Thug World

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Spice 1] I'm platinum while I'm gattin', now that finger's shinin' It's nothin' to a boss to bust wit' cut diamonds I'ma dig it, ya fiend for the verbals, I came to spit it Big boss like a 500 Benz to a Honda Civic Comin' wit' it, hit it, as soon as I finished, they say he shitted Lit it up and kept the slug from the jumps, fuck a critic Y'all opinion is like a asshole, I stick my UZI in it Windows tinted, took a stop at the corner for some business I'ma take 7 suckas, put 'em in a line And add 7 more suckas, who think they can time I'ma take 7 more, before I go for mine Now that's 21 suckas slumped at the same time Ain't no haters in here and it's leather wood on the steering We ain't trippin', stash spot heat in the ceiling 1, 2, 3, 4 TV's and 23's You can barely see the tides, It's the chrome when it gleams In my thug world [Chorus] You can get it, you can kick it, in my thug world Hustlin' and ballin' till the Sun go down, thug world You can get it, you can kick it, in my thug world Ballin' and hustlin' till the Sun go down, thug world [Verse 2: Kurupt] Skis, spread out in the Glass House Skate through the streets like ice Skates in the '68, town rob, skate Rob, skate, bounce, break, bounce make the Earth quake I'ma show you niggas 'bout a real G, nigga Most G niggas, it's still me, nigga Bitches all around this motherfucker Don't make me have to clown this motherfucker You betta sit down in this motherfucker 'Cause this is my thug world, gangsta paradise I'm all hood, nigga, I'm all ice No matter what you said, I done said it twice No matter what you said, I done said it twice Cooked on like rice, surround like vice Kurupt, motherfucker, and the bitch is a broad Even dick psychic bitches like Deon Ward Thug world [Chorus] [Verse 3: Spice 1] I keep 3 bitches wit' me: Ross, Crystal, and Mary Jane Mary Jane, Mary Jane, you know you're my everything Smoke a pound back to back to back like the Lakers It's nothin' like a motherfuckin' old school player Like the NFL, but I don't rush the quarterback I'll rush the whole thing back and I'll pick up another slack Mo' chips than Mandalay, rippin' representin' the Bay But, baby, keep givin' me the eye like everyday Eyes like brown and skin tone coffee I'm sippin Hennessy, gettin drunker' than Nick Nolte Straight so-soldiers, drunk not sober Sh-shoot you in ya chest, let ya wind free like Oprah Green ones break down, we ain't fuckin wit' Charlie Brown We ain't rappin' for peanuts, we want the meal tickets now Narcoleptic, sleepin' disorder, retrospective Some niggas try to ball in the game and got intercepted We do it from dusk till dawn like Tarantino Hustlin' till the Sun wake up, the Bambino In my thug world [Chorus]