fat joe We Thuggin' ft. R-Kelly Lyrics

We Thuggin
Yea, uh, uh (Fat Joe and the R)
That s___ y'all (Breakin s___ down)
Shake that, funky, funky, funky (Yeah)
Sticky, icky, icky - yeah uh
I got that s___ y'all
I got that s___ y'all
Uh yo yo

[Fat Joe]
Crackman and I'm at it again
n____s had they run, now it's time for change
When we step in the club, n____ tuck ya chain
Got the mink on - same color the Range
Uh, pour liqour for my n____ that's gone
Big Pun! Then we party like we just came home
f___ a b____ if she act to grown
I don't need that s___, I got my wife at home
Uh words slurrin, dirty urine
Drunk off of Henny and the 'jo keep burnin
Dancin with shorty and her friend keep flirtin
I don't always crush two but tonight seems certain
Party hard like "f___ all y'all!"
Bottles in the air like we stuck up the bar
Terror Squad man you know who we are
Cruise through ya block and them drop-top Bentley Azures

[Chorus - R. Kelly]
Yeah, we thuggin, rollin on dubs and,
Off up in the club, whylin like what
Got Cris' on pop, Henny wit no chaser, mami don't stop
Throwin up six o'clock, plus I got four hun-nies in the drop
And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot
And it's full with hunnies, panties with no tops
We take a puff of 'dro and be aight

[Fat Joe]
Yea uh, yea yea yo
Everybody wanna know where the crib's at
n____s just now gettin ice, so we get that
Mami starin at me like she wanna get kidnapped
Money lookin happy with his wife but we triz that
Along with Lisa, Aisha, Shonda, Renee
Even ran through the dorms down in Morgan State
In Miami, pool-party off the chain
Gettin brains in the water on Memorial Day
Uh, grand-mami all cool and s___
It's ya birthday, show me what I'm foolin with
Like no doubt, pokin doll out, pull ya g-string down south
Soon enough we gon' see if she naughty or not
I'm on E feelin ready and hot, I give 'em twenty a pop
You wanna roll, leave the panties atop

[Chorus - R. Kelly]

[RK] Fat Joe, R. Kelly we proper
[FJ] Yeah, Terror Squad, Rockland what the f___ what
[RK] Fat Joe, R. Kelly we proper
[FJ] Uh, uh, Rockland, Terror Squad what the f___ what

[Both] Some of these kids is doin they own thing
But none of these kids stack chips like us
Some of these cats is doin they own thing
But none of these cats run tricks like us

[Chorus - R. Kelly]

[Fat Joe]
Haha, yeah uh
You know what this is
Chi-town - BX
What the f___ what?
Out...