Lyrical Breakdown of We Thuggin (REMIX) (feat R Kelly, Busta Rhymes, Noreaga and Remy) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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Ha, ha, ha, ha Uh, uh, uh, yeah, uh For my dirty, dirty D.C. what? Uh, yeah, uh, T.S Remix y'all Remix y'all Remix y'all The remix y'all Crack is back again (ooo-oooh) Had to rip this track again (ooo-oooh) And when it's packed like The Garden You know it's the Squadron The god, Fat Joe And that bitch, Remy Martin We thuggin' You know the rest Got the tank top on that show the vest I know some chickens that be strippin' and they show they breasts And they all think Joe the best Well it's on if they got no regrets Bring them hoes to the low crib by the lake on the coldest sect I got chicks butt-naked feelin' no redress Okay, I'm on my way with a load of cess But, I got four niggas in my truck And if you bring 'em to my crib, they gettin' fucked up I'mma sneak 'em in the back as soon as y'all drunk We take a puff of dro and be like (oo-oo-oooh) Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on dubs, and Off up in the club, wildin' like what Got Cris' on pop, Henny wit no chaser, and mami don't stop Throw it up, six o'clock, cause I got four hon-eys in the drop And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot And it's full of honeys, panties with no tops We take a puff of dro and be like (oo-oo-oooh) Ay, yo, twin ho days and we makin' it hot (say what?) Numero uno on your billboard spot (what, nigga?) Since the days of flow Joe, we be makin' it hot Before Superthug, niggas sold crack on the block You see, uh We thuggin', rollin' on dubs, and Niggas say they still in them bricks, but they wasn't Me and Big Pun ran trains on mad cousins Mami took an E and a half and three wasn't And nigga, yeah, I'mma stay right here (ain't goin' nowhere) It's thugged-out Miller-tainment, and it's somethin' to fear And I ain't got time for diss records (no time for that) Catch me in the streets, and I'mma leave your muthafuckin' bitch naked FJ 560, the five ride with me (we got honeys, y'all) I got some mamis in the club wanna slide with me Ho's at, I drunk 'nough y'all yay Me and my Joe, Hennessey doubles and lattes (hey!) Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on dubs, and Off up in the club, wildin' like what Got Cris' on pop, Henny wit no chaser, and mami don't stop Throw it up, six o'clock, cause I got four hon-eys in the drop And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot And it's full of honeys, panties with no tops We take a puff of dro and be like (oo-oo-oooh) In 2001, we move fast I had to fuck a couple fat bitches all in they ass Yes, I get busy and know and I do all I can (can) Had to meet up with them Terror Squad niggas, my man (man) Yeah, I see a couple of niggas that look real bugged In the corner frontin' like a bunch of real, live thugs Frontin', stackin' my ones and I'm countin' these figgas Got a cooler bitch that's mo' thug than some of these niggas Fuckin' me now, suckin' my ass late Straight drinkin' the Henny, sippin' with no chaser When my bitches be thuggin' niggas that catch vapors Lovin' how my bitches be givin' me paper One by one, watchin' y'all niggas drop off You wack niggas will feel when you hear my gun pop off Get my rocks off, that's when I'm quick to knock your block off And hold a gat when I'm fuckin' and never take my socks off Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on dubs, and Off up in the club, wildin' like what Got Cris' on pop, Henny wit no chaser, and mami don't stop Throw it up, six o'clock, cause I got four hon-eys in the drop And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot And it's full of honeys, panties with no tops We take a puff of dro and be like (oo-oo-oooh)