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 from my real niggas!
-Chorus-Mag-
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 thugs, where my hustlers at? Say what? The Henny's in me, you can't change that/ Crack the blunt, roll that bitch up, where my thugs at? Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at/ The Henny's in me, you can't change that/ Crack the blunt, roll that bitch up, where my thugs at? Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at
Mag
Now why should loc's give a fuck? What? Nigga my mental's stuck/ I gotta be dirty damn near all the time, strapped the fuck up/ Post the fuck up, smoked the fuck up, loc'ed the fuck up/ When the po po come we/ don't choke the fuck up, punk/ Bitch ass niggas know they can't run with me/ Real ass niggas they get it done with me because they want with me/ Ha, it's just the low life I live/ Shit forever we ride, dub sac, my homey done died/ My head stays busted all motherfuckin day, off that Henny blessed with Alize/ Hey, what, gangstafied, 'Bout it Bout it' till I die nigga/ Bounce to this and if you dig it press rewind
Treach
See now my thugs do the gangsta and the killin' and stealin'/ While my hustlers do the bankin' and the dealin' for millions/ My pimps be curlin, crimpin, straight pimpin' and illin'/ My gangsta thugs on this club on the motherfuckin' realin'/ See, some motherfuckers got loot to get/ It's just some motherfuckers can't shoot for shit/ So my hustlers call my thugs for the slugs for the hit/ And yeah my thugs roll and shoot in the hoop like a six/ Came from east to the west playin steelo (Westside!) with Beelow/ Niggas fought drinkin' corpse, too much cut on the kilos/ So we took every jewel that he just bought from Tito/ Then Beelow rolled him through the desert/ Left him bleedin in Reno without a C-note/ A section or a solid to sell it/ Ain't married; Fuck a ring, save the carats for rabbits/ Cause a pimp, and a thug, and a hustler know; You trick your grip, the bitch got rich and you's the ho, woah
-Chorus-Mag-
Krayzie Bone
You see them thugger niggas goin' in the club, tokin' smokin' bud/ Ain't no security at the door so they ain't even get touched/ Now they better tear this motherfucker up (Yep) If you're wonderin' them niggas us/ Straight to the parkin', lift them nigga what/ We all thugged out; Got on khakis, fatigues and boots/ Just watchin' all the loud talkers floss they cheese and jewels, clean diamond rings and suits/ We ain't hatin' nigga we hungry, and we'll rob your ass with the quickness if you show me the money/ Call it whatever my nigga but I call it being a thug and a hustler/ And you gotta have the nuts to be both/ And I gotta roll with the raws and get with the steady regardless/ Fuck, how much your bitch and how many niggas you with/ See, we the ones that like to crash the party, drink all the forties up, and disrespect every nigga in there cause we don't give a fuck (We don't) Just cause I be rappin' and all my records went platinum don't exactly mean I had to get rid of my Thug Mentality/ But I know some niggas be fakin' they-selves (That's cause they hoes) And when they get caught up in confrontations they be scared as hell/ Ain't nothin' wrong with bein' a thug, but y'all got to keep it real, so don't you get your ass on wax tellin' lies about how you live/ Now I dedicate this to my real strugglers/ Make 'em feel ya, fuck makin 'em love ya/ And y'all gon learn, them thugs and hustlers, hustlers, hustlers
Available on the Naughty By Nature album 19 Naughty 9; Nature's Fury