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Fat Joe( Joseph Antonio Cartagena )
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We Thuggin Feat.R.Kelly
Lyricist:Ronald Bowser, Joseph Cartagena, Robert S Kelly
(Ooh, mmm) Yea, uh, uh (Fat Joe and the R) That shit y'all (Breakin' shit down)
Shake that, funky, funky, funky (Yeah) Sticky, icky, icky, yeah uh I got that shit y'all I got that shit y'all, uh yo yo
Crackman and I'm at it again Niggas had they run, now it's time for change When we step in the club, nigga tuck ya chain Got the mink on, same color the range
Uh, pour liquor for my nigga that's gone Big Pun, then we party like we just came home Fuck a bitch if she act to grown I don't need that shit, I got my wife at home
Uh, words slurrin', dirty urine Drunk off of Henny and the 'jo keep burnin' Dancin' with shorty and her friend keep flirtin' I don't always crush two but tonight seems certain
Party hard like 'fuck all y'all' Bottles in the air like we stuck up the bar Terror Squad man you know who we are Cruise through ya block and them drop-top Bentley Azures
Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on dubs And off up in the club, whylin' like what Got Cris' on pop, Henny wit no chaser, mami don't stop
Throwin' up six o'clock, plus I got four hun-nies in the drop And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot And it's full with hunnies, panties with no tops We take a puff of 'dro and be aight
Yea uh, yea yea yo Everybody wanna know where the crib's at Niggas just now gettin' ice, so we get that Mami starin' at me like she wanna get kidnapped
Money lookin' happy with his wife but we triz that Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Along with Lisa, Aisha, Shonda, Renee Even ran through the dorms down in Morgan State In Miami, pool party off the chain
Gettin' brains in the water on memorial day Uh, grand-mami all cool and shit It's ya birthday, show me what I'm foolin' with Like no doubt, pokin' doll out, pull ya g-string down south
Oww, pass that, give shorty a shot True enough we gon' see if she naughty or not I'm on E feelin' ready and hot I give 'em twenty a pop, leave the panties atop
Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on dubs And off up in the club, whylin' like what Got Cris' on pop, Henny wit no chaser, mami don't stop
Throwin' up six o'clock, plus I got four hun-nies in the drop And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot And it's full with hunnies, panties with no tops We take a puff of 'dro and be aight
Fat Joe, R. Kelly we proper Yeah, Terror Squad, Rockland, what the fuck? What? Fat Joe, R. Kelly we proper Uh, uh, Rockland, Terror Squad, what the fuck? What?
Some of these kids is doin' they own thing But none of these kids stack chips like us Some of these cats is doin' they own thing But none of these cats run tricks like us
Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on dubs And off up in the club, whylin' like what Got Cris' on pop, Henny wit no chaser, mami don't stop
Throwin' up six o'clock, plus I got four hun-nies in the drop And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot And it's full with hunnies, panties with no tops We take a puff of 'dro and be aight
Haha, yeah, uh You know what this is Chi-town, BX What the fuck what? Out
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