Trick Daddy - Thugs About Lyrics
[Intro: Cool & Dre]Good god, a ha haYo Trick I think we done did it again man [[echo:] of course, of course]Miami's finest, T Double D [haha haha]Y'all know who we be[Chorus: Cool & Dre]I wanna be your homie, your homie, love, and friendI wanna be your boy that you holla at night on the weekends [ooh baby]I wanna be the 'G' that your girlfriends brag about, that's what talkin' boutOhhh girl come and let me show you what a thug's about[Verse 1: Trick Daddy]I ain't the type of nigga, who get a little bit of cheddarAnd start hanging on the beach and think he better than the next nigga [next nigga]Though I'll prolly go to Bay Harbor about Gucci, Louis, or PradaFor my wife son or daughter, yeah [wife, son, or daughter]They gon talk about us, you should expect thatLook at them *****es, they broke, they can't afford thisThey still livin' with they momma and they wonder why niggaz ***** em'And won't do nothin' for 'emPump ya brakes lil' mama, some are down to *****Stay out my face if you ain't got shit good to sayAnd my wife don't like ya [don't like ya]Matter of fact when she see ya, she might wanna fight yaHo, I tried to keep it real witcha' [keep it real witcha]But by ya runnin' ya mouth and takin' pills, I can't deal with ya***** you got real issues [real issues] and I'm a real niggaDeal wit' 'em and I wanna chill witcha[Chorus: Cool & Dre]I wanna be your homie, your homie, love, and friendI wanna be your boy that you holla at night on the weekends [ooh baby]I wanna be the 'G' that your girlfriends brag about, that's what talkin' boutOhhh girl come and let me show you what a thug's about[Verse 2: Dirtbag]Now you ain't neva had a stunnaYou ain't neva had a gunnaYou ain't neva had a dirty ass gangsta mother*****erNow you glad you didFirst you was scaredPoppin champagne bottles, go on take a swigYou see this life I live is for the real and not the fakeSo when we walk the streets girl I'll make ya feel safe [huh]I know you lovin how I'm thuggin all dayyyYour momma hate me but she thank me when the rent payyyedSay my name and watch how ya friends actI got a brother and a cousin they can get atFirst you was shuddered wit niggaz that get in troubleThen I got you in the cover no other did it so bettaTropical colors on ya dresses impresses meI ain't worryin' about yo 'exes' come flex with meYEEE!! Girl what's goooodYou lookin' for love and now you found it in the hooood[Chorus: Cool & Dre]I wanna be your homie, your homie, love, and friendI wanna be your boy that you holla at night on the weekends [ooh baby]I wanna be the 'G' that your girlfriends brag about, that's what talkin' boutOhhh girl come and let me show you what a thug's about[Verse 3: Trick Daddy]You see the problem isYou accept too many promises [too many promises]And you subject yourself, where you can't help yourselfBut I'm here to help [I'm here to help], so tell the busta to stepAnd baby have no fear cuz "Thug Life" is hereAnd I got a remedy for you to get replenished inBut hot showers, clean towels, and a double hennesseyAnd I hope you got plenty energyCuz' when K-9 these felines, shit gets finicky [whoa, haha]Anyways, I got plenty ways, to make ya stayBut Im'a keep it straight, it's better that wayI'm better gettin' wetter that wayAnd I'm bigger than ya last, and we gon' need "Magnum"In fact I'm ready right now [right now]We can get butt ***** and I'll hit it right now [right now]But we homies, so let's stay homies [stay homie]Conversation onlyOkay homie [okay homie][Chorus: Cool & Dre] [2x]I wanna be your homie, your homie, love, and friendI wanna be your boy that you holla at night on the weekends [ooh baby]I wanna be the 'G' that your girlfriends brag about, that's what talkin' boutOhhh girl come and let me show you what a thug's about
