R. Kelly - We Thuggin lyrics

[Fat Joe (R. Kelly)] (Ooohhh, mmm) Yea, uh, uh (Fat Joe and the R) That sh** y'all (Breakin sh** down) Shake that, funky, funky, funky (Yeah) Sticky, icky, icky - yeah uh I got that sh** y'all I got that sh** y'all Uh yo yo [Fat Joe] Crackman and I'm at it again n***as had they run, now it's time for change When we step in the club, n***a tuck ya chain Got the mink on - same color the Range Uh, pour liqour for my n***a that's gone Big Pun! Then we party like we just came home f** a b**h if she act to grown I don't need that sh**, I got my wife at home Uh words slurrin, dirty urine Drunk off of Henny and the 'jo keep burnin Dancin with shorty and her friend keep flirtin I don't always crush two but tonight seems certain Party hard like "f** all y'all!" Bottles in the air like we stuck up the bar Terror Squad man you know who we are Cruise through ya block and them drop-top Bentley Azures [Hook - R. Kelly] Yeah, we thuggin, rollin on dubs and Off up in the club, whylin like what Got Cris' on pop, Henny wit no chaser, mami don't stop Throwin up six o'clock, plus I got four hun-nies in the drop And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot And it's full with hunnies, panties with no tops We take a puff of 'dro and be aight [Fat Joe] Yea uh, yea yea yo Everybody wanna know where the crib's at n***as just now gettin ice, so we get that Mami starin at me like she wanna get kidnapped Money lookin happy with his wife but we triz that Along with Lisa, Aisha, Shonda, Renee Even ran through the dorms down in Morgan State In Miami, pool-party off the chain Gettin brains in the water on Memorial Day Uh, grand-mami all cool and sh** It's ya birthday, show me what I'm foolin with Like no doubt, pokin doll out, pull ya g-string down south Owww! Pa** that, give shorty a shot Soon enough we gon' see if she naughty or not I'm on E feelin ready and hot, I give 'em twenty a pop You wanna roll, leave the panties atop [Hook - R. Kelly] [RK] Fat Joe, R. Kelly we proper [FJ] Yeah, Terror Squad, Rockland what the f** what [RK] Fat Joe, R. Kelly we proper [FJ] Uh, uh, Rockland, Terror Squad what the f** what [Both] Some of these kids is doin they own thing But none of these kids stack chips like us Some of these cats is doin they own thing But none of these cats run tricks like us [Hook - R. Kelly] [Fat Joe] Haha, yeah uh You know what this is Chi-town - BX What the f** what? Out...