I'm Not A Thug

Текст песни Plastic Little - I'm Not A Thug

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[Verse 1: Jon Thousand]
I'm not a thug but I can be, give me those candy
Mixed up with twigs, batteries and some brandy
Had me shooting at your baby like Bambi
Dipped in state property, my girlfriend's panties

That's my uniform 32 unicorns, swarm of bees, g stank, and a flugelhorn
Hanging from my neck. Yes my jet got suicide wings
My 45 sings "Oh Sherrie oh Sherrie oh baby."
Every single time I pull the trigger my lady
Never snitched on me now i'm rich and she's in the pen
On a chain gang, dig a ditch for me
Now I gotta go do a song, whip a key
Riki tiki too ha, doo daa dippity
My only likes  money, murder and drugs
My dislikes anything but the above


[Chorus]x2
I'm not a thug, but I do know how to punch and run
I'm not a thug, but I do know how to shoot a gun
I'm not a thug, but I chill up in any old place
I'm not a thug, but I'll spit in your face


[Verse 2: No Body's Child]
I'm not a thug man, I keep marzipan and the women love it
It's in my kitchen cupboard with stella door biscuits
Yes living with my granny got benefits
She's so hip, and she can't hear
So in the daytime I can crush up in there
I put her in her rocking chair tell her never no mind what we doing over there

Yo granny that's just family feud
Hey dude, I party harder than you
Living with an invalid, getting them scripts filled
Double up on the pill count cause she's so ill
Got that chemo, got that ben-gay
Got that figurel, get it 2 for 12
Got that chemo, got that ben-gay
Got that lipitor, get it 6 for 4

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3: Packofrats]
Trying to bulletproof this and bulletproof that
He has a bulletproof hat, a bulletproof cat
I got a gun that goes brat, I bulletproof that
So it don't backfire, I have lots of guns

Naw dog I'm a liar I'm mega middle class
I went to college twice but I failed out once
Cause I'm a fucking dunce but I've got lots of luck
Which means rich parents

So when the pieces fall well they're there to pick them up
I'm trying not to front. I'm just trying to be me
I was raised middle class and I love my life
Said I'm black and middle class and I love my life

My white t-shirt fits right around my waist, not down to my knees
Yo thug where we're from we call that a dress
I'm not saying that you're gay, you look tough as nails
You probably been to jail, I've never been to jail
But I've seen a holding cell
But popo let me go after two hours because i'm so well spoken
Token black, yo I'm at your house party
Tiger Woods? He's my nigga

[Chorus x2]