E.S.G. & Slim Thug - Thug it Up lyrics

Feat. Bun B We thug it up (X4) [Bun B] Well I'ma saucy a** super throwed Southern style gumbo Pimp, I eat jumbo Shrimp, make a dumb ho Limp, cause her back broke up Your back in the track, that poke up Pay for the sack, the bag smoked up Now that's gangsta, live in effect Crystal clear, gots to keep your pistol here (Why?) Cause Texas don't play Don't smile, don't joke We stay for a lick, act frog and get croaked With a buck, blast, buck, blast your toothless And then they say, damn they ruthless Northside, Southside, we don't care We don't say no to money Too busy sayin, "YEAAA!" Lift candy to schools, weddings, malls Million dollar concerts, and ho's in the walls All haters better peep like Tom Cause my clique, my city, sh** even my baby momma [Chorus] We gonna thug it up Everyday of the month, anything I swang Got to have bang in the trunk We gonna thug it up Til I'm dead in gone, everythang I drive Got to be sitting on chrome We gonna thug it up Like a underground king, drop screens Byzletine, and my crease styled jeans We gonna thug it up [E.S.G.] Man thug it up, thug it up, wha? wha? Man I'ma thug it up Escalade, dub it up B.G. gettin' paid Big mouth, thug it up Might as well, shut it up Get outta line, slug it up Codine in the cup Diamonds bling, priceless cuts What's up this year? They say the rap game changed No more rappin bout cars, and iced out chains Boys must be insane Real hustlers go on and get it How the hell you gonna live it? Money shorter then a midget Better get some more digits To talk about this No more cousin, R Kelly, see walking to this East coast to West, Mid-West to Tex Independent, Grammy-Nominated, Now what's next? Dirty south, give respect We started them slangs Screaming "Parkin-lot n***as" Sippin' Syrup with Bang Big flames, stained panes We ain't new to this game R.I.P. Dj Screw This for the thug in you man! [Chorus] We gonna thug it up Everyday of the month, anythang I swang Got to have bang in the trunk We gonna thug it up Til I'm dead in gone, everythang I drive Got to be sitting on chrome We gonna thug it up Like a underground king, drop screens Byzletine, and my crease styled jeans We gonna thug it up [Slim Thug] Slim Thug gonna thug it up, I'ma, I'ma, I'ma I'ma thug it up With E.S.G. and Bun B Sippin on some Dun-P In a stretch RV Come see, the three Best that never rest Thugged out ?? With white tee's on my chest "O yes!" Slim Thug change the code in the club Cause when I pull up on dubbs I get nothing but love I hit the bar Make the whole crowd think I'ma star Cause I blow mo' on doe Then you blow on your car By far, fo sho' I'm the opposite of Po The most ghetto boy ya know In a six double O I move slow, and sit low On a 84 elbow Spit flow, on the floor Trunk open and close We some Texas boys With candy Lexus toys Drive wreckless outta bars When we come out hard Give us our card Hater's ya mouth, plug it up Cause me, E.S.G, and Bun B gonna thug it up [Chorus] We gonna thug it up Everyday of the month, anythang I swang Got to have bang in the trunk We gonna thug it up Til I'm dead in gone, everythang I drive Got to be sitting on chrome We gonna thug it up Like a underground king, drop screens Byzletine, and my crease styled jeans We gonna thug it up, thug it up We gonna thug it up, thug it up Thug it up