Thuggin’

作词 : Madlib/Freddie Gibbs

作曲 : Madlib/Freddie Gibbs

"Somebody warn the west, nigga ain't runnin"

"Somebody, nigga ain't runnin no more"

"The Legend of Nigga in color, rated PG

Parental guidance suggested"

Uh, yeah, fo' sho'

Niggas be comin at me like, "Yo, yo Fred man

You a real nigga, dawg", yes baby, real nigga (Real nigga)

I be like (From front to the back) "Respect man" (Respect)

These fake niggas done lowered the bar, you know what I'm sayin'?

Niggas be like "Fred, you ain't never lied"

**** the rap shit, my gangsta been solidified

Still do my business on the side

B***h, if you polices, then pay me no never mind

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 b***h, 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 d**k 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 shit don't mean a thang

When you rocking mics and stealing microwaves, cooking 'caine

Never trickin' on a dame, I'm too cold for you broke hoes

Don't let the knob hit your booty when the door close, b***h

She let me hit it cause I'm thuggin'

Squares need not apply, I'm so fly, might **** her cousin

Swiftly 'bout to stick a sweet d**k in your sweetheart

Then 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?

B***h I'm thuggin', b***h

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 rappin', we're against those thugs"

Can't be legit when every nigga 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 nigga up the street

Cause he thuggin', and yo, she'd probably suck his d**k for it

She turnt out so it ain't shit to turn a trick for it

My uncle last b***h put him on the glass d**k

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 shit 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, b***h

"What type of shit is this"

"You got all these dumbass niggas scared of you around here?"

"Just tryin' to make a fool out of me or somethin'?"

"Aye, fool, look at this damn fool in here!"

"Shit!"