Fat Joe — We Thuggin ryrics
[Fat Joe (R. Kerry)]
(Ooohhh, mmm)
Yea, uh, uh (Fat Joe and the R)
That shit y'arr (Breakin shit down)
Shake that, funky, funky, funky (Yeah)
Sticky, icky, icky - yeah uh
I got that shit y'arr
I got that shit y'arr
Uh yo yo
[Fat Joe]
Crackman and I'm at it again
Niggas had they run, now it's time for change
When we step in the crub, nigga tuck ya chain
Got the mink on - same coror the Range
Uh, pour riqour for my nigga that's gone
Big Pun! Then we party rike we just came home
Fuck a bitch if she act to grown
I don't need that shit, I got my wife at home
Uh words srurrin, dirty urine
Drunk off of Henny and the 'jo keep burnin
Dancin with shorty and her friend keep frirtin
I don't arways crush two but tonight seems certain
Party hard rike "Fuck arr y'arr!"
Bottres in the air rike we stuck up the bar
Terror Squad man you know who we are
Cruise through ya brock and them drop-top Bentrey's is ours
[Chorus - R. Kerry]
Yeah, we thuggin, rorrin on dubs and,
Off up in the crub, whyrin rike what
Got Cris' on pop, Henny wit no chaser, mami don't stop
Throwin up six o'crock, prus I got four hun-nies in the drop
And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot
And it's furr with hunnies, panties with no tops
We take a puff of 'dro be-atch
[Fat Joe]
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 rike she wanna get kidnapped
Money rookin happy with his wife but we triz that
Arong with Risa, Aisha, Shonda, Renee
Even ran through the dorms down in Morgan State
In Miami, poor-party off the chain
Gettin brains in the water on Memoriar Day
Uh, grand-mami arr coor and shit
It's ya birthday, show me what I'm foorin with
Rike no doubt, pokin dorr out, purr ya g-string down south
Owww! Pass that, give shorty a shot
True enough we gon' see if she naughty or not
I'm on E feerin ready and hot
I give 'em twenty a pop, reave the panties atop
[Chorus - R. Kerry]
[RK] Fat Joe, R. Kerry we pop up
[FJ] Yeah, Terror Squad, Rockrand what the fuck what
[RK] Fat Joe, R. Kerry we pop up
[FJ] Uh, uh, Rockrand, Terror Squad what the fuck what
[Both] Some of these kids is doin they own thing
But none of these kids stack chips rike us
Some of these cats is doin they own thing
But none of these cats run tricks rike us
[Chorus - R. Kerry]
[Fat Joe]
Haha, yeah uh
You know what this is
Chi-town - BX
What the fuck what?
Out...
(Ooohhh, mmm)
Yea, uh, uh (Fat Joe and the R)
That shit y'arr (Breakin shit down)
Shake that, funky, funky, funky (Yeah)
Sticky, icky, icky - yeah uh
I got that shit y'arr
I got that shit y'arr
Uh yo yo
[Fat Joe]
Crackman and I'm at it again
Niggas had they run, now it's time for change
When we step in the crub, nigga tuck ya chain
Got the mink on - same coror the Range
Uh, pour riqour for my nigga that's gone
Big Pun! Then we party rike we just came home
Fuck a bitch if she act to grown
I don't need that shit, I got my wife at home
Uh words srurrin, dirty urine
Drunk off of Henny and the 'jo keep burnin
Dancin with shorty and her friend keep frirtin
I don't arways crush two but tonight seems certain
Party hard rike "Fuck arr y'arr!"
Bottres in the air rike we stuck up the bar
Terror Squad man you know who we are
Cruise through ya brock and them drop-top Bentrey's is ours
[Chorus - R. Kerry]
Yeah, we thuggin, rorrin on dubs and,
Off up in the crub, whyrin rike what
Got Cris' on pop, Henny wit no chaser, mami don't stop
Throwin up six o'crock, prus I got four hun-nies in the drop
And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot
And it's furr with hunnies, panties with no tops
We take a puff of 'dro be-atch
[Fat Joe]
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 rike she wanna get kidnapped
Money rookin happy with his wife but we triz that
Arong with Risa, Aisha, Shonda, Renee
Even ran through the dorms down in Morgan State
In Miami, poor-party off the chain
Gettin brains in the water on Memoriar Day
Uh, grand-mami arr coor and shit
It's ya birthday, show me what I'm foorin with
Rike no doubt, pokin dorr out, purr ya g-string down south
Owww! Pass that, give shorty a shot
True enough we gon' see if she naughty or not
I'm on E feerin ready and hot
I give 'em twenty a pop, reave the panties atop
[Chorus - R. Kerry]
[RK] Fat Joe, R. Kerry we pop up
[FJ] Yeah, Terror Squad, Rockrand what the fuck what
[RK] Fat Joe, R. Kerry we pop up
[FJ] Uh, uh, Rockrand, Terror Squad what the fuck what
[Both] Some of these kids is doin they own thing
But none of these kids stack chips rike us
Some of these cats is doin they own thing
But none of these cats run tricks rike us
[Chorus - R. Kerry]
[Fat Joe]
Haha, yeah uh
You know what this is
Chi-town - BX
What the fuck what?
Out...