Thugs & Hustlers 歌词
| 歌曲 | Thugs & Hustlers |
| 歌手 | Naughty by Nature |
| 专辑 | Nineteen Naughty Nine Nature's Fury |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Brown, Criss, Gist, Henderson | |
| Aw shit! Here we go! | |
| Aw there go my niggas over there! | |
| Yeah there go my thugs over there! | |
| There go them bitches over there! | |
| Look out for shots for my real niggas! | |
| [Chorus:] | |
| Where my thugs, where my hustlers at? | |
| Where my thugs, where my hustlers at? Say what? | |
| Where my thugs, where my hustlers at? | |
| Where my thuss, where my hustlers at? Say what? | |
| The Henny's in me, you can't change that | |
| Crack the blunt, roll that bitch up, where my thugs at? | |
| Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at | |
| Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at | |
| The Henny's in me, you can't change that | |
| Crack the blunt, roll that bitch up, where my thugs at? | |
| Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at | |
| Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at | |
| [Mag] | |
| Now why should locs give a ****? | |
| What? Nigga my mental's stuck | |
| I gotta be dirty damn near all the time, strapped the **** up | |
| Post the **** up, Smoked the **** up, locced the **** up | |
| When the po po come we don't choke the **** up, punk | |
| Bitch ass niggas know they can't run with me | |
| Real ass niggas they get it done with me | |
| Because they want with me | |
| Ha, it's just the low life I live | |
| Shit forever we ride, dub sac, my homey done died | |
| My head stays busted | |
| All mother****in day, off that Henny blessed with Alhezay | |
| Hey, what, gangstafied, bout it bout it til I die nigga | |
| Bounce to this and if you dig it press rewind | |
| [Treach] | |
| See now my thugs do the gangsta and the killin and stealin | |
| While my hustlers do the bankin and the dealin for millions | |
| My pimps be curlin, crimpin, straight pimpin and illin | |
| My gangsta thugs on this club on the mother****in realin | |
| See, some mother****ers got loot to get | |
| It's just some mother****ers can't shoot for shit | |
| So my hustlers call my thugs for the slugs for the hit | |
| And yeah my thugs roll and shoot in the hoop like a six | |
| Came from east to the west playin steelo with Beelow | |
| Niggas fought drinkin corpse, too much cut on the kilos | |
| So we took every jewel that he just bought from Tito | |
| Then Beelow rolled him through the desert | |
| Left him bleedin in Reno, without a C-note | |
| A section or a solid to sell it | |
| Ain't married **** a ring, save the carats for rabbits | |
| Cuz a pimp and a thug and a hustler know | |
| You trick your grip, the bitch got rich and you's the hoe, woah | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Krayzie Bone] | |
| You see them packin niggas goin in the club, token, smokin bud | |
| Ain't no security at the door so they ain't even get touched | |
| Now they better tear this mother****er up | |
| If you one of them niggas, us | |
| Straight to the parkin, lift them nigga what | |
| We all thugged out, got on khakis, fatigues and boots | |
| Just watchin all the loud talkers floss they cheese and jewels | |
| Clean diamond rings and suits, we ain't hatin nigga we hungry | |
| And we'll rob your ass with the quickness if you show me the money | |
| Call it whatever my nigga but I call it being a thug and a hustler | |
| And you gotta have the nuts to be both | |
| And I gotta roll with the raws | |
| And get with the steady regardless | |
| ****, how much your bitch and how many niggas you with | |
| See we the ones that like to crash the party | |
| Drink all the forties up and disrespect every nigga in there | |
| Cuz we don't give a **** (we don't) | |
| Just cuz I be rappin and all my records went platinum | |
| Don't exactly mean I had to get rid of my Thug Mentality | |
| But I know some niggas be fakin themselves | |
| That's cuz they hoes | |
| And when they get caught up in confrontations they be scared as hell | |
| Ain't nothin wrong with bein a thug, but y'all got to keep it real | |
| So don't you get your ass on wax tellin lies about how you live | |
