Текст песни NAUGHTY BY NATURE - Thugs & Hustlers
NAUGHTY BY NATURE - Thugs & Hustlers слова песни
Текст песни NAUGHTY BY NATURE - Thugs & Hustlers
[Intro: (Mag)]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 thatCrack the blunt, roll that bitch up, where my thugs at?Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs atWhere my thugs at? Show me where my thugs atThe Henny's in me, you can't change thatCrack the blunt, roll that bitch up, where my thugs at?Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs atWhere my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at [Mag]Now why should locs give a fuck?What? Nigga my mental's stuckI gotta be dirty damn near all the time, strapped the fuck upPost the fuck up, Smoked the fuck up, locced the fuck upWhen the po po come we don't choke the fuck up, punkBitch ass niggas know they can't run with meReal ass niggas they get it done with meBecause they want with meHa, it's just the low life I liveShit forever we ride, dub sac, my homey done diedMy head stays bustedAll motherfuckin day, off that Henny blessed with AlhezayHey, what, gangstafied, bout it bout it til I die niggaBounce to this and if you dig it press rewind [Treach]See now my thugs do the gangsta and the killin and stealinWhile my hustlers do the bankin and the dealin for millionsMy pimps be curlin, crimpin, straight pimpin and illinMy gangsta thugs on this club on the motherfuckin realinSee, some motherfuckers got loot to getIt's just some motherfuckers can't shoot for shitSo my hustlers call my thugs for the slugs for the hitAnd yeah my thugs roll and shoot in the hoop like a sixCame from east to the west playin steelo with BeelowNiggas fought drinkin corpse, too much cut on the kilosSo we took every jewel that he just bought from TitoThen Beelow rolled him through the desertLeft him bleedin in Reno, without a C-noteA section or a solid to sell itAin't married fuck a ring, save the carats for rabbitsCuz a pimp and a thug and a hustler knowYou 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 budAin't no security at the door so they ain't even get touchedNow they better tear this motherfucker up