What Thugs Do Lyrics
| Song | What Thugs Do |
| Artist | LA the Darkman |
| Album | Heist of the Century |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Broady, Jackson | |
| Yeah. yeah. one. two. | |
| Yeah. yeah. yeah. (oh) | |
| Time for another cat get his money. | |
| Ya'nah'mean? let's just stroll alone. | |
| (havin money, havin money) | |
| Word life. (havin money) | |
| [la the darkman] | |
| Yo, yo, life is hard, so i dedicate to god | |
| Mad cats sell coke, tryin not to starve | |
| Young girls sell vagina from jersey to carolina | |
| Saw moms do it, she learned it as a minor | |
| In poverty, life expectancy is short | |
| Kids rob spots, push crack or play sports | |
| In projects, single parents homes and techs | |
| Islam, bass-heads and welfare checks | |
| I'm tryin to eat, pushin wide-bodied whip through the streets | |
| My whole fleet is wolves disquised as sheep | |
| In society, the poor in america are miserable | |
| Untrained, starvin like the children in israel | |
| First jewel since men spoke hebrew | |
| Now niggaz drink brew, guzzle lucefer stew | |
| Young e, only eleven, got a three-fifty-seven | |
| And said he sold drugs by day cuz havin cream was heaven | |
| [chorus x2: dj rogers & puff] | |
| What young thugs do for money | |
| What young thugs do for money | |
| [la the darkman] | |
| Yo, niggaz keep eyein me, my life is like administer society | |
| I'm old dog, many fake thugs think of tryin me | |
| Sorry, i'm the lion in this concrete safari | |
| My niggaz been in and out of jail since atari | |
| The street life is the only life i know | |
| Puff trees, v12, my medallion glow | |
| And i'm always gotti, but cats don't know me | |
| My peoples run the island on riker's and the coney | |
| I keep the new fresh, planned clark's like tony | |
| I'm married to my guns in holy matrimony | |
| With street raps, all the bullshit, you keep that | |
| Rhyme for my niggaz on the corner that keep gats | |
| Since school cats, niggaz incarcerated | |
| All praises due to allah cuz i made it | |
| [chorus x2] | |
| [la the darkman] | |
| Yo, yo, yo, yo, as an adolestant, i grew up stressin | |
| With a lust for jewelry, clothes and metal weapons | |
| Based on the streets, life about cream and whip | |
| Cells with the chip, big guns and big clips | |
| A dime piece to strip and more bricks to flip | |
| Ghetto novel, my lex shines like the apollo | |
| La songs, philosphies is a street aristotel | |
| It's policticians, catholics and christians | |
| Kids who don't listen, on riker's pissin | |
| Life, can't play cee-lo with two dice | |
| And you go through hell just to come out right | |
| Cuz we go through hell just to come out right | |
| [chorus x4] | |
| [outro: dj rogers & puff] | |
| Thugs that get that money (get that money) | |
| Don't let money change you (don't let it change you) | |
| (no, no, no, no) thugs that get that money (ohhh) | |
| Money, don't let money change you (don't let it change you) | |
| (ohh, no, no, don't let money change you) | |
| (i'm tellin you, don't let it change you) | |
| (do you want the dollar? got to have the money) | |
| (uh, got to have the money) | |
| (ain't worth the problem...) |
| zuo qu : Broady, Jackson | |
| Yeah. yeah. one. two. | |
| Yeah. yeah. yeah. oh | |
| Time for another cat get his money. | |
| Ya' nah' mean? let' s just stroll alone. | |
| havin money, havin money | |
| Word life. havin money | |
| la the darkman | |
| Yo, yo, life is hard, so i dedicate to god | |
| Mad cats sell coke, tryin not to starve | |
| Young girls sell vagina from jersey to carolina | |
| Saw moms do it, she learned it as a minor | |
| In poverty, life expectancy is short | |
| Kids rob spots, push crack or play sports | |
| In projects, single parents homes and techs | |
| Islam, bassheads and welfare checks | |
| I' m tryin to eat, pushin widebodied whip through the streets | |
| My whole fleet is wolves disquised as sheep | |
| In society, the poor in america are miserable | |
| Untrained, starvin like the children in israel | |
| First jewel since men spoke hebrew | |
| Now niggaz drink brew, guzzle lucefer stew | |
| Young e, only eleven, got a threefiftyseven | |
| And said he sold drugs by day cuz havin cream was heaven | |
| chorus x2: dj rogers puff | |
| What young thugs do for money | |
| What young thugs do for money | |
| la the darkman | |
| Yo, niggaz keep eyein me, my life is like administer society | |
| I' m old dog, many fake thugs think of tryin me | |
| Sorry, i' m the lion in this concrete safari | |
| My niggaz been in and out of jail since atari | |
| The street life is the only life i know | |