| Now I dedicate this to my real strugglers | |
| Make em feel ya, **** makin em love ya | |
| And y'all gon learn, them thugs and hustlers | |
| Hustlers, hustlers |
| zuo ci : Brown, Criss, Gist, Henderson | |
| Aw shit! Here we go! | |
| Aw there go my niggas over there! | |
| Yeah there go my thugs over there! | |
| There go them bitches over there! | |
| Look out for shots for my real niggas! | |
| Chorus: | |
| Where my thugs, where my hustlers at? | |
| Where my thugs, where my hustlers at? Say what? | |
| Where my thugs, where my hustlers at? | |
| Where my thuss, where my hustlers at? Say what? | |
| The Henny' s in me, you can' t change that | |
| Crack the blunt, roll that bitch up, where my thugs at? | |
| Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at | |
| Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at | |
| The Henny' s in me, you can' t change that | |
| Crack the blunt, roll that bitch up, where my thugs at? | |
| Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at | |
| Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at | |
| Mag | |
| Now why should locs give a ? | |
| What? Nigga my mental' s stuck | |
| I gotta be dirty damn near all the time, strapped the up | |
| Post the up, Smoked the up, locced the up | |
| When the po po come we don' t choke the up, punk | |
| Bitch ass niggas know they can' t run with me | |
| Real ass niggas they get it done with me | |
| Because they want with me | |
| Ha, it' s just the low life I live | |
| Shit forever we ride, dub sac, my homey done died | |
| My head stays busted | |
| All mother in day, off that Henny blessed with Alhezay | |
| Hey, what, gangstafied, bout it bout it til I die nigga | |
| Bounce to this and if you dig it press rewind | |
| Treach | |
| See now my thugs do the gangsta and the killin and stealin | |
| While my hustlers do the bankin and the dealin for millions | |
| My pimps be curlin, crimpin, straight pimpin and illin | |
| My gangsta thugs on this club on the mother in realin | |
| See, some mother ers got loot to get | |
| It' s just some mother ers can' t shoot for shit | |
| So my hustlers call my thugs for the slugs for the hit | |
| And yeah my thugs roll and shoot in the hoop like a six | |
| Came from east to the west playin steelo with Beelow | |
| Niggas fought drinkin corpse, too much cut on the kilos | |
| So we took every jewel that he just bought from Tito | |
| Then Beelow rolled him through the desert | |
| Left him bleedin in Reno, without a Cnote | |
| A section or a solid to sell it | |
| Ain' t married a ring, save the carats for rabbits | |
| Cuz a pimp and a thug and a hustler know | |
| You trick your grip, the bitch got rich and you' s the hoe, woah | |
| Chorus | |
| Krayzie Bone | |
| You see them packin niggas goin in the club, token, smokin bud | |
| Ain' t no security at the door so they ain' t even get touched | |
| Now they better tear this mother er up | |
| If you one of them niggas, us | |
| Straight to the parkin, lift them nigga what | |
| We all thugged out, got on khakis, fatigues and boots | |
| Just watchin all the loud talkers floss they cheese and jewels | |
| Clean diamond rings and suits, we ain' t hatin nigga we hungry | |
| And we' ll rob your ass with the quickness if you show me the money | |
| Call it whatever my nigga but I call it being a thug and a hustler | |
| And you gotta have the nuts to be both | |
| And I gotta roll with the raws | |
| And get with the steady regardless | |
| , how much your bitch and how many niggas you with | |
| See we the ones that like to crash the party | |
| Drink all the forties up and disrespect every nigga in there | |
| Cuz we don' t give a we don' t | |
| Just cuz I be rappin and all my records went platinum | |
| Don' t exactly mean I had to get rid of my Thug Mentality | |
| But I know some niggas be fakin themselves | |
| That' s cuz they hoes | |
| And when they get caught up in confrontations they be scared as hell | |
| Ain' t nothin wrong with bein a thug, but y' all got to keep it real | |
| So don' t you get your ass on wax tellin lies about how you live | |
| Now I dedicate this to my real strugglers | |
| Make em feel ya, makin em love ya | |
| And y' all gon learn, them thugs and hustlers | |
