Layzie Bone, Mo Thugs - Touchdown lyrics

Yeah (yeah) sit back and let this thug
Shit clog up yo' mind (hey)
Mind (hey) mind (hey hey hey hey hey)
Sit back and let this thug
Shit clog up yo' mind

Touchdown in the endzone
Kicked it like a field goal
Get the extra points
Tell me what's the real score?
Tell me who's the real
Hoe? Baby it's official
I'll referee (brrrrrr) bitch blow the whistle

Tell her to blow it, ain't no stoppin man
Get this motherfucker poppin man
Treat it like a prostitute and
I'm in the game, this strong arm robbery man
Touchdown in the endzone mean money man
Better get some
Field goal, now my friends on


Countin Benjamins in the real zone
What's the real score? Bitches is wantin
To constantly stay on the dick
What we here fo'? To get mo'
That's why we be mobbin so thick
Quick to scream out Thug Nation
Put the screen on the hation
Ain't no time gon' be wastin
Y'all been patiently waitin
We have them T-shirt and panty parties
Bitches be doin us favors
Wanna thank ya for the flavor
You know I'm never gon' savor
What you gave up, was precious
Doll, you the shiznit, you put it down
I love it when you get wild
I love you screamin "Touchdown"

Put your hands in the air
(bitch go ahead and show me somethin)
Put my nuts on your chin
(bitch go ahead and show me somethin)
Now do it again and again bitch
(bitch go ahead and give me somethin)
(Won't you show me somethin
Go ahead and show me somethin)
What your momma name is?
(Bitch go ahead and show me somethin)
Did she really have kids?
(Bitch go ahead and show me somethin)
And who the fuck your next of kin?
(Bitch go ahead and show me somethin)
(Won't you show me somethin
Go ahead and show me somethin)

Don't break down it ain't over, over
Don't leave now, it ain't over
Feel the party gettin started girl
You flawless should be against the law
Got a nigga wantin to break you off
Come here girl, take that off
That body right there was made to floss
Made for me, give Thin a
Piece, give Dre a shot, he rock the cock
LDT make panties drop
Oh you one of them kind that like to block?
Oh you like to watch? Get you some popcorn
And watch the movie
Kick up your toes, I suppose
You gon' be comin up out of your clothes
And there you go, nobody knows
Behind closed do's
Freaks exposed, ladies and hoes
Wanna do me right after the show
Hey, ain't nothin wrong
With a little bit of bumpin and grindin
Tell me yo' age, show me yo' license
We ain't goin out like Tyson
Better try again, we dig you too
But the main thang is cooperatin
Cause that-a way you would get some play
And it just might make yo' day
Cause the official don't blow the whistle
When you steppin out of bounds
In yo' city or in yo' town
This how it's goin down

Touchdown in the endzone
Kicked it like a field goal
Get the extra points
Tell me what's the real score?
Tell me who's the real
Hoe? Baby it's official
I'll referee (brrrrrr) bitch blow the whistle
Ay, ay, ay ay, ay ay, ay, ay ay, ay

Grannys, aunts, sisters, nieces
We don't give a fuck, we love dime pieces
Got me a condom, let me release this
Let me see them Victoria Secrets
Fuck the drama, you can keep it
Slide down the pole
Laffy Taffy's and Tootsie Rolls
Fuck that, show me the pussy hole
I'm to the point, such a thug
And should I say, they show me love
Went to the room, straight from the club
All y'all broads can leave with us
You a good sport, and we with that
Charity baby, give back
Shower me baby, dig that?
Let me hit that, let me hit that