Ha, ha, ha, ha
Uh, uh, uh, yeah, uh
For my dirty, dirty
D.C. what?
Uh, yeah, uh, T.S.
Remix yall
Remix yall
Remix yall
The remix yall
Crack is back again (ooo-oooh)
Had to rip this track again (ooo-oooh)
And when its packed like The Garden
You know its the Squadron
The god, Fat Joe
And that bitch, Remy Martin
We thuggin
You know the rest
Got the tank top on that show the vest
I know some chickens that be strippin and they show they breasts
And they all think Joe the best
Well its on if they got no regrets
Bring them hoes to the low crib by the lake on the coldest sect
I got chicks butt-naked feelin no redress
Okay, Im on my way with a load of cess
But, I got four niggas in my truck
And if you bring em to my crib, they gettin fucked up
Ima sneak em in the back as soon as yall drunk
We take a puff of dro and be like (oo-oo-oooh)
Yeah, we thuggin, rollin on dubs, and
Off up in the club, wildin like what
Got Cris on pop, Henny wit no chaser, and mami dont stop
Throw it up, six oclock, cause I got four hon-eys in the drop
And my man Joes got the keys to the spot
And its full of honeys, panties with no tops
We take a puff of dro and be like (oo-oo-oooh)
Ay, yo, twin ho days and we makin it hot (say what?)
Numero uno on your billboard spot (what, nigga?)
Since the days of flow Joe, we be makin it hot
Before Superthug, niggas sold crack on the block
You see, uh
We thuggin, rollin on dubs, and
Niggas say they still in them bricks, but they wasnt
Me and Big Pun ran trains on mad cousins
Mami took an E and a half and three wasnt
And nigga, yeah, Ima stay right here (aint goin nowhere)
Its thugged-out Miller-tainment, and its somethin to fear
And I aint got time for diss records (no time for that)
Catch me in the streets, and Ima leave your muthafuckin bitch naked
FJ 560, the five ride with me (we got honeys, yall)
I got some mamis in the club wanna slide with me
Hos at, I drunk nough yall yay
Me and my Joe, Hennessey doubles and lattes (hey!)
Yeah, we thuggin, rollin on dubs, and
Off up in the club, wildin like what
Got Cris on pop, Henny wit no chaser, and mami dont stop
Throw it up, six oclock, cause I got four hon-eys in the drop
And my man Joes got the keys to the spot
And its full of honeys, panties with no tops
We take a puff of dro and be like (oo-oo-oooh)
In 2001, we move fast
I had to fuck a couple fat bitches all in they ass
Yes, I get busy and know and I do all I can (can)
Had to meet up with them Terror Squad niggas, my man (man)
Yeah, I see a couple of niggas that look real bugged
In the corner frontin like a bunch of real, live thugs
Frontin, stackin my ones and Im countin these figgas
Got a cooler bitch thats mo thug than some of these niggas
Fuckin me now, suckin my ass late
Straight drinkin the Henny, sippin with no chaser
When my bitches be thuggin niggas that catch vapors
Lovin how my bitches be givin me paper
One by one, watchin yall niggas drop off
You wack niggas will feel when you hear my gun pop off
Get my rocks off, thats when Im quick to knock your block off
And hold a gat when Im fuckin and never take my socks off
Yeah, we thuggin, rollin on dubs, and
Off up in the club, wildin like what
Got Cris on pop, Henny wit no chaser, and mami dont stop
Throw it up, six oclock, cause I got four hon-eys in the drop
And my man Joes got the keys to the spot
And its full of honeys, panties with no tops
We take a puff of dro and be like (oo-oo-oooh)
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