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fat joe – we thuggin (remix) lyrics

fat joe
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we thuggin (remix)”(feat. busta rhymes, noreaga, remy martin
[fat joe]
ha, ha, ha, ha
uh, uh, uh, yeah, uh
for my dirty, dirty
d.c. what?
uh, yeah, uh, t.s.
remix y’all

[remy martin]
remix y’all

[fat joe]
remix y’all

[remy martin]
the remix y’all

[fat joe]
crack is back again (ooo-oooh)
had to rip this track again (ooo-oooh)

[remy martin]
and when it’s packed like the garden
you know it’s the squadron

[fat joe]
the god, fat joe

[remy martin]
and that b-tch, remy martin

[remy martin & r. kelly]
we thuggin’

[fat joe]
you know the rest
got the tank top on that show the vest

[remy martin]
i know some chickens that be strippin’ and they show they br–sts
and they all think joe the best

[fat joe]
well it’s on if they got no regrets
bring them hoes to the low crib by the lake on the coldest sect
i got chicks b-tt-naked feelin’ no redress

[remy martin]
okay, i’m on my way with a load of cess
but, i got four n-gg-s in my truck

[fat joe]
and if you bring ’em to my crib, they gettin’ f-cked up

[remy martin]
i’ma sneak ’em in the back as soon as y’all drunk

[remy martin & fat joe]
we take a puff of dro and be like (oo-oo-oooh)

[r. kelly]
yeah, we thuggin’, rollin’ on dubs, and
off up in the club, wildin’ like what
got cris’ on pop, henny wit no chaser, and mami don’t stop
throw it up, six o’clock, ’cause i got four hon-eys in the drop
and my man joe’s got the keys to the spot
and it’s full of honeys, panties with no tops
we take a puff of dro and be like (oo-oo-oooh)

[noreaga]
ay, yo, twin ho days and we makin’ it hot (say what?)
numero uno on your billboard spot (what, n-gg-?)
since the days of flow joe, we be makin’ it hot
before superthug, n-gg-s sold crack on the block
you see, uh

[noreaga & r. kelly]
we thuggin’, rollin’ on dubs, and

[noreaga]
n-gg-s say they still in them bricks, but they wasn’t
me and big pun ran trains on mad cousins
mami took an e and a half and three wasn’t
and n-gg-, yeah, i’ma stay right here (ain’t goin’ nowhere)
it’s thugged-out miller-tainment, and it’s somethin’ to fear
and i ain’t got time for diss records (no time for that)
catch me in the streets, and i’ma leave your m-th-f-ckin’ b-tch naked
fj 560, the five ride with me (we got honeys, y’all)
i got some mamis in the club wanna slide with me
ho’s at, i drunk ‘nough y’all yay
me and my joe, hennessey doubles and lattes (hey!)

[busta rhymes]
in 2001, we move fast
i had to f-ck a couple fat b-tches all in they -ss
yes, i get busy and know and i do all i can (can)
had to meet up with them terror squad n-gg-s, my man (man)
yeah, i see a couple of n-gg-s that look real bugged
in the corner frontin’ like a bunch of real, live thugs
frontin’, stackin’ my ones and i’m countin’ these figgas
got a cooler b-tch that’s mo’ thug than some of these n-gg-s
f-ckin’ me now, suckin’ my -ss late
straight drinkin’ the henny, sippin’ with no chaser
when my b-tches be thuggin’ n-gg-s that catch vapors
lovin’ how my b-tches be givin’ me paper
one by one, watchin’ y’all n-gg-s drop off
you wack n-gg-s will feel when you hear my gun pop off
get my rocks off, that’s when i’m quick to knock your block off
and hold a gat when i’m f-ckin’ and never take my socks off

- fat joe lyrics

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