Thuggin (vocal)

Текст песни Freddie Gibbs & Madlib - Thuggin (vocal)

[Produced by Madlib]

[Sample]
"Somebody warn the west, nigga ain't runnin"
"Somebody, nigga ain't runnin no more"
"The Legend of Nigga in color, rated PG
Parental guidance suggested"

[Intro]
Uh, yeah, fo' sho'
Niggas be comin at me like, "Yo, yo Fred man
You a real nigga, dawg", yes baby, real nigga (Real nigga)
I be like (From front to the back) "Respect man" (Respect)
These fake niggas done lowered the bar, you know what I'm sayin'?

[Verse 1]
Niggas be like "Fred, you ain't never lied"
Fuck the rap shit, my gangsta been solidified
Still do my business on the side
Bitch, if you polices, then pay me no never mind
I was thuggin', black and red laces in my number threes
Take a pull up off the wood and let that motherfucker breathe
Sit outside a busta crib and let that motherfucker leave
Walk his ass back in and put him on his motherfuckin' knees
Thuggin', never takin' no for an answer
Might just take a loss, but bitch, I’d rather take my chances
This liquor got me lurkin' where you live at in the night time
59Fifty to the left, but I'm in my right mind
Thuggin', pants gon' be saggin' til I'm 40
Still lyrically sharper than any short bus shawty
Phonies ain't gon' throw me in this minstrel show
These labels see how far up in they mouth my dick can go
So gon', choke on this meat, throw my song on repeat
Might move away one day but I'm always gon' belong to the streets
[Chorus]
I'm straight thuggin', uh
And it feels so good, uh, and it feels so right
Uh, yeah, and it feels so good
Uh, and it feels so right
'Cause mothafucka I'm thuggin'

[Verse 2]
Selling you the science of the street rap
Every motherfuckin' show I do is off the meat rack
I done been to jail and did my best not to repeat that
I'm tryin' to feed my family, give a fuck about your feedback
Critically acclaimed but that shit don't mean a thang
When you rocking mics and stealing microwaves, cooking 'caine
Never trickin' on a dame, I'm too cold for you broke hoes
Don't let the knob hit your booty when the door close, bitch
She let me hit it cause I'm thuggin'
Squares need not apply, I'm so fly, might fuck her cousin
Swiftly 'bout to stick a sweet dick in your sweetheart
Then get some groceries off my geeker EBT card
Why the feds worried 'bout me clocking on this corner
When there's politicians out here getting popped in Arizona?

[Chorus]
Bitch I'm thuggin', bitch
And it feels so good, uh, and it feels so right
Yeah, yeah, and it feels so good
Uh, and it feels so right
'Cause mothafucka I'm thuggin'
[Verse 3]
"We’re not against rappin', we're against those thugs"
Can't be legit when every nigga in your clique sold drugs
Predicate felons in my faculty, real killers can vouch for me
Teach a kid at the crib or your children might cop an ounce from me
And smoke out in the Chevy with us
Cause in the past, my low-class black ass would serve my own fucking family members
I hate to say it, ain't no need to be discreet
If she don't cop from me, she get it from a nigga up the street
Cause he thuggin', and yo, she'd probably suck his dick for it
She turnt out so it ain't shit to turn a trick for it
My uncle last bitch put him on the glass dick
Tried to rob a man to feed his habit, he got blasted
I live on borrowed time, my expiration date I passed it
So lock me up forever, but this shit is everlastin'

[Chorus]
I'm thuggin', huh
And it feels so good, uh, and it feels so right
Uh, yeah, and it feels so good
Uh, and it feels so right
'Cause mothafucka I'm thuggin, bitch

[Outro: Sample]
"What type of shit is this"
"You got all these dumbass niggas scared of you around here?"
"Just tryin' to make a fool out of me or somethin'?"
"Aye, fool, look at this damn fool in here!"
"Shit!"