| Thugga
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| Sound like some Snoop shit
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| We making some Thug shit
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| I’m one deep in that 'lac laid back, cruising
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| Came a long way from that north side of Houston
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| I’d never know one day I’d make it out of this trap
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| Or that I’d get rich off of making up a rap
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| Momma watching TV, brother cooking crack
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| Sister 14 and pregnant and that’s facts
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| Of my life and shootouts at nite
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| But instead of being scared, I’m trying see the fight
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| We used to it cause everyday they do it
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| Momma thinking we dead, about to lose it
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| Always been a boss, never took orders
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| Good thing, unlike my other partners, I was smarter
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| When they was getting locked up, I’m grinding more harder
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| Half on the block, the other half on recorders
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| And who knew one day folks would use it
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| To ride and get high to, it’s that cadillac music
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| It’s the Cadillac music
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| And I hope that you can use it
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| If you don’t have a Fleetwood
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| You can jam it in your Hooptie
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| Put it in and just ride, ride, ride
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| Put it in and just ride, ride, ride
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| Now this is the type of shit you have a slight lean when you ride to
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| Especially if you got some tight weed like I do
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| Cadillac creeping with the fresh brown leather
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| Old school simply cause the shit sound better
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| Seventies, just leave them be
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| You feeling the vibe — Ah Ah Stayin' Alive
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| Ohio player type shit, sugar pudding
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| Scooping up fine freaks fuck wuggah woofin
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| And I’m looking for a spot where I can chill and whatnot
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| When they ain’t tripping on me smoking on the kill that I’ve got
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| And that’s every club parking lot here that’s jumping
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| I roll up, say hold up, bitch, stop bumping and get in
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| Take a spin with your boy in the Caddy
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| Guess I’m just a player, not a pimp, I’m not your daddy
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| Just a nigga that’ll put some dick in ya
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| And I know that you can use it while you’re listening to Cadillac music
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| Uh, uh, cheyeah
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| Why these laws keep harrassing?
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| They ain’t got nothin better to do than put us blacks and
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| Ese’s
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| …ride, ride, ride |