Naughty By Nature (feat. Krayzie Bone, Mag) "Thugs & Hustlers"
19 Naughty Nine: Nature's Fury
[Intro: (Mag)] Aw shit! Here we go! Aw there go my niggas over there! Yeah there go my thugs over there! There go them bitches over there! Look out for shots for my real niggas!
[Chorus:] Where my thugs, where my hustlers at? Where my thugs, where my hustlers at? Say what? Where my thugs, where my hustlers at? Where my thuss, where my hustlers at? Say what? The Henny's in me, you can't change that Crack the blunt, roll that bitch up, where my thugs at? Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at The Henny's in me, you can't change that Crack the blunt, roll that bitch up, where my thugs at? Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at
[Mag] Now why should locs give a fuck? What? Nigga my mental's stuck I gotta be dirty damn near all the time, strapped the fuck up Post the fuck up, Smoked the fuck up, locced the fuck up When the po po come we don't choke the fuck up, punk Bitch ass niggas know they can't run with me Real ass niggas they get it done with me Because they want with me Ha, it's just the low life I live Shit forever we ride, dub sac, my homey done died My head stays busted All motherfuckin day, off that Henny blessed with Alhezay Hey, what, gangstafied, bout it bout it til I die nigga Bounce to this and if you dig it press rewind
[Treach] See now my thugs do the gangsta and the killin and stealin While my hustlers do the bankin and the dealin for millions My pimps be curlin, crimpin, straight pimpin and illin My gangsta thugs on this club on the motherfuckin realin See, some motherfuckers got loot to get It's just some motherfuckers can't shoot for shit So my hustlers call my thugs for the slugs for the hit And yeah my thugs roll and shoot in the hoop like a six Came from east to the west playin steelo with Beelow Niggas fought drinkin corpse, too much cut on the kilos So we took every jewel that he just bought from Tito Then Beelow rolled him through the desert Left him bleedin in Reno, without a C-note A section or a solid to sell it Ain't married fuck a ring, save the carats for rabbits Cuz a pimp and a thug and a hustler know You trick your grip, the bitch got rich and you's the hoe, woah
[Krayzie Bone] You see them packin niggas goin in the club, token, smokin bud Ain't no security at the door so they ain't even get touched Now they better tear this motherfucker up If you one of them niggas, us Straight to the parkin, lift them nigga what We all thugged out, got on khakis, fatigues and boots Just watchin all the loud talkers floss they cheese and jewels Clean diamond rings and suits, we ain't hatin nigga we hungry And we'll rob your ass with the quickness if you show me the money Call it whatever my nigga but I call it being a thug and a hustler And you gotta have the nuts to be both And I gotta roll with the raws And get with the steady regardless Fuck, how much your bitch and how many niggas you with See we the ones that like to crash the party Drink all the forties up and disrespect every nigga in there Cuz we don't give a fuck (we don't) Just cuz I be rappin and all my records went platinum Don't exactly mean I had to get rid of my Thug Mentality But I know some niggas be fakin themselves That's cuz they hoes And when they get caught up in confrontations they be scared as hell Ain't nothin wrong with bein a thug, but y'all got to keep it real So don't you get your ass on wax tellin lies about how you live Now I dedicate this to my real strugglers Make em feel ya, fuck makin em love ya And y'all gon learn, them thugs and hustlers Hustlers, hustlers