New York, ain't nuttin' but real thugs So, when you see Buck and Bun B, show us love Now when the thug's in the club and he come to spend some dubs
gon' realize we some young'ns that's thuggin Waitin for bustin just some animals not givin a fuck'n We them niggaz that's clubbin, fightin security jumpin
Fordítás: Young Buck. Thug In The Club.
' realize we some young'ns that's thuggin Waitin for bustin just some animals not givin a fuck'n We them niggaz that's clubbin, fightin security jumpin
Ha, ha, ha That's just the sound of the Hen', true story Buddy Roe They say tell the truth, Shane and them (Uh, uh) Thank God for the thugs too Drop
Hah, that's just the sound of the Hen' True Story, that's what we call it Thank God for the thugs too Buddy Roe Drop the top and let the sunshine in
I do? I had to feed my fuckin' family What else could I do? But be a thug Out slangin' with the homies Fuck hangin' with them phonies in the clubs Got
in the club, in the club All them girls they'll be shakin' in the club In the club, in the club All the thugs they'll be playin' in the club Yo, I'm
pen When I'm off in the club much love for the thugs See Hennessey in the clubs Got all these rabid ass, maggot hoes they love the thugs Gotta change
bleek Squeeze hammers t'il they nail me, fuck what niggas tell me Street scholar, keep firin' is what they tell me Drug chemist, thug nigga be named
Sigel y'all Memph Bleek what? Amil-lion, uhh Cat be him, El Cap-i-tan The fire I spit burn down Happyland Social Club, we unapproachable thugs, non-
'cause she always broke And the young girls is dressing more and more sleazy And everybody and their momma talking 'bout O.J. defense To the hoochies in the Hondas and Sentras Young
in '91, made Im homesick Move Pow-Fu like a Farrakhan atonement Raised in, caged in, let my ways spin Face wrapped up like a Saudi Arabian [Young Buck
a new boyfriend And it seems your lil' rat turned out to be a mouse This beef shit is for the birds and the birds fly South Even Young Buck can vouch
To let me see the ass while they backup dance I glance and breeze if the body is true I'm off and on to part two, hell Now, I done scanned at the club
ho' Don't run or bat me, always tryin' to attack me Destroy your brain cells from the heads I be clappin' I'll buck all day, I'll buck all night Damn
