Eazy-e - Why We Thugs (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Eazy-E] Yeah, let's take a trip Just sit back and light a spliff with this and don't slip On a funky-dope track jump back Strapped with a fat buddah sack and a 7-8 'Lac Go clean, gangsta lean, I got green But I serve dubs like it ain't no thing It's so sweet, when you got money to spend I got a proper big tilt and a fabec Benz I make ends, spend my dough on no ho That's how it is, and that's how it goes Act like ya know when I creep real slow Givin love to them playaz that I know is real G's [Verse 2: 2Pac] Mobbin' like a motherf**er stuck Can you put your middle finger out the window gettin' f**ed off - liquor Get loaded can't control it n***a pa** me the blunt and let me roll it You get the bones act to the whole stack Keep your dough fat [Verse 3: Eazy-E] Or you might get what we call the rat pack I gives a damn bout a skanless trick Let me hit it one time and trick that sick I don't trip, gives my dough to no ho That's how it is, I got no love for ya [Verse 4: 2Pac] And jealous muthaf**as can't see That it's the fame that caught these stupid b**hes, pa** the p**y free So tell me why u sweatin' a muthaf**a like me? A young n***a tryin' to a hustle up some G's You p**y a** playa hatin' hoes speakin' down on n***as Jumpin' around at the shows And your the first muthaf**a to jump To the trunk when it's time for fun Little trick a** punk [Verse 5: Eazy-E] Dump dump on fools with a quickness And they got no cure for this sickness I get paid for the way that I kick this Like a g-ster, an OG-ster (who's that?) A real playa named Eazy And I live my life straight crazy Don't need no punk fools payin' me And broke groupies and hootchies don't faze me I take two steps back and release myself To put platinum and gold on the record shelf I don't brag, but I do it like a straight up iz Before you do a record, partner, handle your business [Verse 6: 2Pac] And tell me what does it take to be a G? I started with a quarter ounce and bounced to a key You gotta watch your back stay strapped, be alert Started as a young muthaf**a doin' dirt And now I'm in the rap game like the crack game I got enemies Can't pretend to see my friends are not my enemies And even thug muthaf**as wanna have fun Stuck it, buckin' my muthaf**in' magnum What does it take to be a G? Silence is a must, violence is a plus Plus, shots at my adversaries Dem n***as scary best it's time to be buried Cause ill be buckin' in a f**in' hurry [Verse 7: Ice Cube] They give us guns and d** Then wonder why you don't f** with thugs You wanna count the slugs Then come around here and f** wit us (you know) They give us guns and d** Then wonder why you don't f** with thugs You wanna count the slugs Then come around here and f** with us I'm from the land of the gang bang Since I was little, ain't a god damn thang changed It's the same ol' same Bush run sh** like Saddam Hussein I co*k and aim, clinically insane To deal with this bullsh** day to day If I sell some yay or smoke some hay You b**hes wanna throw me up in pelican's bay Call me an animal up in the system But who's the animal that built this prison Who's the animal that invented lower living The projects, thank god for Russell Simmons Thank god for Sugarhill I'm putting a different kind of steel up to my grill Y'all know what it is, scared for your own kids How these ghetto n***as taken over showbiz [Outro: Ice Cube] Every hood's the same, every hood's the same Every hood's the same, every hood's the same Every hood's the same, every hood's the same Stop trippin' on me Every hood's the same, every hood's the same Every hood's the same, every hood's the same Every hood's the same, every hood's the same