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freddie gibbs & madlib - thuggin lyrics

[produced by madlib]

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

[intro]
uh, yeah, fo’sho’
n-ggas be comin at me like, “yo, yo fred man
you a real n-gga, dawg”, yes baby, real n-gga (real n-gga)
i be like (from front to the back) “respect man” (respect)
these fake n-ggas done lowered the bar, you know what i’m sayin?

[verse 1]
n-ggas be like “fred, you ain’t never lied”
f-ck the rap sh-t, my gangsta been solidified
still do my business on the side
b-tch, if you polices, then pay me no nevermind
i was thuggin’, black and red laces in my number threes
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 live at in the night time
59fifty to the left, but i’m in my right mind
thuggin’, pants gon’ be saggin’ til i’m 40
still lyrically sharper than any short bus shawty
phonies ain’t gon’ throw me in this minstrel show
these labels see how far up in they mouth my d-ck can go
so gon’, choke on this meat, throw my song on repeat
might move away one day but i’m always gon’ belong to the streets

[chorus]
i’m straight thuggin’, uh
and it feels so good, uh, and it feels so right
uh, yeah, and it feels so good
uh, and it feels so right
’cause mothaf-cka i’m thuggin’

[verse 2]
selling you the science of the street rap
every motherf-ckin’ show i do is off the meat rack
i done been to jail and did my best not to repeat that
i’m tryin to feed my family, give a f-ck about your feedback
critically acclaimed but that sh-t don’t mean a thang
when you rocking mics and stealing microwaves, cooking ‘caine
never trippin’ on a dame, i’m too cold for you broke hoes
don’t let the kn-b hit your 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 your sweetheart
then go and get some groceries off my geeker ebt card
why the feds worried ’bout me clocking on this corner
when there’s politicians out here getting popped in arizona?

[chorus]
b-tch i’m thuggin’, b-tch
and it feels so good, uh, and it feels so right
yeah, yeah, and it feels so good
uh, and it feels so right
’cause mothaf-cka i’m thuggin’

[verse 3]
“we’re not against rap, but we’re against those thugs”
can’t be legit when every n-gga in your clique sold drugs
predicate felons in my faculty, real k!llers 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-cking 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-gga up the street
cause he thuggin’, and yo, she’d probably suck his d-ck for it
she turnt out so it ain’t sh-t to turn a trick for it
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 p-ssed it
so lock me up forever but this sh-t is everlastin’

[chorus]
i’m thuggin’, huh
and it feels so good, uh, and it feels so right
uh, yeah, and it feels so good
uh, and it feels so right
’cause mothaf-cka i’m thuggin, b-tch

[outro]
ay! police is down over here!
come on!
sh-t!

- freddie gibbs madlib lyrics

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