4th Disciple - Same Ol' Thugs lyrics

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4th Disciple - Same Ol' Thugs lyrics

[Intro: Hell Razah] Yeah, Freedom of Speech Somethin' I gotta say to my black women Matter fact, all the, all the race of women right now Goin' through it with they man, holdin' them down Knowhatimsayin', word up [Hook: Hell Razah] Yo, I know you tired of them same ol' thugs I know you tired of them same ol' thugs I know you tired of them same ol' thugs It be them same ol' faces, in them same ol' clubs With them same ol' drinks, and them same ol' d** That kick the same ol' game, just to claim your love I know you tired of them same ol' thugs I know you tired of them same ol' thugs [Hell Razah] Spiritual girl, born in the material world Think she'd hear wisdom, instead of some pearls Rose petal drop, he loves me, he loves me not Sittin' in the Benz drop-top, a traffic cop Tried to talk to her, like his game was hot She drove off, left him standin' there with dust to cough Miss New York, intelligent, loved to talk She could hold a conversation with conscious thoughts Delicate was her heart, plus her touch is soft She don't care about a diamond ring, or what it's cost She took a lost, last time, a n***a chain was floss She remind of me of Diana Ross, brown and short Excuse me, you dropped your pa**port, inside of the court I could tell she was feelin' me, but playin' it off I'm a lawyer on the third floor, I seen you before Matter fact, I traced it back, it was up in The Source I gotta go, here's my card, hope you need a divorce I lit a cigarette, and laughed, and preceded to walk [Hook] [Hell Razah] The second time I've seen her, it was up in Club Cheetah's Like Solomon and Queen Ashibah, but I be cheaper Watched her before I greet her, she kept dissin' all the fake thugs trynna meet her Blowin' they reefer, askin' her to write down they cell phone and beeper From here I can read her, but damn, she is a diva A primadonna, might be an anaconda I crept up from behind her, tapped the shoulder She turned around, noticed it's me, played me closer Sippin' on a cold Corona, this ain't a place for an older Mature like woman, who stay sober, we left before the party's over I know a better place to chill and build about our black culture... word up [Hook]