Thug Walkin' 歌词
| 歌曲 | Thug Walkin' |
| 歌手 | Ying Yang Twins |
| 专辑 | Thug Walkin' |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Beat-In-Azz, D Roc, Kaine | |
| Chorus:Every where we gooo, every where we gooo | |
| People want to knooow, people want to knooow | |
| What we here fooor, what we here fooor | |
| We thug walkin', we thug walkin', thug walkin' | |
| Verse One: { | |
| Ying Yang | |
| Twins back and forth} | |
| Pain make you retaliate | |
| Swang to crack yo chest blade | |
| Hangin' with the best dates | |
| Slang and get they neck played | |
| Game is what yo test gave | |
| Blang and take hoes and smoke hay | |
| Niggas what they call us | |
| Triggers is how we boss hog | |
| Drugs is what we left with | |
| Slugs will bring yo death quick | |
| Knucks will get you swolle up | |
| Tricks will get you dick sick | |
| Clinton gonna see impeachment | |
| For freaks he try'na creep with | |
| Busters never last long | |
| Hustlers get they cash on | |
| Hiders never act out | |
| Riders known to slash out | |
| Pimps only get paid | |
| Simps truly get played | |
| Wimps never fist fight | |
| Freaks is quick to turn dikes | |
| Sheets never come clean bled | |
| From yo crime scene mann | |
| Chorus: {2x} | |
| Verse Two: { | |
| D-Roc}Even thought yo mind was blind soul keeper | |
| He took you on a shine with nine and made | |
| Mom weepier | |
| That thing he'll die for his boys they ballin' good | |
| But nigga see them boys was comin' up out the wood | |
| Lay down was all you heard | |
| I mean scary | |
| One of 'em got bold and reached for the | |
| ChevyGun shots went off so we had to make it quick | |
| Told the other boys go ahead and give up the shit | |
| I don pistol whipped a nigga and told him to give up the loot | |
| If he pissed of my nigga | |
| I will shot | |
| So he hurried up and them other niggas to | |
| I started up the car and told them what they had to do | |
| Chorus: {2x} | |
| Verse Three: { | |
| Kaine}I'm smokin' my weed with y'all | |
| Hangin' with niggas y'all ball | |
| Just because niggas be takin' it all | |
| Told them broads to back up off my balls | |
| Thugs be ready to brawl on the point of call | |
| The devil reached in sippin' on gin | |
| It changed my mind to sin | |
| Hangin' with thugs that be loud as a rooster | |
| Figurin' they call us fools | |
| I haven't finished school | |
| Chosen few, rollin' through, military style like we was suppose to do | |
| Who do you think that you fuckin' with | |
| Stupid bitch roll up out the vine before we swine and | |
| Cause that counter fit niggas is real then twenty four k | |
| Y'all can't hang that bud we slang like it ain't no thang | |
| Get 'em up to the | |
| Eastside, to the | |
| Westside, true city thugs | |
| What's up much love, to the | |
| Tear da Club | |
| Up Thugsjust throw it up, all y'all get across the wall | |
| Chorus: {Till | |
| The End} |
| zuo qu : BeatInAzz, D Roc, Kaine | |
| Chorus: Every where we gooo, every where we gooo | |
| People want to knooow, people want to knooow | |
| What we here fooor, what we here fooor | |
| We thug walkin', we thug walkin', thug walkin' | |
| Verse One: | |
| Ying Yang | |
| Twins back and forth | |
| Pain make you retaliate | |
| Swang to crack yo chest blade | |
| Hangin' with the best dates | |
| Slang and get they neck played | |
| Game is what yo test gave | |
| Blang and take hoes and smoke hay | |
| Niggas what they call us | |
| Triggers is how we boss hog | |
| Drugs is what we left with | |
| Slugs will bring yo death quick | |
| Knucks will get you swolle up | |
| Tricks will get you dick sick | |
| Clinton gonna see impeachment | |
| For freaks he try' na creep with | |
| Busters never last long | |
| Hustlers get they cash on | |
| Hiders never act out | |
| Riders known to slash out | |
| Pimps only get paid | |
| Simps truly get played | |
| Wimps never fist fight | |
| Freaks is quick to turn dikes | |
| Sheets never come clean bled | |
| From yo crime scene mann | |
| Chorus: 2x | |
| Verse Two: | |
| DRoc Even thought yo mind was blind soul keeper | |
| He took you on a shine with nine and made | |
| Mom weepier | |
| That thing he' ll die for his boys they ballin' good | |
| But nigga see them boys was comin' up out the wood | |
