We Thuggin Lyrics - Jealous Ones Still Envy - Fat Joe

[Fat Joe] 

(Ooohhh, mmm) 

Yea, uh, uh (Fat Joe and the R) 

That shit y'all (Breakin shit down) 

Shake that, funky, funky, funky (Yeah) 

Sticky, icky, icky - yeah uh 

I got that shit y'all 

I got that shit y'all 

Uh yo yo 

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[Fat Joe] 

Crackman and I'm at it again 

Niggas had they run, now it's time for change 

When we step in the club, nigga tuck ya chain 

Got the mink on - same color the Range 

Uh, pour liqour for my nigga that's gone 

Big Pun! Then we party like we just came home 

Fuck a bitch if she act to grown 

I don't need that shit, I got my wife at home 

Uh words slurrin, dirty urine 

Drunk of off Henny and the Joe keep burnin 

Dancin with shorty and her friend keep flirtin 

I don't always crush two but tonight seems certain 

Party hard like "Fuck 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's is ours 

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[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 be-atch 

[Fat Joe] 

Yea uh, yea yea yo 

Everybody wanna know where the crib's at 

Niggas 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 shit 

It's ya birthday, show me what I'm foolin with 

Like no doubt, pokin doll out, pull ya g-string down south 

Owww! Pass that, give shorty a shot 

True enough we gon' see if she naughty or not 

I'm on E feelin ready and hot 

I give 'em twenty a pop, leave the pennies atop 

[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 be-atch 

[R. Kelly] 

Fat Joe, R. Kelly we pop up 

[Fat Joe] 

Yeah, Terror Squad, Rockland what the fuck what 

[R. Kelly] 

Fat Joe, R. Kelly we pop up 

[Fat Joe] 

Uh, uh, Rockland, Terror Squad what the fuck what 

[R. Kelly] 

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 

[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 be-atch 

[Fat Joe] 

Haha, yeah uh 

You know what this is 

Cha-town - BX 

What the fuck what? 

Out...