We Thuggin' (feat. R. Kelly) (Clean)

(Ooohhh, mmm)

Yea, uh, uh (Fat Joe and the R)

That sh*t y'all (Breakin sh*t down)

Shake that, funky, funky, funky (Yeah)

Sticky, icky, icky - yeah uh

I got that sh*t y'all

I got that sh*t y'all

Crackman and I'm at it again

Niggas had they run, now it's time for change

When we step in the club, ni**a tuck ya chain

Got the mink on - same color the Range

Uh, pour liqour for my ni**a that's gone

Big Pun! Then we party like we just came home

F**k a b**ch if she act to grown

I don't need that sh*t, I got my wife at home

Uh words slurrin, dirty urine

Drunk of off Henny and the Joe keep burnin

Dancin with shorty and her friend keep flirtin

I don't always crush two but tonight seems certain

Party hard like F**k all y'all!

Bottles in the air like we stuck up the bar

Terror Squad man you know who we are

Yeah, we thuggin, rollin on dubs and,

Off up in the club, whylin 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

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 sh*t

It's ya birthday, show me what I'm foolin with

Like no doubt, pokin doll out, pull ya g-string down south

O Pass that, give shorty a shot

True enough we gon' see if she naughty or not

I'm on E feelin ready and hot

I give 'em twenty a pop, leave the pennies atop

Yeah, we thuggin, rollin on dubs and,

Off up in the club, whylin 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 be-atch

Fat Joe, R. Kelly we pop up

Yeah, Terror Squad, Rockland what the f**k what

Fat Joe, R. Kelly we pop up

Uh, uh, Rockland, Terror Squad what the f**k 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, whylin 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

Haha, yeah uh

You know what this is

Chi-town - BX

What the f**k what?

Out...