Erick Sermon - Future Thug (Original Version) lyrics

[Verse 1: Ludacris] WITHOUT further adieu let me get this show on the road Future thug, even my Kool-Aid jug's plated in gold Faded & blowed, my life savings - made it in shows & lost it on my way to Jers' 'cause I paid it in tolls So you can kiss my hairy bean bag, fu*k the nations & twitch your favorite titty nipples to my radio station 'Cause I say what I mean & I do what I say I had a mind of my own the weed blew it away! & now my lyrics got the parents all disgusted & heated Because I'm nastier than airplane food & those that eat it I'm never forgotten, just rotten straight to the core Up in your 'telli with that wet towel up under the door So need I say more? I'm just your neighborhood who*e With Coronas & blunts the size of some 4x4s So all these other phony rappers, keep your heads to the sky Because I'm ruining it for evryone, they wish I'd just DIIIIE! [Chorus: Announcer] ATL (oh!), DC (oh!), Houston (oh!) Chi-Town (oh!), M-I-A (oh!), Detroit (oh!) Tennessee (oh!) [Verse 2: Erick Sermon] Ay yo, everybody hands up Where yo' bling bling n***a? Boy stand up It's E-Dub what's up? Yeah I'm bouncin' Large amounts of cash we countin', that stand tall like mountains To bring the drama, it takes a second man (that's it) One wrong move +Bring the Pain+ like +Method Man+ It's yo' boy damn it, it's the Bandit, new Hummer in transit 27" come standard (yo!) It's my people, whether drivin' the Benz, the Pinto, or the Regal The Range Rover, the Beatle (uh) I'm in New York now but I represent the SWATS of A-Town When I touch down amid grounds (uh) Me and L-Dub and Redman, that's it Motherf**er You heard what I said man, it's real (what the deal?) It's E-Dub, pronounce it right Eyes green like Kryptonite, so good night! [Chorus: Announcer] Uptown (oh!), Boogie Down (oh!) BK (oh!), QB (oh!), "Strong Island" (oh!) Shaolin (oh!), Y.O. (oh!) [Verse 3: Redman] Yo, I ain't a thug but I do thug things n***a so hold me down 40-round, caliber spitter, that's how the shorty crown Run with gordy hounds for 40 miles then ignore me now Duck +Motowns+ than Barry Gordy found, sorry clown! Super future thug, 12 shoe shoot you through the rug James Bond, watch on my arm, tellin' me who to truck My God's my gun, don't need him since cerebreal co*k Beat him size ammo three to five mammal we the Gods That'll sh** on your turf, that'll get in your skirt I heard +Alicia+ so my dick give what +A Woman's Worth+ I make them n***as blow, then hide 'em inside 'em My noggin' is strange when them dogs is ridin' 'Cause I'm a cheap f**er, street usher, eat supper with Pack of wolves that act a fool, blood on they upper lip Need a n***a, I'm that n***a to call, n***a to draw Chainsaws to the brawl, cuttin' ya ligaments off [Chorus: Announcer] ATL (oh!), Chi-Town (oh!) To all my n***as (oh!) that is bumpin' & dumpin' (oh!) L.A. (oh!), New York (oh!) To all my b**hes (oh!) trippin', pay your tuition (oh!) Fat broads (oh!), ugly broads (oh!), broke broads (oh!) Ugly n***as (oh!), fat n***as (oh!), broke n***as (oh!) Everybody (oh!)