We Thuggin

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