Fat Joe - We Thuggin (feat. R Kelly) Lyrics
feat. R. Kelly)[Fat Joe (R. Kelly)](Ooohhh, mmm)Yea, uh, uh (Fat Joe and the R)That shit y'all (Breakin shit down)Shake that, funky, funky, funky (Yeah)Sticky, icky, icky - yeah uhI got that shit y'allI got that shit y'allUh yo yo[Fat Joe]Crackman and I'm at it againNiggas had they run, now it's time for changeWhen we step in the club, nigga tuck ya chainGot the mink on - same color the RangeUh, pour liqour for my nigga that's goneBig Pun! Then we party like we just came home***** a ***** if she act to grownI don't need that shit, I got my wife at homeUh words slurrin, dirty urineDrunk off of Henny and the 'jo keep burninDancin with shorty and her friend keep flirtinI don't always crush two but tonight seems certainParty hard like "***** all y'all!"Bottles in the air like we stuck up the barTerror Squad man you know who we areCruise through ya block and them drop-top Bentley's is ours[Chorus - R. Kelly]Yeah, we thuggin, rollin on dubs and,Off up in the club, whylin like whatGot Cris' on pop, Henny wit no chaser, mami don't stopThrowin up six o'clock, plus I got four hun-nies in the dropAnd my man Joe's got the keys to the spotAnd it's full with hunnies, panties with no topsWe take a puff of 'dro be-atch[Fat Joe]Yea uh, yea yea yoEverybody wanna know where the crib's atNiggas just now gettin ice, so we get thatMami starin at me like she wanna get kidnappedMoney lookin happy with his wife but we triz thatAlong with Lisa, Aisha, Shonda, ReneeEven ran through the dorms down in Morgan StateIn Miami, pool-party off the chainGettin brains in the water on Memorial DayUh, grand-mami all cool and shitIt's ya birthday, show me what I'm foolin withLike no doubt, pokin doll out, pull ya g-string down southOwww! Pass that, give shorty a shotTrue enough we gon' see if she naughty or notI'm on E feelin ready and hotI give 'em twenty a pop, leave the panties atop[Chorus - R. Kelly][RK] Fat Joe, R. Kelly we pop up[FJ] Yeah, Terror Squad, Rockland what the ***** what[RK] Fat Joe, R. Kelly we pop up[FJ] Uh, uh, Rockland, Terror Squad what the ***** what[Both] Some of these kids is doin they own thingBut none of these kids stack chips like usSome of these cats is doin they own thingBut none of these cats run tricks like us[Chorus - R. Kelly][Fat Joe]Haha, yeah uhYou know what this isChi-town - BXWhat the ***** what?Out
