t-h-u-g
t-h-u-g
sunday monday tuesday wednesday thursday friday saturday thugs
everyday thugs we be bone thugs
ahh
nigga thug all day any day
even when i'm in l.a. i roll with the thugs
better creep to the city and look for the weed spot
stop cause i gotta get bud
wanna get a pound of that floatin stuff
some of that smoke and puff
and if you smoke enough you sure enough get p.o.d.'ed
cleveland - it's the same thang
they out there puff m. jane
inhale exhale back on the plane
headed to the city that's sunny all year round
that's right miami
it's like a little planet
full of sin
well we got to have it
and i'm simply tryin to tell these motherfuckers
that we thug all day we thug always
so come to the party and bring somebody
and bring some weed and a tank of bacardi
it's gon' get rowdy
come and roll with the everyday thugs
stayin +down foe my thang+
stayin true to the game cause that's all i know
i'm a street nigga
keep the heat nigga
gettin street figures
all night long
i gots to go get me some money
cause just like that
nigga gots to have it
it be greens or spinach or cabbage
whatever you call it can do your math
and work this magic
get on the grind
in position to be the boss
niggaz can floss and talk
but i know they soft
but a nigga like me stay raw
on the d.l. cause what we sell
ain't none of nobody's business
never was
and nigga never will be
thinkin i'm broke but i'm out here filthy
feelin me?
y'all niggaz be killin me
brag about the money that you claim you makin
fuck around
catch your dumbass sleepin
then that money be up for the takin
yeah
i bring home the bacon
and nigga that's all i'ma let you know
you already know when i stole the show
little man with the big dough run these hoes
i'm a thug
seems like every time i come out gotta prove i'm thug
like a nigga ain't put in work
with his blood
it's gonna be the same
cause nigga gonna stay on his game
this is how we gets down
with money mayne
money mayne
monday tuesday wednesdays
i mighta been chillin
thursdays fridays saturday i'm out there kickin it with all my villains
go against us
you ain't goin nowhere
bone thugs-n-harmony keepin it real for st. clair
anybody that want it
even if it's on my mornings
i will wake up
just in case you want it
and i ain't got shit to prove it
thirty minutes over you do it
put it down nigga
really
now move it
you know
we like the echo and oh
we like the roley y'know
we like the benz-o but oh
he the homie but no
he the enemy fo' sho'
pull a.44 out of the holster
bust on him like real niggaz supposed ta
sticky-icky blowin brew in my leather sofa
little nigga
roll a spiritual soldier
like nat turner
clap burner
murda mo murda
murder motherfucker
shit as hot as the kitchen furnace
from smokers to workers
cleveland to cali
ghetto in our suburbia's
little bizzy stay pimp in alley
and finally the vinyl be vital
and why should i flip?
i already got the title
besides my vibe is the shit
it's too many sides