Thug World (Explicit)

Thug World (Explicit) - Spice1/Kurupt

I'm platinum while I'm gattin now that finger's shining

It's nothin to a boss to bust wit cut diamonds

I'ma dig it ya fiend for the

Verbals I came to spit it

Big boss like a 500 benz to a honda civic

'Comin wit it hit it as soon as

I finished they say he sh*tted

Lit it up and kept the slug

From the jumps f**k a critic

Y'all opinion is like a asshole I stick my uzi in it

Windows tinted took a stop at the corner for some business

I'ma take 7 suckas put 'em in a line

And add 7 more suckas who think they can time

I'ma take 7 more before I go for mine

Now that's 21 suckas slumped at the same time

Ain't no haters in here and it's leather wood on the steering

We ain't trippin stash spot heat in the ceiling

1 2 3 4 tv's and 3's

You can barely see the tides it's the chrome when it gleams

In my thug world

You can get it you can kick it in my thug world

Hustlin and ballin till the sun go down thug world

You can get it you can kick it in my thug world

Ballin and hustlin till the sun go down thug world

Skis spread out in the glass house

Skate through the streets like ice

Skates in the 68 town rob skate

Rob skate bounce break bounce make the earth quake

I'ma show you niggaz 'bout a real g n***a

Most g niggaz it's still me n***a

B**ches all around this mother f**ker

Don't make me have to clown this mother f**ker

You betta sit down in this mother f**ker

'Cause this is my thug world gangsta paradise

I'm all hood n***a I'm all ice

No matter what you said I done said it twice

No matter what you said I done said it twice

Cooked on like rice surround like vice

Kurupt mother f**ker and the b**ch is a broad

Even dick psychic b**ches like deon ward

Thug world

You can get it you can kick it in my thug world

Hustlin and ballin till the sun go down thug world

You can get it you can kick it in my thug world

Ballin and hustlin till the sun go down thug world

Mary jane Mary jane Mary jane

You know you're my everything

Smoke a pound back to back to back like the lakers

It's nothin like a mother f**kin' old school player

Like the nfl but I don't rush the quarterback

I'll rush the whole thing back and I'll pick up another slack

Mo chips than mandalay rippin representin the bay

But baby keep givin me the eye like everyday

Eyes like brown and skin tone coffee

I'm sippin hennessy gettin drunker than nick nolte

Straight sosoldiers drunk not sober

Shshoot you in ya chest let ya wind free like oprah

Green ones break down we ain't f**kin' wit charlie brown

We ain't rappin for peanuts we want the meal tickets now

Narcoleptic sleepin disorder retrospective

Some niggaz try to ball in the game and got intercepted

We do it from dusk till dawn like tarantino

Hustlin till the sun wake up the bambino

In my thug world

You can get it you can kick it in my thug world

Ballin and hustling till the sun go down thug world