Testo We Thuggin' - Boyz N Da Hood
Testo della canzone We Thuggin' (Boyz N Da Hood), tratta dall'album Back Up N Da Chevy
Yeah
Boyz N Da Hood
Back at it, haha, yeah
What's happenin?
What it do?
Haha, yeah
The whole clique tote pistols, fuck ya lucky charms
Niggas got tats on their necks and their arms
So when you see us comin, duck cause we bustin
Flyin in the bucket hollerin fuck it cause we thuggin
The whole clique tote pistols, fuck ya lucky charms
Niggas got tats on their necks and their arms
So when you see us comin, duck cause we bustin
Flyin in the bucket hollerin fuck it cause we thuggin
Yeah, we back in the lab, back on the block
Back with them slabs, back with them Glocks, front and get dropped
Yeah nigga we'll run in ya spot
Take ya lil' chains and ya colorful watch, heh
I'm stackin my grands, money get locked
Still on the corner I stand, traffickin blocks, hah
We'll pull a nigga car fo' real
Yeah, them Boyz N Da Hood hard fo' real
And niggas say they ball but what they talkin is lame
My whole clique strapped and we off of the chain
Plus a lot of niggas fake so I'mma say it out loud
Cause a lot of niggas hate but they don't say it out loud
From Compton to A-Town, we come from the playgrounds
Where niggas don't play 'round, stuntin we spray rounds
Still thuggin, we run from the K-9
Got the trap bumpin like the beat in the bassline
The whole clique tote pistols, fuck ya lucky charms
Niggas got tats on their necks and their arms
So when you see us comin, duck cause we bustin
Flyin in the bucket hollerin fuck it cause we thuggin
The whole clique tote pistols, fuck ya lucky charms
Niggas got tats on their necks and their arms
So when you see us comin, duck cause we bustin
Flyin in the bucket hollerin fuck it cause we thuggin
Now I roll with the big dawgs, certified street hogg
Niggas run the mess hall, we don't take no shit dawg
Niggas lined up waitin on the whistle like a kick off
Then form a circle 'round yo' ass like a tip off
All of this reserved to you, feelin the need to lip off
You done got me pissed off, man you gettin shipped off
Plus I got a charge so it's guaranteed to jump off
Got the pistol grip pumpers guaranteed to dump off
We some real street cats so we forever prowlin
Makin more than the government off these project housin
Dawg I stay throwed and blowed, I be wildin
On the centerfold with two bad hoes, I'm stylin
Always on the scene but rarely seen smilin
Bang the baddest broad from Dallas to Rhode Island
Before you do some dumb shit, boy you better think long
Listen to these words close, this ain't just no rap song
The whole clique tote pistols, fuck ya lucky charms
Niggas got tats on their necks and their arms
So when you see us comin, duck cause we bustin
Flyin in the bucket hollerin fuck it cause we thuggin
The whole clique tote pistols, fuck ya lucky charms
Niggas got tats on their necks and their arms
So when you see us comin, duck cause we bustin
Flyin in the bucket hollerin fuck it cause we thuggin
Ay, nowadays I just moan and groan
I had a deal for a year, still my lights ain't on
Feel pain, deep in my bones
And keep one eye open cause you here and you gone
Walk up on these suckas like what's up with that
Movin like a centipede, jukin like a quarterback
Poppin off up in the street,'specially where my partners at
Most of them got ten a piece but fuck it we some lumberjacks
Take it there, yeah we can take it there
Say you got a K up in the trunk, let's see you make it there
Got my mindframe focused on this paper now
I'm tryin to buy a hundred acres, fillin up my bank account
Tryin to shake these haters off is what I been about
I say a prayer for every slug right before I send 'em out
I got dreams on a yacht drinkin Guinness Stout
But now I'm in the hood stickin to the shit I been about
Edgehanger, what the fuck is you sayin?
Big Scrit is the talk, nigga died in this bitch, who? (Yup)
Boyz N Da motherfuckin Hood, you know what I'm sayin?
Ay, it's me, Big Gee the motherfuckin Edgehanger, headbanger
Been doin it fo'ever, bitch, it's in my bloodstream
Sick and tired of strugglin, tired of hustlin, tired of scufflin
Huh, ay, I'm sick and tired of everything
Huh, yup, who?
Tired of hustlin, tired of scufflin
Tired of strugglin, I'm sick and tired of everything
Big Gee, Boyz N Da Hood
Credits
Writer(s): Jacoby White, Alonzo Mathis, Kannon Cross, Corey Simon, Miguel Scott, Lee F Dixon
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