A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #

MAC DRE lyrics : "I'm A Thug"

(feat. Dubee, PSD)

Yeah yeah

This is a money-motivated song, man, right?
If you're allergic to paper
You might not fit in when ^!$$%z gon' have do a caper, man

Yeah
We ain't allergic to paper, man
So we gon' try to turn you ^!$$%z around, man

Yamean?
Yeah
We gon' try to motivate y'all to get your money

Cause we money-motivators

[Verse 1: Dubee]

The way I steer up out this here (*##$, so detrimental how a
PS real click with that double r ( ? ) partner
530, I'm dirty, hate to say it

Represent turf tight and tight with major players
With mo' seasoning, suckers be sneakin in the circle
Urkle ^!$$%z soakin every line, still ain't with the verbals

Get to hoppin hurdles like Jesse Owens in the fast
Return-type tactics so quick shakin that past
In they entourage (*##$es be hazy like the samurais

Get the mullah, stay savage and suave
Now is that savage? Well certainly
Still I keep it global

Multiple skyscraper paper, unknown total
Who we? Who that be? Dubee, ask your peoples
I leave Sasqwatch footprints and keep it off the heezo

Cizzo please, it ain't no need in hawkin
Ain't no please believe, I breathe ( ? ) back - yamean?


[Chorus]
The way I feel about loot
Ooh, it ain't no doubt about it

I'm a thug

[Verse 2: PSD]

Say how you do, sir?
Well, everything is everything, how 'bout you, brah?
Man, I'm tryin to get my paws on some loot, sir

If it ain't scratch it ain't %#@!, how 'bout you, sir?
Yeah that's the truth, brah
Say I'm a natural, call me 7-11

Playboy, it's factual, I stay high as the heaven
I'm like the castle
On the chess boards slide front to backwards

Up and down, side to side, boy, we at this
Me, Dre and Dubee savages in the masses
They call my type of people roguish-ass !@$(s

I pull a babe in and tell her flip the matress
And get the cash quick
Now player listen, this ain't no test of your broadcast system

Them ^!$$%z PSD and them be comin with em
It ain't no puzzle how I feel about my scrillas
Gotta feed my chil'ens


[Chorus]


[Verse 3: Mac Dre]
At the building, chilling, living anxious
Waitin for this (*##$ to deliver some papers

The same routine every day
Get hit then I split the Chevrolet
The 4 15's shake the mirror

When the EB's quake couldn't sound no clearer
Feelin so cool in my old school
Ain't trippin off a (*##$, I need some mo' loot

Oh, you ain't know you better check my file
I get stupid doo-doo dumb, don't sweat the style
Me and my ^!$$%z represent the real

Don't think we kill? Bet a 100 dollar bill
I'ma leave a body, no leads or clues
Clepto committee, (*##$, we some fools

Killas for the scrilla, sucker, can't you tell?
The real mother$#&@ers representin Vallejo

Submit Corrections