues |
| Cutthroat Committee, bitch, we some fools |
| Killas for the scrilla, sucker, can’t you tell? |
| The real motherfuckers representin' Vallejo |