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  • 作曲 : Ellis, Mayfield, Vest, Wilson
    I don't give a ******* what y'all haters do,
    I'ma get thug money
    Hustler now, there with my crew, ain't nothin like thug money
    First of the month, fiends' checks is due, gotta get thug money
    Hustler now, there with my crew, ain't nothin like thug money [ VERSE 1: Yukmouth ]
    Thug *******s drink bottles of
    XO and Christie
    ******* whiskey long as chicks be givin me headshots like
    Lewinsky My click be extra tipsy, thuggin in a 4.6 v
    Three TV's,
    DVD's and
    PlayStation, who's ****** with me?
    Personally, you gotta be gold, platinum, pimpin or either hustlin ki's
    To even be puffin my ******
    ****** with me is gettin hauled, tied, stuffed in a tree
    With dynamite stuck to your feet
    It's rough in the street, mutha*******as get touched in the street
    I got these ******* rappers clutchin they heat
    Cause ain't no discussin a beef
    Actions speaks louder than words
    Recipes for *******s secret ????
    *******s get served with the
    Mos*******erg '
    Sawed-off shotgun, hand on the pump'
    Leavin mutha*******as slump
    *******s get dumped like blunt ashes
    I got these *******s takin thug classes
    Smokin hash and gettin they ass tatted
    Got the padded calabasses ????
    My *******s came a long way from bein on section 8
    While featherweights hesitate my money escalate
    Make moves in every state, got 20's on the
    Escalade I smoke everyday, drink
    Louis XIII
    More platinum teeth than platinum jewerly, enough to hurt me ???
    Iceberg ???, rock brim hats and
    Moschino I'm like
    Nino plus shoot craps and hit
    Casinos 10 g's in chips tryin to break *******t up
    My necklace stay lit up, my
    Rolex stay chipped up
    My vehicle's rimmed up, drink
    Christie till
    I'm pissy drunk with hicups
    I used to dump on *******s, hit stick-up's
    So many bricks got cooked up, ghetto pusher ****** ghetto sisters
    Now I eats models out the ???? bushes
    For my thug *******s hustlin crack
    Yukmouth,
    Kool G Rap - what's ****** with that?
    Holler back, ******* [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 2: Kool G Rap ]
    A paid thug ******* known to lay rugs, bust a 8 snub
    Crushed grape bub, pop a $200 plate grub
    Gorilla family booty shake clubs
    Nuff of the ???? love,
    I got yours and take it in blood
    *******, you got ???? to take it in slugs
    Rearrange the shape of your mug
    Hit you with a shake and a hug
    Then lay you down for a cake of the drugs
    Dirty money, cover the paper with mud
    Dig in your pigeon while we caper the scrub
    *******, you nothin but a snake in a bud
    G Rap and
    Yukmouth'll get you tossed out and struck out
    *******, you lucked out, we plushed out ???? out, got *******s trippin like a bus route
    Holdin hammers but not ready to bust out
    Get tossed out steppin to these, weaponry like
    Vietnamese
    Sweatin the gees, get wet in the knees
    Left in the trees east and the west, we rep a breeze
    Till the death we keep it stress-free
    But very daily hold the heavy *******t inside of
    Chevy's Plannnin your death over spaghetti
    We target-ready, turn your mind in confetti
    Flippin the most, fully-loaded clip in the toast
    Pour a tall glass of
    Cris and we toast
    Couple of hollers, grip and rip on a coast
    Couple of chickens with our ******* in they throats
    ******* strippin on boats, *******s trickin they notes
    All the chips that we gross, millionaire status
    Mafia marriage, ******* that's out for carats like rabbits
    Stuff the wall safe with stacks of cabbage
    Put a gat in back of your cabbage
    You livin lavish, *******, give up the package
    Got the ???? *******s livin savage
    Troubled kids and bastards
    Out of your average, ???? danger and hazards
    Young gun *******s that strap the ratchet
    Lay you back inside of a casket
    Put you in plastic, stretch you like elastic
    When the Mac hit it burn like acid
    You do Hail
    Mary's like you was
    Catholic Need a priest, *******, to chat with [ CHORUS ]
  • 作曲 : Ellis, Mayfield, Vest, Wilson
    I don't give a ******* what y'all haters do,
    I'ma get thug money
    Hustler now, there with my crew, ain't nothin like thug money
    First of the month, fiends' checks is due, gotta get thug money
    Hustler now, there with my crew, ain't nothin like thug money [ VERSE 1: Yukmouth ]
    Thug *******s drink bottles of
    XO and Christie
    ******* whiskey long as chicks be givin me headshots like
    Lewinsky My click be extra tipsy, thuggin in a 4.6 v
    Three TV's,
    DVD's and
    PlayStation, who's ****** with me?