| Hustlers, hustlers |
| zuò cí : Brown, Criss, Gist, Henderson | |
| Aw shit! Here we go! | |
| Aw there go my niggas over there! | |
| Yeah there go my thugs over there! | |
| There go them bitches over there! | |
| Look out for shots for my real niggas! | |
| Chorus: | |
| Where my thugs, where my hustlers at? | |
| Where my thugs, where my hustlers at? Say what? | |
| Where my thugs, where my hustlers at? | |
| Where my thuss, where my hustlers at? Say what? | |
| The Henny' s in me, you can' t change that | |
| Crack the blunt, roll that bitch up, where my thugs at? | |
| Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at | |
| Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at | |
| The Henny' s in me, you can' t change that | |
| Crack the blunt, roll that bitch up, where my thugs at? | |
| Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at | |
| Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at | |
| Mag | |
| Now why should locs give a ? | |
| What? Nigga my mental' s stuck | |
| I gotta be dirty damn near all the time, strapped the up | |
| Post the up, Smoked the up, locced the up | |
| When the po po come we don' t choke the up, punk | |
| Bitch ass niggas know they can' t run with me | |
| Real ass niggas they get it done with me | |
| Because they want with me | |
| Ha, it' s just the low life I live | |
| Shit forever we ride, dub sac, my homey done died | |
| My head stays busted | |
| All mother in day, off that Henny blessed with Alhezay | |
| Hey, what, gangstafied, bout it bout it til I die nigga | |
| Bounce to this and if you dig it press rewind | |
| Treach | |
| See now my thugs do the gangsta and the killin and stealin | |
| While my hustlers do the bankin and the dealin for millions | |
| My pimps be curlin, crimpin, straight pimpin and illin | |
| My gangsta thugs on this club on the mother in realin | |
| See, some mother ers got loot to get | |
| It' s just some mother ers can' t shoot for shit | |
| So my hustlers call my thugs for the slugs for the hit | |
| And yeah my thugs roll and shoot in the hoop like a six | |
| Came from east to the west playin steelo with Beelow | |
| Niggas fought drinkin corpse, too much cut on the kilos | |
| So we took every jewel that he just bought from Tito | |
| Then Beelow rolled him through the desert | |
| Left him bleedin in Reno, without a Cnote | |
| A section or a solid to sell it | |
| Ain' t married a ring, save the carats for rabbits | |
| Cuz a pimp and a thug and a hustler know | |
| You trick your grip, the bitch got rich and you' s the hoe, woah | |
| Chorus | |
| Krayzie Bone | |
| You see them packin niggas goin in the club, token, smokin bud | |
| Ain' t no security at the door so they ain' t even get touched | |
| Now they better tear this mother er up | |
| If you one of them niggas, us | |
| Straight to the parkin, lift them nigga what | |
| We all thugged out, got on khakis, fatigues and boots | |
| Just watchin all the loud talkers floss they cheese and jewels | |
| Clean diamond rings and suits, we ain' t hatin nigga we hungry | |
| And we' ll rob your ass with the quickness if you show me the money | |
| Call it whatever my nigga but I call it being a thug and a hustler | |
| And you gotta have the nuts to be both | |
| And I gotta roll with the raws | |
| And get with the steady regardless | |
| , how much your bitch and how many niggas you with | |
| See we the ones that like to crash the party | |
| Drink all the forties up and disrespect every nigga in there | |
| Cuz we don' t give a we don' t | |
| Just cuz I be rappin and all my records went platinum | |
| Don' t exactly mean I had to get rid of my Thug Mentality | |
| But I know some niggas be fakin themselves | |
| That' s cuz they hoes | |
| And when they get caught up in confrontations they be scared as hell | |
| Ain' t nothin wrong with bein a thug, but y' all got to keep it real | |
| So don' t you get your ass on wax tellin lies about how you live | |
| Now I dedicate this to my real strugglers | |
| Make em feel ya, makin em love ya | |
| And y' all gon learn, them thugs and hustlers | |
| Hustlers, hustlers |
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