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freddie gibbs - thuggin' lyrics

“somebody warn the west, n-gg- ain’t runnin”
“somebody wa- n-gg- ain’t runnin no more”
“the legend of n-gg- in color, rated pg”
“parental guidance suggested”

[intro:]
uh…yeah..fa sho’
n-gg-z be comin at me like,
“yo, yo fred man… you a real n-gg-, dawg”
real n-gg- (real n-gg-)
i be like (from front to the back), “respect man”
(respect) these fake n-gg-z done lowered the bar, ynahmsayin?

n-gg-z be like “fred, you ain’t never lied”
f-ck the rap sh-t my gangsta is solidified
still do my bih’ness on the side
b-tch if you police-ses, then pay me no nevermind
i was thuggin — black and red laces in my number 3s’
take a pull up off the wood and let that motherf-cker breathe
sit outside a busta crib and let that motherf-cker leave
walk his -ss back in and put him on his motherf-ckin knees
thuggin — never takin no for an answer
might just take a loss but b-tch i’d rather take my chances
this liquor got me lurkin where you livin in the night time
59fifty to the left but i’m in my right mind
thuggin — pants gon’ be saggin ’til i’m forty
still lyrically sharper than these (shawtbusshawtys)
them phonies ain’t gon’ throw me in this minstrel show
these labels see how far up in they mouth my d-ck could go
so gon’ and, choke on this meat and throw my song on repeat
might move away one day but i’m always gon’ belong to the streets
i’m straight thuggin

[chorus:]
and it feels so good, uh and it feels so right
yeah, and it feels so good uh, and it feels so right
cause motherf-cker i’m thuggin

sellin you the science of the street rap
every motherf-ckin show i do is off the meat rack
i done been in jail and did my best not to repeat that
i’m tryna feed my family, give a f-ck about yo’ feedback
critically acclaimed, but that sh-t don’t mean a thang
when you rockin mics and still in microwaves cookin ‘caine
never trickin on a dame, i’m too cold for you broke hoes
don’t let the kn-b hitcha booty when the door close, b-tch!
she let me hit it cause i’m thuggin
squares need not apply, i’m so fly i might f-ck her cousin
swiftly ’bout to stick a sweet d-ck in ya sweetheart
then get some groceries off, might geek a ebt card
why the feds worried ’bout me clockin on this corner
when there’s politicians out here gettin popped in arizona
b-tch, i’m thuggin’

[chorus]

yo, yo, we’re not against rap, but we’re against those thugs
can’t be legit when every n-gg- in ya clique sold drugs
predicate felons in my faculty, real killers can vouch for me
teach a kid at the crib or your children might cop an ounce from me
and smoke out in the chevy with us, cause in the past
my low-cl-ss black -ss would serve my own f-ckin family members
i hate to say it, ain’t no need to be discreet
if she don’t cop from me, she get it from a n-gg- up the street
cause he thuggin — and yo she’d probably suck his d-ck for it
she turned out so it ain’t sh-t to turn a trick for it (nasty b-tch)
my uncle last b-tch, put him on the gl-ss d-ck
tried to rob a man to feed his habit, he got blasted
i live on borrowed time, my expiration date i past it
so lock me up forever, but this sh-t is everlasting
i’m thuggin

[chorus]

b-tch!

- freddie gibbs lyrics

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