Baby I treat ya wrong, no hugs no kisses, I'll freak ya long/ We thuggaluscious, pimp style so vicious, sex in the middle of the kitchen/ Pimpin in the fact of religion, respect this or a thug rest, cause the rest of my life is hectic/ Ask if she can hold the weapon, concealed it, know how to hustle and help it, you feel it? Gangsta livin, homie, shorty can't be boney, cute face thick in the thighs/ My place, take a look in her eyes, what's next? Chicks already high, her reply, she got half on the Yak/ Where a big bra just to have tha sag/ Big dog just go matchin that, brains automatic so I'll keep her stats (What?)/ Get your girl so we can run and bag (C'mon baby, let's go) it's my world, full of thug rats
-Biz n Butcha-Chorus-
Now if ya girl makin money without a job, she's a thug rat a thug rat/ In the R.N.E. shootin craps with the homies, bet it not, she's a thug rat a thug rat/ Now if yo girl keep a fat pack of Philly Blunts, and a six pack stashed just to get me drunk, she's a thug rat a thug rat uh huh a thug rat a thug rat/ Now if yo girl pack a pistol in the back of her jeans, she's a thug rat a thug rat/ She's spending half her dough on the lottery, she's a thug rat a thug rat/ Now if she drink her 40's like two at a time, stay in the hood and ain't hard to find, she's a thug rat a thug rat uh huh a thug rat a thug rat
-Butcha-
Wanna chick with a ring in her nose/ The one who slippin and dippin and tippin the bottle of Ol' E, froze/ The one who deliver, spit up, that make a livin (?) no panty hoes, so the tactics explode (Damn)/ Ice to the toes, down to caraclothes, hot like a missile in the middle after it blow/ She take it to otha level, but demmel like the devil whenever, you know she can't keep her fat lips closed/ Givin peep shows, hittin T mo's hop on the table and give a dance to my bros/ She livin for flippin, thats how the chicken game goes/ She drop out of college so she can do the head shows, with her pinky ring froze/ Nobody knows to the clothes, tickle her toes somebody checkin her pose/ She heated with Nina's, she bustin bullets in the (?)/ She live on the flat, with a (?) drivin Expo's/ Now thug rats, in the back, trippin off that Courtasac/ Thuggin from 8-mile to Mack, let me tear you from the back/ Now baby, let me show you how its done/ O so (?) till you the ones, so let me hug that, let me rub that, let me touch that, mug that, let me plug that, I'm a lover for thug rats
-Chorus-
-Krayzie Bone-
If you lookin for a thug rat, they usually in the club where the thugs at/ Smokin on a blunt, gettin crunk like fuck that/ Always in the hood runnin schemes on diamonds, have a nigga run in your house and lay you down for money/ You think its funny, but I know a thug rat when I see her/ Try to kick it wit a nigga cause I smoke alot of reefa/ You know the kind, on the dance floor grindin, lookin in your eyes at the same time tryin to get a niggas attention but I ain't even trippin/ I know how they really do it, they bitches on a mission/ She fiendin to get a fix, and maybe a little dick in her mouth, shakin that ass while she stickin it out/ You can spot em when you dippin through the city, but some of em kinda fool ya, cause they lookin real pretty/ Any girl want a bad boy, and she ain't scared to admit how she love that, that bitch gotta be a thug rat
-Chorus-
Recorded for the Biz-N-Butcha album The H.E.A.T. Project