107. uh ThugLine Radio callin you on the air. What you wanna hear baby. (Hi, I want to hear that new ThugLine joint, you know the one with LaReece). Ya thats tight thats tight. Krayzie Bone, 107. uh. All day in your uh, keyhole baby. (Uh, can I get some chicken?)
-Krayzie Bone-
Thugline, Thugline/ It’s Thugline, Thugline
-Krayzie Bone-(LaReece)-
If y’all niggas think y’all can keep up (Ride if ya like) then come into my world, we just do our usual/ (Thugs for life) Thang we just hangin’, lets ride/ (Ride if ya like) Have a hell of a time on the Line/ Thugline. (Thugs for life)
-Asu-
Y’all niggas can’t keep up/ Bust bigger like a D-cup/ And after we get rid of this dope, we gon’ have to re-up/ All you could say is, we what? Thugs for life/ No if, ands, or fuckin’ buts, so ride if you like/ I stand and cut, sparking the weed up/ Quick to heat up/ Them ladies love the way the Thunder poke ‘em, wantin’ that cock beat up/ Mic freaker, dope seeker, and i’m bangin’ thru your speakers/ Stop ringing my beeper, bitch, I said i’ll see you when I see you/ Best believe a nigga serving more wood than Ikea/ Ain’t nobody been in and out of more draws than me niether/ Now, pass the reefer to a real cheifa, but nigga, Heaven’s not either/ And that dip is only for all believers/ Now, if you still with us you kept up/ If not, guess what?/ They’re coming to crept up, and y’all chose the wrong niggas to step up/ It’s F’d up (F'd up), but can’t and ain’t changing either/ Thugline ain’t for the bullshit, and Mo Thug neither
-Chorus-
-LaReece-
Where the thugs at?/ Ain’t nothing but dimes in the back/ And oh, we wanna know just who’s the mack with the biggest sack/ Where your crew at?/ We can do that/ Got the juice and gin, round up all your cutest friends/ Team got the herbs and X, and tricks that serve the sex/ We hope you G’d up, ‘cause bitches weed up, flossin’ them D-cups/ We came to kick it, so don’t smoke the weed up/ Check the riders for heat, ‘cause you know them drunk ass niggas, they always seem to fuck up the flow/ Lets go to the pool and sip Martini in our new bikinis. The mood is right, we tipsy and the jacuzzi is steamy/ These bitches see me and they mad ‘cause the thugs on my crew/ These niggas riders, they love dope, don’t give a fuck about you/ They got the strippers up in VIP for ballers with G's All of these, please, is stressin’ me like y’all won’t believe/ They all up on these/ I roll with playas that pack heat and love crime/ I represent the ladies, bitch, the crew is Thugline/ Ya know!?
-Chorus-
-Krayzie Bone-
Get up outta my car, i’m feeling ziggity, ziggity, ziggity/ Can I get a little bit of Hennessey?/ Add a little bit of Gin and we got that Sin, let the party begin/ I’m with my friends and we rollin’, smokin’, blowin’, chokin’, rollin’ up some more, and more, and more, ‘til we P.O.D.’ded/ Past cromatose, fucked up and weeded/ Need more reason for chillin’, we having a good time, and plus the hood’s tyte, so should I put up my pistol?/ No/ I brought my dogs, but you never know about these thug haters/ Gotta stay ready to blaze ‘em Fade ‘em/ But it ain’t shit happenin’, my niggas, what’s happenin’?/ This one for the family, and it gotta be T-H-U-G Line/ Let me hit it one more time/ Look at my eyes shut all the way/ We in the sky, ‘cause the only way to fly is high/ Come take a fly with’cha nigga, hit this and close your eyes/ Get a ride, free your mind/ But watch out for one time, can never get blinded, them bitches get up and they trailin’ behind me/ I’ma be the nigga with the heat seekers, bring it on
-Chorus-
Recorded for the Krayzie Bone album Thug On Da Line