Thug Passion

[Intro: 2Pac]

Alright, new drink: one part Alizé, one part Cristal

Thug's passion, baby, y'all know what time it is

This drink is guaranteed to get the pussy wet and the dick hard

Now, if you with me, pour a glass and drink with a nigga

You know what I mean?

I ain't tryin' to turn you all niggas into alcohols... alcoholics

I'm just tryin' to turn you into motherfuckin' thugs

So come and get some of this thug passion, baby

[Verse 1: Kastro]

Man, I could, pull like they dick would, be good until it's relevant

But I'm a straight soldier that I'll roll up a nigga like it's heaven sent

Trippin' over dead presidents, they got these derelicts

I thought was down with this business, tryin' to clown and get a cent

And so rather than stand forever, been thinkin'

Drinkin' over a felony and hell of me and how it will be in hella shit

People tellin' me to cool out, but they ain't feelin' me

A motherfuckin' fool 'bout my fuckin' cheddar cheese

And it pleases, passion of mine, thuggin'

Huggin' plenty of G's and laughin' while passin' through times

And all these backstabbers be watchin', just keep it plain

And I'ma keep it the same partner, just take it the simple game

I can, pinkle with rain twinklin', diamonds and things go blinkin'

Enough to hold me 'til I'm old and wrinklin'

These adversaries, they gon' have to be worryin'

'Cause I'ma be illin', fulfillin' my passion

'Til I'm buryin' my thug passion

[Chorus: Jewell]

I heard it's the bomb

And you got it goin' on

Give me some of your thug passion, baby

You got me drippin' wet

From the way you make me sweat

Give me some of your thug passion, baby, ohh

[Verse 2: Napoleon]

Now what if me turn this Hennessy into a robbery?

The prophecy probably suddenly switch how it supposed to be

And dirty money can't be evil 'cause it's fillin' up my tummy

Born in a position, death collision was futuristic

Twistin' riches, but there's only one way to make more

So I'm standin' on the corner tryin' to hustle in the snow

And my bigger bro, couldn't know

But buy a .44, blastin' at playa haters wantin' more

With a thug passion

[Verse 3: E.D.I. Mean]

Puttin' down, mashin', control by this thug's passion

Unlike them other bustas pistol blastin', I'm askin' what happened

To the niggas who kept it real like they claim to?

That's what money and fame do, see, they ain't true

Travelin' this road, my poor soul has been consolidated

With all this bullshit that I done tolerated

How I made it can be easily stated

It's like my hardest bring the grip with the passion

Left me to fuckin' greatest, load up and take shit

[Break: Yaki Kadafi]

Make it to some high dollar gangsta shit

Jack a stack 'til we got enough bank to split

[Verse 4: Storm & Jewell]

Creep with me, through that immortal flow (That's right)

Thug passion got you tremblin' like Death on the Row (Yeah)

Make your move, so I can throw your mind a curve

While I'll be blowin' up the scene, like my nigga Mr. Herb

Take a toke, as your heart goes full arrest

I got the bomb, so nigga, fuck the rest

You need a thug to get you flowin' and let that loc see smoke

Feelin' the strokes of the 9 squeeze tight and slow

[Chorus: Jewell]

I heard it's the bomb

And you got it goin' on

Give me some of your thug passion, baby

You got me drippin' wet

From the way you make me sweat

Give me some of your thug passion, baby, ohh

[Verse 5: 2Pac]

They say money don't make the man, but damn, I'm makin' money

Observin' you motherfuckers 'cause some of you bitches funny

Say you want it, but you bullshittin'

Lickin' them lips, you got me 'bout to act a fool quick

Sippin' on some Alizé and Cristal

Meanwhile, buy me a drink and get to winkin' at me

She smiles; a nigga's full of passion, satisfaction is everlastin'

"How does it feel?" What I'm askin' while I'm rubbin' on that ass

"Why you laughin'?" See, I'm diggin' as if I'm curious

Full blown and furious, baby, get a grip, when I be doin' this

It's so physical, my attraction

Driven by alcohol, beware of my reaction

Baby, I'm born to ball, thugged out on Death Row

You better recognize and picture what I said so

Now you can feel it, it's a potion for my niggas in motion

Forever blastin', bitches ain't ready for this thug passion

[Chorus: Jewell & DJ Quik]

I heard it's the bomb

And you got it goin' on

Give me some of your thug passion, baby

Thug passion

You got me drippin' wet

From the way you make me sweat

Give me some of your thug passion, baby, ohh

Thug passion

I heard it's the bomb

And you got it goin' on

Give me some of your thug passion, baby

Thug passion

You got me drippin' wet

From the way you make me sweat

Give me some of your thug passion, baby, ohh

Thug passion

I heard it's the bomb

And you got it goin' on

Give me some of your thug passion, baby

You got me drippin' wet

From the way you make me sweat

Give me some of your thug passion, baby, ohh

I heard it's the bomb

And you got it goin' on

Give me some of your thug passion, baby

You got me drippin' wet

From the way you make me sweat

Give me some of your thug passion, baby, ohh