作词 : Madlib/Freddie Gibbs
 作曲 : Madlib/Freddie Gibbs
 "Somebody warn the west, ***** ain't runnin"
 "Somebody, ***** ain't runnin no more"
 "The Legend of ***** in color, rated PG
 Parental guidance suggested"
 Uh, yeah, fo'sho'
 *****s be comin at me like, "Yo, yo Fred man
 You a real *****, dawg", yes baby, real ***** (real *****)
 I be like (from front to the back) "Respect man" (respect)
 These fake *****s done lowered the bar, you know what I'm sayin?
 *****s be like "Fred, you ain't never lied"
 **** the rap ****, my gangsta been solidified
 Still do my business on the side
 *****, 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 mother****er breathe
 Sit outside a busta crib and let that mother****er leave
 Walk his ass back in and put him on his mother****in' knees
 Thuggin', never takin' no for an answer
 Might just take a loss, but *****, I'd rather take my chances
 This liquor got me lurkin' where you live at in the night time
 59Fifty 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 **** can go
 So gon', 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, yeah, and it feels so good
 Uh, and it feels so right
 'Cause motha****a I'm thuggin'
 Selling you the science of the street rap
 Every mother****in' 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 **** about your feedback
 Critically acclaimed but that **** 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, *****
 She let me hit it cause I'm thuggin'
 ******s need not apply, I'm so fly I might **** her cousin
 Swiftly 'bout to stick a sweet **** in your sweetheart
 Then go and 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?
 ***** 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 motha****a I'm thuggin'
 "We're not against rap, but we're against those thugs"
 Can't be legit when every ***** in your clique sold drugs
 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 ass would serve my own ****ing 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 ***** up the street
 Cause he thuggin', and yo, she'd probably suck his **** for it
 She turnt out so it ain't **** to turn a trick for it
 My uncle last ***** put him on the glass ****
 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 **** is everlastin'
 I'm thuggin', huh
 And it feels so good, uh, and it feels so right
 Uh, yeah, and it feels so good
 Uh, and it feels so right
 'Cause motha****a I'm thuggin, *****