| Well I’mma saucy ass super throwed
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| Southern style gumbo
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| Pimp, I eat jumbo
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| Shrimp, make a dumb ho
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| Limp, cause her back broke up
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| Your back in the track, that poke up
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| Pay for the sack, the bag smoked up
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| Now that’s gangsta, live in effect
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| Crystal clear, gots to keep your pistol here
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| (Why?) Cause Texas don’t play
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| Don’t smile, don’t joke
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| We stay for a lick, act frog and get croaked
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| With a buck, blast, buck, blast your toothless
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| And then they say, damn they ruthless
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| Northside, Southside, we don’t care
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| We don’t say no to money
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| Too busy sayin, «YEAAA!»
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| Lift candy to schools, weddings, malls
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| Million dollar concerts, and ho’s in the walls
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| All haters better peep like Tom
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| Cause my clique, my city, shit even my baby momma
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| We gonna thug it up
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| Everyday of the month, anything I swang
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| Got to have bang in the trunk
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| We gonna thug it up
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| Til I’m dead in gone, everythang I drive
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| Got to be sitting on chrome
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| We gonna thug it up
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| Like a underground king, drop screens
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| Byzletine, and my crease styled jeans
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| We gonna thug it up
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| Man thug it up, thug it up, wha? |
| wha?
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| Man I’mma thug it up
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| Escalade, dub it up
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| B.G. |
| gettin' paid
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| Big mouth, thug it up
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| Might as well, shut it up
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| Get outta line, slug it up
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| Codine in the cup
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| Diamonds bling, priceless cuts
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| What’s up this year?
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| They say the rap game changed
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| No more rappin bout cars, and iced out chains
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| Boys must be insane
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| Real hustlers go on and get it
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| How the hell you gonna live it?
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| Money shorter then a midget
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| Better get some more digits
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| To talk about this
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| No more cousin, R Kelly, see walking to this
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| East coast to West, Mid-West to Tex
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| Independent, Grammy-Nominated, Now what’s next?
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| Dirty south, give respect
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| We started them slangs
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| Screaming «Parkin-lot Niggas»
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| Sippin' Syrup with Bang
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| Big flames, stained panes
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| We ain’t new to this game
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| R.I.P. |
| Dj Screw
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| This for the thug in you man!
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| We gonna thug it up
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| Everyday of the month, anythang I swang
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| Got to have bang in the trunk
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| We gonna thug it up
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| Til I’m dead in gone, everythang I drive
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| Got to be sitting on chrome
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| We gonna thug it up
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| Like a underground king, drop screens
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| Byzletine, and my crease styled jeans
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| We gonna thug it up
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| Slim Thug gonna thug it up, I’ma, I’ma, I’mma
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| I’ma thug it up
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| With E.S.G. |
| and Bun B
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| Sippin on some Dun-P
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| In a stretch RV
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| Come see, the three
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| Best that never rest
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| Thugged out ??
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| With white tee’s on my chest
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| «O yes!» |
| Slim Thug change the code in the club
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| Cause when I pull up on dubbs
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| I get nothing but love
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| I hit the bar
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| Make the whole crowd think I’mma star
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| Cause I blow mo' on doe
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| Then you blow on your car
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| By far, fo sho' I’m the opposite of Po
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| The most ghetto boy ya know
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| In a six double O
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| I move slow, and sit low
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| On a 84 elbow
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| Spit flow, on the floor
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| Trunk open and close
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| We some Texas boys
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| With candy Lexus toys
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| Drive wreckless outta bars
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| When we come out hard
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| Give us our card
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| Hater’s ya mouth, plug it up
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| Cause me, E.S.G, and Bun B gonna thug it up
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| We gonna thug it up
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| Everyday of the month, anythang I swang
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| Got to have bang in the trunk
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| We gonna thug it up
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| Til I’m dead in gone, everythang I drive
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| Got to be sitting on chrome
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| We gonna thug it up
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| Like a underground king, drop screens
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| Byzletine, and my crease styled jeans
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| We gonna thug it up, thug it up
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| We gonna thug it up, thug it up
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| Thug it up |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Thug It Up , by - Slim Thug. Song from the album Boss Hogg Outlaws, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп