| I’ll be yo' thug for life, my love will drive you crazy |
| you like you need, baby |
| Let’s slip an' slide together |
| An' we’ll go get this cheese, baby |
| Hold me close an' I’ll always be yo' thug for life |
| Keep it tight an' I’ll always be yo' thug for life |
| Speak the truth an' I’ll always be yo' thug for life |
| Break the bread an' I’ll always be yo' thug for life |
| No, no, can’t nobody get deep in the stomach like I do |
| An' on top of that get 'cha high to |
| A nigga know that you liable |
| Jumpin' out a Chevy on earth, sky blue, lotta nigga try to |
| Getting ready to kick it for me, to picky for me |
| Niggas too sticky for me, stickin' with me |
| You got some nerve, you must think you pot superb |
| Nigga first tried to hide it, you shot the bird |
| K-Dog without a mouth full of filthy shit |
| Mouthin' off, nigga, you would have been killed me, bitch |
| Don’t do shit but want a hundred dollar hairdo |
| Come here, somethin' I wanna tell you, what? |
| Oh, don’tcha have a heavy Levi that a slide in dunk? |
| Never find in the trunk |
| Where the weed at in the spot with the lump |
| I can’t help but want to rub on them thighs an' the hump |
| Shot her down in the zone, my love gotcha high an' it’s on |
| I want leave ya down alone or cryin' on the phone |
| 'Cause if ya fed up then grab the chrome, burnin' ya home |
| I can’t take it no mo', tell me what turns you on |
| Quick to yo' home, stick it in the |
| Baby, hold me tight |
| I’ll be yo' thug for life, my love will drive you crazy |
| you like you need, baby |
| Let’s slip an' slide together |
| An' we’ll go get this cheese, baby |
| Hold me close an' I’ll always be yo' thug for life |
| Keep it tight an' I’ll always be yo' thug for life |
| Speak the truth an' I’ll always be yo' thug for life |
| Break the bread an' I’ll always be yo' thug for life |
| When you really roll with a thug |
| A young nigga in a big car with a big gun |
| Ridin' 'round, sittin' on dubs |
| Smokin' on a fat one, baby, wassup? |
| I heard you’se lost in love, now I don’t see ya much |
| But I know you ain’t lost ya touch |
| Ever need a paper stake |
| Wanna get away, just call me up |
| Hit me on my 984, 4000 |
| Yep, you know the rest, you know right where to go |
| Right where to come when you want the best |
| An' I’m on this thug shit, makin' money an' drug shit |
| An' I ain’t with that bullshit |
| 'Cause goddamn it, I love this |
| Don’t you know that you an' me baby |
| Can get a little close an' stop before your heat, baby |
| Let me drop dem draws an' give you some of this weed, baby |
| I really love the way you touch an' suck on me, baby |
| An' the way you look when you run up in that 380 |
| But do them haters then they actin' real shady |
| Broke or rich, you still gon' loc with me, baby |
| Break a nigga off bread when I need some cheese, baby |
| Tell them niggaz I’m gone be yo' thug for life |
| My love will drive you crazy |
| you like you need, baby |
| Let’s slip an' slide together |
| An' we’ll go get this cheese, baby |
| Hold me close an' I’ll always be yo' thug for life |
| Keep it tight an' I’ll always be yo' thug for life |
| Speak the truth an' I’ll always be yo' thug for life |
| Break the bread an' I’ll always be yo' thug for life |