| Puff trees, v12, my medallion glow | |
| And i' m always gotti, but cats don' t know me | |
| My peoples run the island on riker' s and the coney | |
| I keep the new fresh, planned clark' s like tony | |
| I' m married to my guns in holy matrimony | |
| With street raps, all the bullshit, you keep that | |
| Rhyme for my niggaz on the corner that keep gats | |
| Since school cats, niggaz incarcerated | |
| All praises due to allah cuz i made it | |
| chorus x2 | |
| la the darkman | |
| Yo, yo, yo, yo, as an adolestant, i grew up stressin | |
| With a lust for jewelry, clothes and metal weapons | |
| Based on the streets, life about cream and whip | |
| Cells with the chip, big guns and big clips | |
| A dime piece to strip and more bricks to flip | |
| Ghetto novel, my lex shines like the apollo | |
| La songs, philosphies is a street aristotel | |
| It' s policticians, catholics and christians | |
| Kids who don' t listen, on riker' s pissin | |
| Life, can' t play ceelo with two dice | |
| And you go through hell just to come out right | |
| Cuz we go through hell just to come out right | |
| chorus x4 | |
| outro: dj rogers puff | |
| Thugs that get that money get that money | |
| Don' t let money change you don' t let it change you | |
| no, no, no, no thugs that get that money ohhh | |
| Money, don' t let money change you don' t let it change you | |
| ohh, no, no, don' t let money change you | |
| i' m tellin you, don' t let it change you | |
| do you want the dollar? got to have the money | |
| uh, got to have the money | |
| ain' t worth the problem... |
| zuò qǔ : Broady, Jackson | |
| Yeah. yeah. one. two. | |
| Yeah. yeah. yeah. oh | |
| Time for another cat get his money. | |
| Ya' nah' mean? let' s just stroll alone. | |
| havin money, havin money | |
| Word life. havin money | |
| la the darkman | |
| Yo, yo, life is hard, so i dedicate to god | |
| Mad cats sell coke, tryin not to starve | |
| Young girls sell vagina from jersey to carolina | |
| Saw moms do it, she learned it as a minor | |
| In poverty, life expectancy is short | |
| Kids rob spots, push crack or play sports | |
| In projects, single parents homes and techs | |
| Islam, bassheads and welfare checks | |
| I' m tryin to eat, pushin widebodied whip through the streets | |
| My whole fleet is wolves disquised as sheep | |
| In society, the poor in america are miserable | |
| Untrained, starvin like the children in israel | |
| First jewel since men spoke hebrew | |
| Now niggaz drink brew, guzzle lucefer stew | |
| Young e, only eleven, got a threefiftyseven | |
| And said he sold drugs by day cuz havin cream was heaven | |
| chorus x2: dj rogers puff | |
| What young thugs do for money | |
| What young thugs do for money | |
| la the darkman | |
| Yo, niggaz keep eyein me, my life is like administer society | |
| I' m old dog, many fake thugs think of tryin me | |
| Sorry, i' m the lion in this concrete safari | |
| My niggaz been in and out of jail since atari | |
| The street life is the only life i know | |
| Puff trees, v12, my medallion glow | |
| And i' m always gotti, but cats don' t know me | |
| My peoples run the island on riker' s and the coney | |
| I keep the new fresh, planned clark' s like tony | |
| I' m married to my guns in holy matrimony | |
| With street raps, all the bullshit, you keep that | |
| Rhyme for my niggaz on the corner that keep gats | |
| Since school cats, niggaz incarcerated | |
| All praises due to allah cuz i made it | |
| chorus x2 | |
| la the darkman | |
| Yo, yo, yo, yo, as an adolestant, i grew up stressin | |
| With a lust for jewelry, clothes and metal weapons | |
| Based on the streets, life about cream and whip | |
| Cells with the chip, big guns and big clips | |
| A dime piece to strip and more bricks to flip | |
| Ghetto novel, my lex shines like the apollo | |
| La songs, philosphies is a street aristotel | |
| It' s policticians, catholics and christians | |
| Kids who don' t listen, on riker' s pissin | |
| Life, can' t play ceelo with two dice | |
| And you go through hell just to come out right | |
| Cuz we go through hell just to come out right | |
| chorus x4 | |
| outro: dj rogers puff | |
| Thugs that get that money get that money | |
| Don' t let money change you don' t let it change you | |
| no, no, no, no thugs that get that money ohhh | |
| Money, don' t let money change you don' t let it change you | |
| ohh, no, no, don' t let money change you | |
| i' m tellin you, don' t let it change you | |
| do you want the dollar? got to have the money | |
| uh, got to have the money | |
| ain' t worth the problem... |
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