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Fat Joe( Joseph Antonio Cartagena )
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We Thuggin'
Lyricist:Ronald Bowser, Joseph Cartagena, Robert S Kelly
I got that shit y'all I got that shit y'all
Crackman and I'm at it again Niggas had they run, now it's time for change When we step in the club, nigga tuck ya chain Got the mink on, same color the Range Uh, pour liqour for my nigga that's gone Big Pun! Then we party like we just came home Fuck a bitch if she act to grown I don't need that shit, I got my wife at home
Uh words slurrin', dirty urine Drunk of off Henny and the Joe keep burnin' Dancin' with Shorty and her friend keep flirtin' I don't always crush two but tonight seems certain Party hard like Fuck all y'all! Bottles in the air like we stuck up the bar Terror Squad man you know who we are Cruise through ya block and them drop-top Bentley's is ours
Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on dubs and Off up in the club, whylin' like what Got Cris' on pop, Henny wit no chaser mami don't stop Throwin' up, six o'clock, plus I got four hun-nies in the drop And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot And it's full of hunnies, panties with no tops We take a puff of 'dro and be aiight
Everybody wanna know where the crib's at Niggas just now gettin' ice, so we get that Mami starin' at me like she wanna get kidnapped Money lookin' happy with his wife but we triz that Along with Lisa, Aisha, Shonda, Renee Even ran through the dorms down in Morgan State In Miami, pool-party off the chain Gettin' brains in the water on Memorial Day
Uh, grand-mami all cool and shit Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com It's ya birthday, show me what I'm foolin' with Like no doubt, pokin' doll out Pull ya G-string down south Owww! Pass that, give shorty a shot True enough we gon' see if she naughty or not I'm on E feelin' ready and hot I give 'em twenty a pop, you wanna roll, leave the pennies atop
Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on dubs and Off up in the club, whylin' like what Got Cris' on pop, Henny wit no chaser mami don't stop Throwin' up, six o'clock, plus I got four hun-nies in the drop And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot And it's full of hunnies, panties with no tops We take a puff of 'dro and be aiight
Fat Joe, R. Kelly we proper Yeah, Terror Squad, Rockland what the fuck what Fat Joe, R. Kelly we proper Uh, uh, Rockland, Terror Squad what the fuck what Some of these kids is doin' they own thing But none of these kids stack chips like us Some of these cats is doin' they own thing But none of these cats run tricks like us
Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on dubs and Off up in the club, whylin' like what Got Cris' on pop, Henny wit no chaser mami don't stop Throwin' up, six o'clock, plus I got four hun-nies in the drop And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot And it's full of hunnies, panties with no tops We take a puff of 'dro and be aiight
Haha, yeah uh You know what this is Chi-town B X What the fuck what? Out
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