We Thuggin' - Fat Joe, R. Kelly, Busta Rhymes

Sticky, icky, icky — yeah uh

I got that shit y’all

I got that shit y’all

Uh yo yo

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 liquor for my nigga that’s gone

Big Pun!

Then we party like we just came home

Fuck a bitch if she act too grown

I don’t need that shit, I got my wife at home

Uh words slurrin, dirty urine

Drunk off of Henny and the 'jo 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 in them drop-top Bentley Azures

Yeah, we thuggin, rollin on dubs and

Off up in the club, wylin 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 with hunnies, panties with no tops

We take a puff of 'dro and be like, ohhhh

Yea uh, 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 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

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

Soon 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 panties atop

Yeah, we thuggin, rollin on dubs and

Off up in the club, wylin 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 with hunnies, panties with no tops

We take a puff of 'dro and be like, ohhhh

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, wylin 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 with hunnies, panties with no tops

We take a puff of 'dro and be like, ohhhh

Haha, yeah uh

You know what this is

Chi-town — BX

What the fuck what?

Out…

Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump

Put ya back in, back out, do the hump

Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump

Put ya back in, back out, do the hump

Whodi, I bring it back, whodettes, to the bottom of the maps

Whodi, I bring it back, whodettes, to the bottom of the maps

Whodi, I bring it back, whodettes, to the bottom of the maps

Whodi, I bring it back, whodettes, to the bottom of the maps

If you see a fly nigga baby girl yeah I don’t trip

Just give him lil' thigh mama give him lil' hip

And if you see a fly bitch nigga holla don’t trip

Break her off a few dollars take her on a few trips, go

Give him lil' thigh mama give him lil' hip

Then you give him lil' wind-up, give him lil' dip

If you see a fly bitch nigga holla don’t trip

Break her off a few dollars take her on a few trips, go