(feat. busta rhymes, noreaga, remy martin)
[fat joe]
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Uh, uh, uh, yeah, uh
For my dirty, dirty
D.c. what?
Uh, yeah, uh, t.s.
Remix y'all
[remy martin]
Remix y'all
[fat joe]
Remix y'all
[remy martin]
The remix y'all
[fat joe]
Crack is back again (ooo-oooh)
Had to rip this track again (ooo-oooh)
[remy martin]
And when it's packed like the garden
You know it's the squadron
[fat joe]
The god, fat joe
[remy martin]
And that b**h, remy martin
[remy martin & r. kelly]
We thuggin'
[fat joe]
You know the rest
Got the tank top on that show the vest
[remy martin]
I know some chickens that be strippin' and they show they breasts
And they all think joe the best
[fat joe]
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 bu*t-naked feelin' no redress
[remy martin]
Okay, i'm on my way with a load of cess
But, i got four n***as in my truck
[fat joe]
And if you bring 'em to my crib, they gettin' f**ed up
[remy martin]
I'ma sneak 'em in the back as soon as y'all drunk
[remy martin & fat joe]
We take a puff of dro and be like (oo-oo-oooh)
[r. kelly]
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)
[noreaga]
Ay, yo, twin ho days and we makin' it hot (say what?)
Numero uno on your billboard spot (what, n***a?)
Since the days of flow joe, we be makin' it hot
Before superthug, n***as sold crack on the block
You see, uh
[noreaga & r. kelly]
We thuggin', rollin' on dubs, and
[noreaga]
n***as 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 n***a, yeah, i'ma 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'ma leave your muthaf**in' b**h 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!)
[r. kelly]
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)
[busta rhymes]
In 2001, we move fast
I had to f** a couple fat b**hes all in they a**
Yes, i get busy and know and i do all i can (can)
Had to meet up with them terror squad n***as, my man (man)
Yeah, i see a couple of n***as 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 b**h that's mo' thug than some of these n***as
f**in' me now, s**in' my a** late
Straight drinkin' the henny, sippin' with no chaser
When my b**hes be thuggin' n***as that catch vapors
Lovin' how my b**hes be givin' me paper
One by one, watchin' y'all n***as drop off
You wack n***as 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 f**in' and never take my socks off
[r. kelly]
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)