Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Corporate Thuggin , by - Young Jeezy. Release date: 27.04.2008
Song language: English
Corporate Thuggin |
| I said, I’m +Corporate Thuggin+ |
| Until the day I die, dat’s the way it’s gon' be |
| Thug Motivation, I’m bumpin' in my 3 |
| Blowin' on some killa shit dat I got from Zone 3 |
| Blowin' Orange Mile, yeah we call it Tennessee |
| I’m good in err' hood, err' body know me |
| So don’t wake me up, I swear to God I’m dreamin' |
| Pray fo' Uncle Ray, yeah dat nigga still beamin' |
| Lookin' fly in the cock pit, a nigga still leanin' |
| Money out here, so a nigga still schemin' |
| And I don’t make music, but the muthafuckin' critics |
| They don’t understand cause they ain’t muthafuckin' livin' it |
| And I ain’t trippin' on +The Source+, I got a muthafuckin' +plug+ |
| Keepin' 5 mics, I’m still a mothafuckin' thug |
| Now, the question is — CAN A NIGGA REALLY RAP? |
| And they ask you — IS YOU EVA BEEN TO THE TRAP? |
| Bitch I make hits, you niggas waste time |
| And I be Goddamn if I let chu waste mine |
| Like change fo' the betta, but I’m still strapped |
| Trigga-happy nigga, don’t make me relapse |
| Attitude like «Fuck It!» |
| — they hatin' anyway |
| And I can give a fuck what a nigga gotta say |
| YOU STILL TALKIN' BLOW? |
| — YOU GOD DAMN RIGH! |
| What else I’m gon' say dat’s my mu’fuckin' life |
| I just left Jamaica I’m talkin' Nachos Rios |
| Sippin' margaritas on the beach in my Adidas |
| Brought a few pills but dats only fo' the skeezas |
| Used my black car but dat’s only fo' the reefa |
| Wussuh! |
| (Let's go) |
| Not a day go by, dat I ain’t high |
| Hit the mall err’day, nigga I stay fly |
| 26 inches, yeah I’m sittin' up high |
| And I’mma keep it hood, hommie dat’s no lie |
| Not a day go by, dat I ain’t high |
| Hit the mall err’day, nigga I stay fly |
| Get it how we live, yeah we try to get by |
| We throw it all in the air, baby dat’s no lie |
| Wussuh! |
| Blood Raw! |
| Everybody love me (Yay-Uh!!) |
| Blowin' on Jamaica, the boy +Corporate Thuggin+ |
| Glasses in the air, everybody toastin' |
| Gettin' fucked up nigga, everybody totin' (Oooh) |
| Posted wit a broad, yeah she blacka then an African (Yeah) |
| Hair down her back, like she mixed wit Italian (Haha.) |
| Mamii so thick, man she look like a stallion |
| Introduced her to my patna — yeah it’s on, so what’s happenin' |
| Wha’s hann’in! |
| Dead presidents (Ch'yah!), brief-case full of 'em |
| Couldn’t take a chance, we do it fo' the love of 'em (C'monn!) |
| Livin' life fast (Yah!), we do it fo' the rush of it |
| Rubberband stacks, we do it fo' the touch of it (Okayye!) |
| This shit don’t stop (Stop!) |
| Corporate Thuggin' nigga 'till my casket drop (Yah!) |
| Yams in the booth did the same on the block |
| Don’t blame me, I’m just trynna get a knot (Nah!) |