Max Minelli - Do Ya Thug Thang lyrics

Ooh, we finna make a mess with this rightchea It's young Minelli n***a, young Minelli n***a Camp Life, I'm gon' do my thug thang [Verse 1] If you got it, let it slap (Do ya thug thang) Mane 'Lac chrome on black, with headbussas in the back I'm a sav' out the box (Do ya thug thang) Thirty-one colors, hard tops, whole wood, ridin' chops Let me set the Camp off (Do ya thug thang) I'mma drop your tramp off, beating harder than y'all with my amp off Hollin' "I'm a fool" (Do ya thug thang) I'm so cool, I walk slanted like fat people's shoes So throwed in the game (Do ya thug thang) And if a n***a blowed in the game, then I sold him a thang I ain't finna to stop sh** (Do ya thug thang) My sh** Hot sh** Hit ya cut Stack, cop sh** Like oooh.. [Hook] Hustlers count a grand to this I'm so motherf**ing out of hand with this I was cool on the cut, 'cause I had to be I still smoke a lot, even though it's bad for me I'm hollin' at my hustlas, count a grand to this I'm so motherf**ing out of hand with this Ain't a n***a finna slang sh** after me Still smoke a lot, even though it's bad for me [Verse Two] And all my homegirls shaking to the beat (Do ya thug thang) If he trying to hit, make him lay you on hundred dollar sheets And ride you on leather seats (Do ya thug thang) Take you on trips to the beach, pretty face, pretty feets Bounce till it get numb (Do ya thug thang) And watch every n***a from my hood get retarded and dumb Now put your white cups up (Do ya thug thang) Catch me bailing out of court Monday morning, keep my case on the tuck Like you don't know nothing (Do ya thug thang) And if it don't leak, I'mma hit you up and we can blow something I'm a pimp to my bones (Do ya thug thang) Man I left my hoes at home, watching Jenny Jones Like oooh.. [Hook] P-Poppers shake a** to this I'm so motherf**ing out of hand with this I was cool on the cut, cause I had to be I still smoke a lot, even though it's bad for me I'm hollin' at my P-poppers, shake a** to this I'm so motherf**ing out of hand with this Ain't a n***a finna slang sh** after me I still smoke a lot, even though it's bad for me [Verse Three] Pants sagging till they touching the floor (Do ya thug thang) Pssht, you too concerned n***a, stop handcuffing them hoes I have 'em touching they toes (Do ya thug thang) Come and kick it witcha dog, I'm a hog, so you cutting fasho And tricking ain't my style (Do ya thug thang) Mane, I kick more b**hes out than Destiny's Child Who they asking for? Riding on pa**enger? We'll jack yo sh** and sell it back to ya We hustle hard in the bricks (Do ya thug thang) Still the same click, standing in the front yard, slanging zips Trying to let my cake stack (Do ya thug thang) Make that Trick shake that Like that Take that Like oooh.. [Hook] Hustlers count a grand to this I'm so motherf**ing out of hand with this I was cool on the cut, cause I had to be I still smoke a lot, even though it's bad for me I'm saying say P-poppers, shake a** to this I'm so motherf**ing out of hnad with this Ain't a n***a finna slang sh** after me I still smoke a lot, even though it's bad for me Like [Max Minelli Talking] (I'm gone) Southside, Northside, Eastside, Westside, Your side Thug n***a, uhh. Gangsta b**hes, hoodrats, and hoes It's goin' down like.. For that 'Ville, uh, Layfair, uh. Goin' down motherf**er Baton Rouge my n***a, uh H-Town, yeah, New Orleans, yeah Mississippi hah? yeah