Fat Joe - We Thuggin lyrics

Ooh, mmm Yeah, uh, uh Fat Joe and the are That sh** y'all Breakin' sh** down Shake that, funky, funky, funky Yeah Sticky, icky, icky, yeah uh I got that sh** y'all I got that sh** y'all Uh yo yo Crack man and I'm at it again n***as had they run, now it's time for change When we step in the club, n***a tuck ya chain Got the mink on same color the Range Uh, pour liquor for my n***a that's gone Big Pun! Then we party like we just came home f** a b**h if she act to grown I don't need that sh**, I got my wife at home Uh words slurrin', dirty urine Drunk off of Henry 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 "f** 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 and them drop-top Bentley's is ours Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on dubs and Off up in the club, whylin' like what Got Cris' on pop, Henry 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 be-atch Yeah uh, yeah yeah yo Everybody wanna know where the crib's at n***as 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 ya'll cool and sh** It's ya birthday, show me what I'm foolin' with Like no doubt, pokin' doll out, pull ya G-string down south Oww! Pa** that, give shorty a shot True 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, whylin' like what Got Cris' on pop, Henry 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 be-atch Fat Joe, R. Kelly we pop up Yeah, Terror Squad, Rockland what the f** what Fat Joe, R. Kelly we pop up Uh, uh, Rockland, Terror Squad what the f** 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, whylin' like what Got Cris' on pop, Henry 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 be-atch Yeah uh You know what this is Chi-town, BX What the f** what? Out