Song parody of
U Not a Thug
by Bishop The Overseer
Here's where you get creative! Use our cool song parody creator to make a totally new musical idea and lyrics for the U Not a Thug song by Bishop The Overseer.
Simply click on any word to get rhyming words suggestion to use instead of the original ones. You may also remove or alter entire lines if needed — when you're done save your work and share it with our community — have fun!
CHORUS:
You not a thug, and you never been a thug
So, why you holla' thug?, Will holla' slug when cocked bout' to bust?
You never seen a dub', but you see me in this mug
Reppin' my set , East Coast, homie so throw it up.
VERSE 1:
Back to the street, back to the beat, its philosophical
Back to the charts, back on the top and mega popular
So, you wanna know who I'm rockin' wit
Ain't no mistake, let it be known that we lockin' it
On top of that, let it be known that its profitin'
It's gettin' mad ugly, think my camp a monoply
You can sip vodka with me, in the back of the bar
Wit ice on the arm, cats think we bond just from slapping the palm
Didn't know me when I rapped in the slum, when I was mackin' a ton
Wrap rats in plastic, stick em' for fun
Now you know me, know me
Now that I'm stackin' the funds
Now we homie, homie
Why don't you stick to your guns
I rather be, sittin' with nuns, at least they keep it real with a dun
Teachin' my afterlife, and how it ain't done
How it ain't really over, when people think that you died
Its time to be a solider, She talkin' bout I'm goin' fly
With wings and all that good stuff, I think I'm drinkin' too much
Maybe its that or I'm thinkin' too much and
Maybe this chick mickeyed my cup, but I got the feelin' crush
She grip my hand got me feelin' her up
CHORUS
VERSE 2:
If you try to play me, I think you're wasting your time
Cause you don't even know me, people neglecting the rhyme
I rather be, crushing a dime, visions of her sucking me dry
All of my money is gonna double in time
At the age of 19, started the clothing line, gettin' it crunk
Open a new account fillin' it up, know the truth sealing it up
But you stay spitting the fake, look like a thug, but supporting the jake
Jeans hang below the waist, bandannas, and gang signs to loc
But in the club, the first to get a jaw broke
But ICU in the trauma unit, cause them dudes is clueless, faking their high off of ale fluid
You wanna bump me, I don't know, homie must be stupid or something
If this was back in 98', I probably bump him and pump him with hot lead
But I'm a little bit older now, so I try to use my head
I try to use my pen, try and jot down my thoughts
But I got to make this bread, so I can take next week off.
CHORUS
CHORUS:
You not a thug, and you never been a thug
So, why you holla' thug?, Will holla' slug when cocked bout' to bust?
You never seen a dub', but you see me in this mug
Reppin' my set , East Coast, homie so throw it up.
VERSE 1:
Back to the street, back to the beat, its philosophical
Back to the charts, back on the top and mega popular
So, you wanna know who I'm rockin' wit
Ain't no mistake, let it be known that we lockin' it
On top of that, let it be known that its profitin'
It's gettin' mad ugly, think my camp a monoply
You can sip vodka with me, in the back of the bar
Wit ice on the arm, cats think we bond just from slapping the palm
Didn't know me when I rapped in the slum, when I was mackin' a ton
Wrap rats in plastic, stick em' for fun
Now you know me, know me
Now that I'm stackin' the funds
Now we homie, homie
Why don't you stick to your guns
I rather be, sittin' with nuns, at least they keep it real with a dun
Teachin' my afterlife, and how it ain't done
How it ain't really over, when people think that you died
Its time to be a solider, She talkin' bout I'm goin' fly
With wings and all that good stuff, I think I'm drinkin' too much
Maybe its that or I'm thinkin' too much and
Maybe this chick mickeyed my cup, but I got the feelin' crush
She grip my hand got me feelin' her up
CHORUS
VERSE 2:
If you try to play me, I think you're wasting your time
Cause you don't even know me, people neglecting the rhyme
I rather be, crushing a dime, visions of her sucking me dry
All of my money is gonna double in time
At the age of 19, started the clothing line, gettin' it crunk
Open a new account fillin' it up, know the truth sealing it up
But you stay spitting the fake, look like a thug, but supporting the jake
Jeans hang below the waist, bandannas, and gang signs to loc
But in the club, the first to get a jaw broke
But ICU in the trauma unit, cause them dudes is clueless, faking their high off of ale fluid
You wanna bump me, I don't know, homie must be stupid or something
If this was back in 98', I probably bump him and pump him with hot lead
But I'm a little bit older now, so I try to use my head
I try to use my pen, try and jot down my thoughts
But I got to make this bread, so I can take next week off.
CHORUS
