Thuggin'

Thuggin' - Madlib/Freddie Gibbs

Written by：Fredrisk Tipton/Otis Jackson Jr.

Somebody warn the west ni**a ain't runnin'

Somebody ni**a ain't runnin' no more

The Legend of Ni**a in color rated PG

Parental Guidance suggested

Uh yeah

Fa sho'

Niggas be comin' at me like

Yo yo Fred man

You a real ni**a dawg yes baby

Real ni**a

Real ni**a

I be like from front to the back

Respect man

Respect These fake niggas done lowered the bar ynahmsayin

Niggas be like Fred you ain't never lied

F**k the rap sh*t my gangsta been solidified

Still do my business on the side

B**ch if you polices then pay me no nevermind

I was thuggin'

Black and red laces in my number threes

Take a pull up off the wood and let that motherf**ker breathe

Sit outside a busta crib and let that motherf**ker leave

Walk his a** back in and put him on his motherf**kin' knees

Thuggin'

Never takin' no for an answer

Might just take a loss but b**ch I'd rather take my chances

This liquor got me lurkin' where you live at in the night time

59 fifty to the left but I'm in my right mind

Thuggin'

Pants gon' be saggin' til I'm 40

Still lyrically sharper than any short bus shawty

Phonies ain't gon' throw me in this minstrel show

These labels see how far up in they mouth my dick can go

So go'n and choke on this meat throw my song on repeat

Might move away one day but I'm always gon' belong to the streets

I'm straight thuggin' uh

And it feels so good uh and it feels so right uh

And it feels so good and it feels so right

Cause mothaf**ka I'm thuggin'

Selling you the science of the street rap

Every motherf**kin' show I do is off the meat rack

I done been to jail and did my best not to repeat that

I'm tryin' to feed my family give a f**k about your feedback

Critically acclaimed but that sh*t don't mean a thang

When you rocking mics and stealing microwaves cooking caine

Never trippin' on a dame I'm too cold for you broke hoes

Don't let the knob hit your booty when the door close b**ch

She let me hit it cause I'm thuggin'

Squares need not apply I'm so fly I might f**k her cousin

Swiftly 'bout to stick a sweet dick in your sweetheart

Then get some groceries off my geeker EBT card

Why the feds worried 'bout me clocking on this corner

When there's politicians out here getting popped in Arizona

B**ch I'm thuggin'

And it feels so good uh and it feels so right yeah yeah

And it feels so good uh and it feels so right

Cause mothaf**ka I'm thuggin'

We're not against rap but we're against those thugs

Can't be legit when every ni**a in your clique sold ***

Predicate felons in my faculty real killers can vouch for me

Teach a kid at the crib or your children

Might cop an ounce from me

And smoke out in the Chevy with us

Cause in the past my low-class black a**

Would serve my own f**king family members

I hate to say it ain't no need to be discreet

If she don't cop from me she get it from a ni**a up the street

Cause he thuggin'

And yo she'd probably suck his dick for it

She turnt out so it ain't sh*t to turn a trick for it

My uncle last b**ch put him on the glass dick

Tried to rob a man to feed his habit he got blasted

I live on borrowed time my expiration date I passed it

So lock me up forever but this sh*t is everlastin'

I'm thuggin'

And it feels so good uh and it feels so right uh

And it feels so good uh and it feels so right

Cause mothaf**ka I'm thuggin'

B**ch