| Lay down was all you heard | |
| I mean scary | |
| One of ' em got bold and reached for the | |
| ChevyGun shots went off so we had to make it quick | |
| Told the other boys go ahead and give up the shit | |
| I don pistol whipped a nigga and told him to give up the loot | |
| If he pissed of my nigga | |
| I will shot | |
| So he hurried up and them other niggas to | |
| I started up the car and told them what they had to do | |
| Chorus: 2x | |
| Verse Three: | |
| Kaine I' m smokin' my weed with y' all | |
| Hangin' with niggas y' all ball | |
| Just because niggas be takin' it all | |
| Told them broads to back up off my balls | |
| Thugs be ready to brawl on the point of call | |
| The devil reached in sippin' on gin | |
| It changed my mind to sin | |
| Hangin' with thugs that be loud as a rooster | |
| Figurin' they call us fools | |
| I haven' t finished school | |
| Chosen few, rollin' through, military style like we was suppose to do | |
| Who do you think that you fuckin' with | |
| Stupid bitch roll up out the vine before we swine and | |
| Cause that counter fit niggas is real then twenty four k | |
| Y' all can' t hang that bud we slang like it ain' t no thang | |
| Get ' em up to the | |
| Eastside, to the | |
| Westside, true city thugs | |
| What' s up much love, to the | |
| Tear da Club | |
| Up Thugsjust throw it up, all y' all get across the wall | |
| Chorus: Till | |
| The End |
| zuò qǔ : BeatInAzz, D Roc, Kaine | |
| Chorus: Every where we gooo, every where we gooo | |
| People want to knooow, people want to knooow | |
| What we here fooor, what we here fooor | |
| We thug walkin', we thug walkin', thug walkin' | |
| Verse One: | |
| Ying Yang | |
| Twins back and forth | |
| Pain make you retaliate | |
| Swang to crack yo chest blade | |
| Hangin' with the best dates | |
| Slang and get they neck played | |
| Game is what yo test gave | |
| Blang and take hoes and smoke hay | |
| Niggas what they call us | |
| Triggers is how we boss hog | |
| Drugs is what we left with | |
| Slugs will bring yo death quick | |
| Knucks will get you swolle up | |
| Tricks will get you dick sick | |
| Clinton gonna see impeachment | |
| For freaks he try' na creep with | |
| Busters never last long | |
| Hustlers get they cash on | |
| Hiders never act out | |
| Riders known to slash out | |
| Pimps only get paid | |
| Simps truly get played | |
| Wimps never fist fight | |
| Freaks is quick to turn dikes | |
| Sheets never come clean bled | |
| From yo crime scene mann | |
| Chorus: 2x | |
| Verse Two: | |
| DRoc Even thought yo mind was blind soul keeper | |
| He took you on a shine with nine and made | |
| Mom weepier | |
| That thing he' ll die for his boys they ballin' good | |
| But nigga see them boys was comin' up out the wood | |
| Lay down was all you heard | |
| I mean scary | |
| One of ' em got bold and reached for the | |
| ChevyGun shots went off so we had to make it quick | |
| Told the other boys go ahead and give up the shit | |
| I don pistol whipped a nigga and told him to give up the loot | |
| If he pissed of my nigga | |
| I will shot | |
| So he hurried up and them other niggas to | |
| I started up the car and told them what they had to do | |
| Chorus: 2x | |
| Verse Three: | |
| Kaine I' m smokin' my weed with y' all | |
| Hangin' with niggas y' all ball | |
| Just because niggas be takin' it all | |
| Told them broads to back up off my balls | |
| Thugs be ready to brawl on the point of call | |
| The devil reached in sippin' on gin | |
| It changed my mind to sin | |
| Hangin' with thugs that be loud as a rooster | |
| Figurin' they call us fools | |
| I haven' t finished school | |
| Chosen few, rollin' through, military style like we was suppose to do | |
| Who do you think that you fuckin' with | |
| Stupid bitch roll up out the vine before we swine and | |
| Cause that counter fit niggas is real then twenty four k | |
| Y' all can' t hang that bud we slang like it ain' t no thang | |
| Get ' em up to the | |
| Eastside, to the | |
| Westside, true city thugs | |
| What' s up much love, to the | |
| Tear da Club | |
| Up Thugsjust throw it up, all y' all get across the wall | |
| Chorus: Till | |
| The End |
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