Fat Joe, R. Kelly - We Thuggin' lyrics

(Ooohhh, mmm)
Yea, uh, uh (Fat Joe and the R)
That shit y'all (Breakin shit down)
Shake that, funky, funky, funky (yeah)
Sticky, icky, icky - yeah uh
I got that shit y'all i got that shit y'all
Uh yo yo

Crackman and I'm at it again
Niggas had they run, now it's time for change
When we step in the club, nigga tuck ya chain
Got the mink on - same color the Range
Uh, pour liquor for my nigga that's gone
Big Pun! Then we party like we just came home
Fuck a bitch if she act too grown
I don't need that shit, 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 "Fuck 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 in
Them drop-top Bentley Azures
Yeah, we thuggin, rollin on dubs and
Off up in the club, wylin 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 like, ohhhh

Yea uh, yea yea yo
Everybody wanna know where the crib's at
Niggas 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 shit
It's ya birthday
Show me what I'm foolin with
Like no doubt, pokin doll out
Pull ya g-string down south
Oww! Pass that, give shorty a shot
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
Yeah, we thuggin, rollin on dubs and
Off up in the club, wylin 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 like, ohhhh

Fat Joe, R kelly we proper
Yeah, Terror Squad
Rockland what the fuck what
Fat Joe, R kelly we proper uh, uh, Rockland
Terror Squad what the fuck what

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

Yeah, we thuggin, rollin on dubs and
Off up in the club, wylin 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 like, ohhhh
Haha, yeah uh you know what this is
Chi-town - BX what the fuck what? Out

(Bitch) You love her, I fuck her
She my jump-off, she yo' baby mama
You kiss her, I twist her
And send her ass back to
You before you miss her (Bitch)
I'm a playa, baby
I don't play no games (bitch)
I remain the same
I ain't never gon' change for no bitch
(No not for you baby)

We run this rap shit no