[Produced by Madlib]
(Somebody warn the west, n***a ain't runnin"
"Somebody wa- n***a ain't runnin no more"
"The Legend of n***a in color, rated PG"
"Parental Guidance suggested")
(Uh...yeah..Fa sho'
n***as be comin at me like
"Yo, yo Fred man... You a real n***a, dawg", yes baby
Real n***a (Real n***a)
I be like (from front to the back), "Respect man"
(Respect) These fake n***as done lowered the bar, ynahmsayin?)
[Verse 1]
n***as be like "Fred, you ain't never lied"
f** the rap sh**, my gangsta been solidified
Still do my business on the side
b**h, if you polices, then pay me no nevermind
I was thuggin' - Black and red laces in my number threes
Take a pull up off the wood and let that motherf**er breathe
Sit outside a busta crib and let that motherf**er leave
Walk his a** back in and put him on his motherf**in' knees
Thuggin' - Never takin' no for an answer
Might just take a loss, but b**h, I'd rather take my chances
This liquor got me lurkin' where you live at in the night time
59Fifty to the left, but I'm in my right mind
Thuggin' - Pants gon' be saggin' til I'm 40
Still lyrically sharper than any short bus shawty
Phonies ain't gon' throw me in this minstrel show
These labels see how far up in they mouth my dick can go
So go'n and, choke on this meat, throw my song on repeat
Might move away one day, but I'm always gon' belong to the streets
[Break]
I'm straight thuggin' uh
And it feels so good, uh and it feels so right uh
And it feels so good, and it feels so right
Cause mothaf**a I'm thuggin'
[Verse 2]
Selling you the science of the street rap
Every motherf**in' show I do is off the meat rack
I done been to jail and did my best not to repeat that
I'm tryin to feed my family, give a f** about your feedback
Critically acclaimed, but that sh** don't mean a thang
When you rocking mics and stealing microwaves, cooking 'caine
Never trippin' on a dame, I'm too cold for you broke hoes
Don't let the knob hit your booty when the door close, b**h
She let me hit it cause I'm thuggin'
Squares need not apply, I'm so fly I might f** her cousin
Swiftly 'bout to stick a sweet dick in your sweetheart
Then get some groceries off my geeker EBT card
Why the feds worried 'bout me clocking on this corner
When there's politicians out here getting popped in Arizona?
[Break]
b**h I'm thuggin'
And it feels so good,uh and it feels so right yeah,yeah
And it feels so good, uh and it feels so right
Cause mothaf**a I'm thuggin'
[Verse 3]
"We're not against rap, but we're against those thugs"
Can't be legit when every n***a in your clique sold d**
Predicate felons in my faculty, real k**ers can vouch for me
Teach a kid at the crib or your children might cop an ounce from me
And smoke out in the Chevy with us
Cause in the past, my low-cla** black a** would serve my own f**ing family members
I hate to say it, ain't no need to be discreet
If she don't cop from me, she get it from a n***a up the street
Cause he thuggin'
And yo, she'd probably s** his dick for it
She turnt out so it ain't sh** to turn a trick for it
My uncle last b**h put him on the gla** dick
Tried to rob a man to feed his habit, he got blasted
I live on borrowed time, my expiration date I pa**ed it
So lock me up forever, but this sh** is everlastin'
[Break]
I'm thuggin'
And it feels so good uh, and it feels so right uh
And it feels so good uh, and it feels so right
Cause mothaf**a I'm thuggin
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