Lyrical Breakdown of Thug Passion (ft. Jewell, Outlawz, The Storm) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how 2Pac feat. Jewell, Storm & Outlawz weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Thug Passion (ft. Jewell, Outlawz, The Storm)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Aight, new drink One part Alizé, one part Cristal Thug Passion, baby Y'all know what time it is This drink is guaranteed to get the pussy wet and the dick hard Now, if you with me Pour a glass and drink with a nigga, knowhatimean? I ain't tryin' to turn you all niggas into alcohols - alcoholics I'm just tryin' to turn you into motherfuckin' thugs Some come and get some of this thug passion, baby Mayne!, I could pull out the drink and be good until it's relevant But I'm a straight soldier, I'll roll up a nigga like it's Heaven sent Trippin' over dead presidents They got these derelicts I throw was down with this business, tryin' to clown and get a cent And so rather, than stand forever Been thinkin' drinkin' over a felony And hell of me And how it will be in hella shit, people tellin' me to cool out But they ain't feelin' me, a motherfuckin' fool, about My fuckin' cheddar cheese And it pleases, passion of mine Thuggin', huggin' plenty of G's and laughin' while I pass through times And all these bastards be watchin' just keep it plain I'ma keep it the same partner, just take it the simple game I can, pinkle with the rain twinklin' Diamonds and things go blinkin' Enough to hold me, 'til I'm, old and wrinklin' And these adversaries They gonna have to be worryin' Cause I'ma be illin', fulfillin' my passion 'Til I'm buryin' my thug passion I heard it's the bomb And you got it goin' on Give me some of your thug passion, baby You got me drippin' wet From the way you make me sweat Give me some of your thug passion, baby ohhhwow! Now what if me Turn this Hennessy into a robbery The Prophecy probably suddenly switch and how it supposed to be And dirty money Can't be evil cause it's fillin' up my tummy Born in a position, death collision was futuristic Twistin' riches, but there is only one way to make more So I'm standin' on the corner tryin' to hustle in the snow And my bigger bro, couldn't know But buy a .44, blastin' at playa haters wantin' more With a thug passion Puttin' down mashin', control by this thug's passion Unlike them other bustas pistol blastin' I'm askin', what happened To the niggas who kept it real like they claim to That's what money and fame do, see they ain't true Travelin' this road my poor soul has been consolidated With all this bullshit that I done tolerated How I made it, can be easily stated It's like my hardest bring the grip with the passion, left me to fuckin' greatest Load up and take shit Make it to some high dollar gangsta shit Jack a stack 'til we got enough bank to split Creep with me, through that immortal flow Thug passion got you tremblin' like Death on the Row Make your move, so I can throw your mind a curve While I'll be blowin' up the scene, like my nigga Mr. Herb Take a toke, as your heart goes full arrest I got the bomb, so nigga, fuck the rest You need a dub to get you flowin' And let that loc see smoke Feelin' the strokes of the 9 squeeze tight and slow I heard it's the bomb And you got it goin' on Give me some of your thug passion, baby You got me drippin' wet From the way you make me sweat Give me some of your thug passion, baby ohhhwow! They say money don't make the man But damn, I'm makin' money Observin' you motherfuckers, 'cause some of you bitches funny Say you want it but you bullshittin' Lickin' them lips, you got me about to act a fool quick Sippin' on some Alizé and Cristal, meanwhile Buy me a drink and get to winkin' at me, she smiles; a niggas full of passion Satisfaction is everlastin' "How does it feel?" what I'm askin' While I'm rubbin' on that ass "Why you laughin'?" See, I'm diggin' as if I'm curious Full blown and furious Baby, get a grip, when I be doin' this Its' so physical my attraction Driven by alcohol, beware of my reaction Baby I'm born to ball Thugged out on Death Row You better recognize and picture what I said so Now you can feel it, it's a portion for my niggas in motion Forever blastin', bitches ain't ready for thug passion I heard it's the bomb And you got it goin' on Give me some of your thug passion, baby Thug passion You got me drippin' wet From the way you make me swear Give me some of your thug passion, baby ohhhwow! Thug passion I heard it's the bomb And you got it goin' on Give me some of your thug passion, baby Thug passion You got me drippin' wet From the way you make me sweat Give me some of your thug passion, baby ohhhwow! Thug passion I heard it's the bomb And you got it goin' on Give me some of your thug passion, baby You got me drippin' wet From the way you make me sweat Give me some of your thug passion, baby ohhhwow! I heard it's the bomb And you got it goin' on Give me some of your thug passion, baby You got me drippin' wet From the way you make me sweat Give me some of your thug passion, baby ohhhwow!