Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Thug N*ggas , by - The ComradsRelease date: 26.03.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Thug N*ggas |
| This is for my thugs |
| Quick to throw slugs |
| Never was, push and shove |
| Gang bangin' drug dealers |
| Hoo-bangin' mug (niggaz) |
| Penitentiary love (niggaz) |
| I was raised Q-S'ing, shootin' through your vest and |
| Quick to redrum and hit water when I’m stressing |
| Was set, and if I don’t, they know who done it |
| Cuz out of bound (niggaz), they get killed on the 400 |
| Killa ki’s off blood, no debatin' or contemplatin' |
| I got a stock 64 that’s waitin' on these Dayton’s |
| So trip if ya wanna, catch ya slippin', you’se a goner |
| And respect the street signs next time you’re bankin' corners |
| Do what I say once, don’t make me say it twice |
| Just give me what I want and everything’ll be alright |
| I’m gettin' it while the gettin' is good |
| And if you was in my shoes, I know that you would |
| I got expensive habits, I’m buyin' bud by the pound |
| Since dub S-C D, everybody wanna be down |
| We hoo-bangin' on the white and the blue collars |
| We rollin' Benz-o's and Lex-o's by the dollars |
| Woo woo, blue flag tied on my face |
| In a twin turbo Porche with a glock in my waste |
| Woo woo, if it’s a problem we gon' squeeze 'til empty |
| We used to flip it on T, but now we flip it on |
| Woo woo, ain’t no (nigga) harder than me |
| Hit the yard harder than me, got the yay harder than me |
| Woo woo, thug (niggaz) rule the earth |
| We on The Source in Dickies throwin' up the turf |
| I know how to do things one way, and that’s illegal |
| Pullin' two and murders out a primed gray Regal |
| I was taught to get in and out, do what I do fast |
| Sigh, call up that (bitch) dog, and hit rub on they ass |
| Next week I’m in Vegas like Dan Tanna, and I |
| Wipe my finger prints off with my bandana |
| Make sure it’s all clean, then fled the scene |
| I keep it cold blooded, mean |
| And do it all for the green |
| system, mine’s control |
| Pockets on swole and I’m fresh off parole |
| It ain’t no limit to my mashin' |
| I got weed, caviar, and money in my stash |
| And laughin', blastin' wit my foot on the gas |
| And movin' fast and it’s all about the cash |
| And havin' cheddar, with that 23rd letter |
| Nobody do it better, you know better, you do better (nigga) |
| Get around in the penitentiary |
| Born in, drinkin' Hennessy (cousin) |
| But he no kin to me (cousin) |
| But he friend to me |
| Down since elementary, with (niggaz) with tattoos |
| Kidnapped moves and jack moves, crack rules |
| In the urban area, servin' crackers with ready rock |
| Bassheads plague in every spot cuz it’s very hot |
| In the ghetto, we’re wetter, we’re rockin' Karate like Mister Miaki |
| Afford Gionni Versace, and wide bodies with the V’s on 'em |
| Chromes with G’s on 'em, she’s on the left cuz he’s on 'em |
| Some say that I’m loc’d and I’m wild |
| Because I made my bread with coke and a smile |
| I ain’t loc’d in a while |
| I’m hittin' corners in heels and caronas |
| Squeezin' lime inside of Carona’s with Ramona from Arizona |
| And I’m smokin' on a, paid in the worst way |
| Real (niggaz) spill a little liquor to the dirt man |