Lyrics:
Chorus:Master P
Daddy wasn't home so mama raised me
I'ma thug but still mama bathed me (4X)
Verse 1:Master P
I live my life as a thug, roll
she like the way I blow her back out
Supposed to be a thug made your girl tap out
Bodied by a singing nigga
You ain't think that I could bring it nigga
I'm a dog in this thang (thang)
I'm too heavy on them mane (mane)
Balling Like I'm Guwop (Guwop)
Shirt Off Like I'm Guwop (Guwop)
Never too much money
on
This amazon
Legs for marathons
Voice like Sarah Vaughan
Precise, alright
I like when her ? entice
With a spice of life
Flow times twice as nice
___ entice
With a spice of life
Flow times twice as nice
And when she go shop
The show stop
Shock the whole block
She so hot
I clothes shop
Put it
the devil The blood is against
Couldn’t help but notice a bitch when I met u
A sweet little pup I just wanted to pet you
By sight of ya papa it’s not
to my thing man
Ride man, ride
Get the roll, take the section
No mission can't come
Real niggas do they thug man
I just suck it, just doin' my thang
Kitty
dollar rather drunk or sober
Nigga talkin' thug walkin' all through yo' squad
Y'all niggaz scared by a dog, I got my fo'-fo' for y'all
It's like a hot,
we do the braids
South do the fades
Them Nawf-side boys thugs, South playa made
Geah - the hustle's paid cause they
Get the blow for the low
We by
on the mic
The Butter P honey got the sugar, got the spice
Roll the L's tight, keep the rhymes right
Yo, I just made this motherf- up last night
And, uh,
You could try attackin' me and bombin'
Me I'm a be spittin' so fast, they wanna ask how he did that?
Bone Thugs and we gotta spit a hard flow
It's
into a little tree sap
I got a woman at home, ain't fell in love where the weeds at
Started off with a dime, but by the time I was thug
She was less
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
right there
That's my people they all my peoples man
Shit don't change on the block I'm from
We tic toc sock knock and we run
All for fun
Just to become
Let y'all bitches wait
Cause I'm on a paper chase
When that thang by my waist
I know that they gon hate
But I ain't trippin'
Cause I came heated
Smoking good gas on a space ship
Whole lotta blues yeah my money Crip
If she ain't trying fuck then she just strip
Nigga I'm a young thug on some
calling my bluff
All you lil niggas, ya far from a thug
She tryna hang but I'm just tryna fuck
I want the head, I ain't ask for a hug
Smoking that
My doctor
the rest
We was being introduced by mutual friends
Like Kobe in the 4th
That's when the game begins
Game begins, games begins
I'm from the windy city, so I
thugs
Fo doves blow dubs holdin eight snub
I hold it down my strip, goin nowhere
Flip two eightballs trick the dough on low gear
The next week two O's
All I want to do ic claim RTC
'Cause all of my homies from ICG
So we goin' do this thang for tha LBC
'Cause we all one love and yeah this the dub
own code, I'm a play by my rules
We ain't soul tied, don't stay and cry
I was the one you used to like
I was your man I am that guy and baby it was you,
on the trigga
Hatin' on me
'cause I'm an original thug
Jealous of a nigga
'cause I got these figures
Money don't mean
A gotdamn thing
We can go toe to toe
are thug niggas raised in hell
I'm bailin' through the set wit a 40, smokin' a cigarette
Blastin' my radio, oldie tunes by The Marvellettes
groovin'
We smokin', we drinkin'
We dippin', we flippin'
We tippin', we talkin'
We walkin', we bouncin'
We bustin', we discussin'
Big thangs, I got
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