Lyrics Thugs About - Trick Daddy

Thugs About

I wanna be your homie, your homie, love, and friend\nI wanna be your boy that you holla at night on the weekends (ooh baby)\nI wanna be the 'G' that your girlfriends brag about, that’s what talkin' bout\nOhhh girl come and let me show you what a thug’s about\nI ain’t the type of nigga, who get a little bit of cheddar\nAnd start hanging on the beach and think he better than the next nigga (next\nnigga)\nThough I’ll prolly go to Bay Harbor and buy Gucci, Louis, or Prada\nFor my wife son or daughter, yeah (wife, son, or daughter)\nThey gon talk about us, you should expect that\nLook at them bitches, they broke, they can’t afford this\nThey still livin' with they momma and they wonder why niggaz fuck em'\nAnd won’t do nothin' for 'em\nPump ya brakes lil' mama, some are down to bitch\nStay out my face if you ain’t got shit good to say\nAnd my wife don’t like ya (don't like ya)\nMatter of fact when she see ya, she might wanna fight ya\nHo, I tried to keep it real witcha' (keep it real witcha)\nBut by ya runnin' ya mouth and takin' pills, I can’t deal with ya\nBitch you got real issues (real issues) and I’m a real nigga\nDeal wit' 'em and I wanna chill witcha\nNow you ain’t neva had a stunna\nYou ain’t neva had a gunna\nYou ain’t neva had a dirty ass gangsta motherfucker\nNow you glad you did\nFirst you was scared\nPoppin ch&agne bottles, go on take a swig\nYou see this life I live is for the real and not the fake\nSo when we walk the streets girl I’ll make ya feel safe (huh)\nI know you lovin how I’m thuggin all dayyy\nYour momma hate me but she thank me when the rent payyyed\nSay my name and watch how ya friends act\nI got a brother and a cousin they can get at\nFirst you was shuddered wit niggaz that get in trouble\nThen I got you in the cover no other did it so betta\nTropical colors on ya dresses impresses me\nI ain’t worryin' about yo 'exes' conflicts with me\nYEEE! Girl what’s gooood\nYou lookin' for love and now you found it in a thug\nYou see the problem is\nYou accept too many promises (too many promises)\nAnd you subject yourself, where you can’t help yourself\nBut I’m here to help (I'm here to help), so tell the busta to step\nAnd baby have no fear cuz «Thug Life"is here\nAnd I got a remedy for you to get replenished in\nBut hot showers, clean towels, and a double hennessey\nAnd I hope you got plenty energy\nCuz' when K-9 meet felines, shit gets finicky (whoa, haha)\nAnyways, I got plenty ways, to make ya stay\nBut Im’a keep it straight, it’s better that way\nI’m better gettin' wetter that way\nAnd I’m bigger than ya last, and we gon' need «Magnums»\nIn fact I’m ready right now (right now)\nWe can get butt naked and I’ll hit it right now (right now)\nBut we homies, so let’s stay homies (stay homie)\nConversation only\nOkay homie (okay homie)