Definition Of A Thug Nigga歌词
Nobody's, closin' me out of my business
Nobody's, closin' me out of my business
My definition of a thug *************
(Nobody's, closin' me out of my business)
I played the cards I was given, thank God I'm still livin'
Pack my nine 'til it's time to go to prison
As I'm bailin' down the block where I come from, still gotta pack a gun
'Case some young mother******s wanna play dumb
I guess I live life forever jugglin'
But I'll be hustlin' 'til the early mornin' 'cause I'm strugglin'
Like drinkin' liquor make the money come quicker
Gettin' pages from my *************, it's time to ************* her
I ain't in love with her, I just wanna be the one to hit her
Drop off and let the next ************* get her
That's the way it goes, it's time to shake a hoe, make the dough
Break a hoe when it's time to make some mo'
I keep my finger on the trigger of my glock
Ridin' down the block lickin' shots at the punk-ass
And spittin' game through my mobile phone
The type of *************t to get them hoes to bone
My definition of a thug *************
'Tis the season to be servin', what you doin'?
Mob-mobbin' like a mother******
'Tis the season to be servin', what you doin'?
Mob-mobbin' like a mother******
'Tis the season to be servin', what you doin'?
Mob-mobbin' like a mother******
'Tis the season to be servin'
Well, I roll with a crew of zoo *************z
They're quick to pull a nine when it's time do *************z
Comin' through like I'm two *************z, a true ************* ************* a Zig Zag
Roll me a blunt and pass that brew *************
I'm drivin' drunk on the freeway, so take it easy
Lookin' for a new face to skeeze me
Everybody's lookin' for a nut but I'm searchin' for the big bucks
Give a ************* rather die than be stuck
In a one-room shack and kickin' back
Daydreamin' with the nine in my lap
So how's that from the mind of a thug *************?
Bought a fo'-five 'cause I heard that the slug's bigger
Figure the first mother****** to jump'll find hisself
Gettin' swept off his feet by the pump
I put that on my moms, word to the mother******' trigger
Before I go broke I'll be a drug dealer, a thug *************
'Tis the season to be servin', what you doin'?
Mob-mobbin' like a mother******
'Tis the season to be servin', what you doin'?
Mob-mobbin' like a mother******
'Tis the season to be servin', what you doin'?
Mob-mobbin' like a mother******
'Tis the season to be servin'
Short than a mother****** snatched up by one-time
Make a phone call and be back to ball by lunchtime
So here we go, we in the inner city
I keep my hand on my gat and stay cool, my attitude is *************tty
*************z don't like me 'cause I'm makin' ends
Roll in a Benz and I blaze a blunt 'cause I'm all in
And any ************* tryin' to take what I got'll
Half the deal with the sixteen-shot glock
So here we go, I can't be faded
Happy in the mother******, finally made it
Got my money in my pocket, finger on the trigger
And I ain't takin' *************t from no *************z
I'm just tryin' to make some money right
Put some mother******' food in my tummy right
I'm feelin' good like I'm supposed to, ready to ball
Find a spot and we can serve 'em all
My definition of a thug *************
'Tis the season to be servin'
Mobbin' like a mother****** every single day
(My definition of a thug *************)
'Tis the season to be servin'
Mobbin' like a mother****** every single day
(My definition of a thug *************)
'Tis the season to be servin'
Mobbin' like a mother****** every single day
(My definition of a thug *************)
'Tis the season to be servin'
Nobody's, closin' me out of my business
Nobody's, closin' me out of my business
Nobody's, closin' me out of my business
Nobody's, closin' me out of my business
Nobody's, closin' me out of my business
My definition of a thug *************
(Nobody's, closin' me out of my business)
I played the cards I was given, thank God I'm still livin'
Pack my nine 'til it's time to go to prison
As I'm bailin' down the block where I come from, still gotta pack a gun
'Case some young mother******s wanna play dumb
I guess I live life forever jugglin'
But I'll be hustlin' 'til the early mornin' 'cause I'm strugglin'
Like drinkin' liquor make the money come quicker
Gettin' pages from my *************, it's time to ************* her
I ain't in love with her, I just wanna be the one to hit her
Drop off and let the next ************* get her
That's the way it goes, it's time to shake a hoe, make the dough
Break a hoe when it's time to make some mo'
I keep my finger on the trigger of my glock
Ridin' down the block lickin' shots at the punk-ass
And spittin' game through my mobile phone
The type of *************t to get them hoes to bone
My definition of a thug *************
'Tis the season to be servin', what you doin'?
Mob-mobbin' like a mother******
'Tis the season to be servin', what you doin'?
Mob-mobbin' like a mother******
'Tis the season to be servin', what you doin'?
Mob-mobbin' like a mother******
'Tis the season to be servin'
Well, I roll with a crew of zoo *************z
They're quick to pull a nine when it's time do *************z
Comin' through like I'm two *************z, a true ************* ************* a Zig Zag
Roll me a blunt and pass that brew *************
I'm drivin' drunk on the freeway, so take it easy
Lookin' for a new face to skeeze me
Everybody's lookin' for a nut but I'm searchin' for the big bucks
Give a ************* rather die than be stuck
In a one-room shack and kickin' back
Daydreamin' with the nine in my lap
So how's that from the mind of a thug *************?
Bought a fo'-five 'cause I heard that the slug's bigger
Figure the first mother****** to jump'll find hisself
Gettin' swept off his feet by the pump
I put that on my moms, word to the mother******' trigger
Before I go broke I'll be a drug dealer, a thug *************
'Tis the season to be servin', what you doin'?
Mob-mobbin' like a mother******
'Tis the season to be servin', what you doin'?
Mob-mobbin' like a mother******
'Tis the season to be servin', what you doin'?
Mob-mobbin' like a mother******
'Tis the season to be servin'
Short than a mother****** snatched up by one-time
Make a phone call and be back to ball by lunchtime
So here we go, we in the inner city
I keep my hand on my gat and stay cool, my attitude is *************tty
*************z don't like me 'cause I'm makin' ends
Roll in a Benz and I blaze a blunt 'cause I'm all in
And any ************* tryin' to take what I got'll
Half the deal with the sixteen-shot glock
So here we go, I can't be faded
Happy in the mother******, finally made it
Got my money in my pocket, finger on the trigger
And I ain't takin' *************t from no *************z
I'm just tryin' to make some money right
Put some mother******' food in my tummy right
I'm feelin' good like I'm supposed to, ready to ball
Find a spot and we can serve 'em all
My definition of a thug *************
'Tis the season to be servin'
Mobbin' like a mother****** every single day
(My definition of a thug *************)
'Tis the season to be servin'
Mobbin' like a mother****** every single day
(My definition of a thug *************)
'Tis the season to be servin'
Mobbin' like a mother****** every single day
(My definition of a thug *************)
'Tis the season to be servin'
Nobody's, closin' me out of my business
Nobody's, closin' me out of my business
Nobody's, closin' me out of my business
Nobody's, closin' me out of my business
