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Fat Joe Feat. R.Kelly
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| We Thuggin
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[Fat Joe (R. Kelly)]
(Ooohhh, mmm)
Yea, uh, uh (Fat Joe and the R)
That shit yall (Breakin shit down)
Shake that, funky, funky, funky (Yeah)
Sticky, icky, icky - yeah uh
I got that shit yall
I got that shit yall
Uh yo yo
[Fat Joe]
Crackman and Im at it again
Niggas had they run, now its time for change
When we step in the club, nigga tuck ya chain
Got the mink on - same color the Range
Uh, pour liqour for my nigga thats gone
Big Pun! Then we party like we just came home
Fuck a bitch if she act to grown
I dont 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 dont always crush two but tonight seems certain
Party hard like "Fuck all yall!"
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
[Chorus - R. Kelly]
Yeah, we thuggin, rollin on dubs and,
Off up in the club, whylin like what
Got Cris on pop, Henny wit no chaser, mami dont stop
Throwin up six oclock, plus I got four hun-nies in the drop
And my man Joes got the keys to the spot
And its full with hunnies, panties with no tops
We take a puff of dro and be aight
[Fat Joe]
Yea uh, yea yea yo
Everybody wanna know where the cribs 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
Its ya birthday, show me what Im 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
Im on E feelin ready and hot, I give em twenty a pop
You wanna roll, leave the panties atop
[Chorus - R. Kelly]
[RK] Fat Joe, R. Kelly we proper
[FJ] Yeah, Terror Squad, Rockland what the fuck what
[RK] Fat Joe, R. Kelly we proper
[FJ] Uh, uh, Rockland, Terror Squad what the fuck what
[Both] 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
[Chorus - R. Kelly]
[Fat Joe]
Haha, yeah uh
You know what this is
Chi-town - BX
What the fuck what?
Out...
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