    Personally, you gotta be gold, platinum, pimpin or either hustlin ki's
    To even be puffin my ******
    ****** with me is gettin hauled, tied, stuffed in a tree
    With dynamite stuck to your feet
    It's rough in the street, mutha*******as get touched in the street
    I got these ******* rappers clutchin they heat
    Cause ain't no discussin a beef
    Actions speaks louder than words
    Recipes for *******s secret ????
    *******s get served with the
    Mos*******erg '
    Sawed-off shotgun, hand on the pump'
    Leavin mutha*******as slump
    *******s get dumped like blunt ashes
    I got these *******s takin thug classes
    Smokin hash and gettin they ass tatted
    Got the padded calabasses ????
    My *******s came a long way from bein on section 8
    While featherweights hesitate my money escalate
    Make moves in every state, got 20's on the
    Escalade I smoke everyday, drink
    Louis XIII
    More platinum teeth than platinum jewerly, enough to hurt me ???
    Iceberg ???, rock brim hats and
    Moschino I'm like
    Nino plus shoot craps and hit
    Casinos 10 g's in chips tryin to break *******t up
    My necklace stay lit up, my
    Rolex stay chipped up
    My vehicle's rimmed up, drink
    Christie till
    I'm pissy drunk with hicups
    I used to dump on *******s, hit stick-up's
    So many bricks got cooked up, ghetto pusher ****** ghetto sisters
    Now I eats models out the ???? bushes
    For my thug *******s hustlin crack
    Yukmouth,
    Kool G Rap - what's ****** with that?
    Holler back, ******* [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 2: Kool G Rap ]
    A paid thug ******* known to lay rugs, bust a 8 snub
    Crushed grape bub, pop a $200 plate grub
    Gorilla family booty shake clubs
    Nuff of the ???? love,
    I got yours and take it in blood
    *******, you got ???? to take it in slugs
    Rearrange the shape of your mug
    Hit you with a shake and a hug
    Then lay you down for a cake of the drugs
    Dirty money, cover the paper with mud
    Dig in your pigeon while we caper the scrub
    *******, you nothin but a snake in a bud
    G Rap and
    Yukmouth'll get you tossed out and struck out
    *******, you lucked out, we plushed out ???? out, got *******s trippin like a bus route
    Holdin hammers but not ready to bust out
    Get tossed out steppin to these, weaponry like
    Vietnamese
    Sweatin the gees, get wet in the knees
    Left in the trees east and the west, we rep a breeze
    Till the death we keep it stress-free
    But very daily hold the heavy *******t inside of
    Chevy's Plannnin your death over spaghetti
    We target-ready, turn your mind in confetti
    Flippin the most, fully-loaded clip in the toast
    Pour a tall glass of
    Cris and we toast
    Couple of hollers, grip and rip on a coast
    Couple of chickens with our ******* in they throats
    ******* strippin on boats, *******s trickin they notes
    All the chips that we gross, millionaire status
    Mafia marriage, ******* that's out for carats like rabbits
    Stuff the wall safe with stacks of cabbage
    Put a gat in back of your cabbage
    You livin lavish, *******, give up the package
    Got the ???? *******s livin savage
    Troubled kids and bastards
    Out of your average, ???? danger and hazards
    Young gun *******s that strap the ratchet
    Lay you back inside of a casket
    Put you in plastic, stretch you like elastic
    When the Mac hit it burn like acid
    You do Hail
    Mary's like you was
    Catholic Need a priest, *******, to chat with [ CHORUS ]