We Thuggin’

Ooh, mmm
Yea, uh, uh
Fat Joe and the R (shake it shake that shit you all)
Breakin' shit down
Shake that, funky, funky, funky (whats up Rowdey)
Sticky, icky, icky, yeah uh (shake it shake it)
I got that shit you all
I got that shit you all, uh yo yo

Crackman and I'm at it again (uh)
Niggas had they run, now it's time for change (yea)
When we step in the club, nigga tuck ya chain (what what)
Got the mink on, same color the range
Uh, pour liquor for my nigga that's gone
Big Pun, then we party like we just came home (yea)
Fuck a bitch if she act to grown
I don't need that shit, I got my wife at home (whoo)

Uh, words slurrin', dirty urine (yea)
Drunk off of Henny and the 'jo keep burnin' (come on)
Dancin' with shorty and her friend keep flirtin' (yea yea)
I don't always crush two but tonight seems certain (uh)
Party hard like fuck all you (yea)
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 Azures

Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on dubs and (yea)
Off up in the club (what) whylin' like what (whoo)
Got Chris on pop, Henny with no chaser, mami don't stop (yea uh uh uh common)
Throwin' up six o'clock, plus I got four hunnies in the drop (aw)
And my man Joe's got the (uh) keys to the spot
And it's full with hunnies, panties with no tops (yeah, uh)
We take a puff of 'dro and be like ooh (yea yea yo)

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 trace 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
It's ya birthday, show me what I'm foolin' with
Like no doubt, pokin' doll out, pull your g-string down south
Ow, pass that, give shorty a shot (uh-huh)
Soon enough we gon' see if she naughty or not (yea yea)
I'm on E feelin' ready and hot
I give 'em twenty a pop
You wanna roll, leave the panties at top

Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on dubs and (yea)
Off up in the club (what) whylin' like what (whoo)
Got Chris on pop, Henny with no chaser, mami don't stop (yea uh uh uh common)
Throwin' up six o'clock, plus I got four hunnies in the drop (aw)
And my man Joe's got the (uh) keys to the spot
And it's full with hunnies, panties with no tops (yeah, uh)
We take a puff of 'dro and be like ooh

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 (yeah)
And off up in the club (what) whylin' like what (whoo)
Got Chris' on pop, Henny wit no chaser mami don't stop (yea uh uh uh common)
Throwin' up six o'clock, plus I got four hunnies in the drop (aw)
And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot (uh no doubt)
And it's full with hunnies, panties with no tops (whoo)
We take a puff of 'dro and be like ooh

Hahaha, yeah, uh (shake it shake it shake it shake it)
You know what this is (shake it shake it shake it shake it)
Chi-town BX (shake it shake it shake it shake it)
What the fuck what (shake it shake it shake it shake it)
Out