Thuggin It Up Lyrics
| Song | Thuggin It Up |
| Artist | MC Eiht |
| Album | Death Threatz |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Tyler | |
| Geah | |
| Geah | |
| C'mon geah (right) | |
| C'mon | |
| I comes from the depths of hell | |
| Where - killin' niggas roam | |
| Illegal mobile phones, 4-5's and 9's: that's chrome | |
| Abbreviated sets is where they macks | |
| Crack sales in stacks | |
| Government pay no taxes | |
| If one times roll through they get hit up | |
| No bullet proof vest protects that chest | |
| Blood gets spit up (geah) | |
| You can't believe it like aids with eazy | |
| Fools be droppin when i be | |
| Poppin 'em straight lookin' breezy (geah) | |
| Damn why the **** do they live like that? | |
| How come | |
| Every lil' park boy carry a gat? (i don't know) | |
| Pull car jacks and drive-by's on innocent by (i don't know) standers | |
| Intimidate niggas who can't stand us (geah) | |
| So baby don't be caught nappin' | |
| In clubs, we scrappin on blocks | |
| We cappin on niggas, we straight snappin' (that's right) | |
| The way you livin' ain't worth a **** (geah) | |
| We straight thuggin' it up c'mon (geah) | |
| Somebody say | |
| Geah | |
| Somebody say | |
| Geah (that's right) | |
| Somebody say | |
| We straight thuggin' it up | |
| C'mon nigga | |
| I walks around with the glocks all day | |
| Puttin in work that compton way (compton) | |
| Back pocket of the khakis where the rag sticks out | |
| One time comin fast(geah) | |
| I hear the cluck shout, but uh... | |
| It's too late, i done stuffed the rocks up in my ass | |
| But i dash like the flash quick fast to get my cash | |
| Cause ain't no future in this frontin | |
| Corners i bend to get more ends (geah) | |
| On fools i'm dumpin' | |
| And to my homies i got clout | |
| Baby black's got stack and my mom's trying to figure me out | |
| Where the **** you get that chain around your neck son? | |
| Where the **** you get your hands on that damn gun? (geah) | |
| I said momma please | |
| Cause i got dreams of slangin' ki's, rollin' on d's | |
| Bear wit' me cause this live is ****ed (geah) | |
| Streiht thuggin' it up, c'mon geah | |
| Somebody say | |
| Geah | |
| Somebody say | |
| Geah (that's right) | |
| Somebody say | |
| We straight thuggin' it up | |
| Geah | |
| Compton | |
| Yeah | |
| West side (geah) | |
| Somebody say | |
| We straight thuggin' it up | |
| Shit ain't worked out to good | |
| Cause jealous ass fellows got my name floatin' all through the hood | |
| So now i rolls with the 9 | |
| Watch my back for the pack and even one time | |
| Mom's on nervous status | |
| Put her on tha midnight train like gladys | |
| I see some headlights late night in the mirror | |
| I make 2 turns, they make 2 turns now it's time to burn | |
| I hits the pedal then i jet | |
| Duckin' while they buckin', i'm buckin' back cause i ain't dead yet | |
| I caught 2 slugs from his chrome (damn) | |
| But he caught 2 slugs in his dome (pop pop) | |
| Now it's time to take me home | |
| And i'm lyin on my back (geah) | |
| Spittin up blood, and i'm thinkin' to my mutha****in self | |
| No more livin' in this life that's ****ed (geah) | |
| Die thuggin' it up, c'mon geah | |
| Somebody say | |
| Geah | |
| Somebody say | |
| Geah (that's right) | |
| Somebody say | |
| We straight thuggin' it up | |
| C'mon | |
| Compton | |
| Somebody say | |
| West side! | |
| Somebody say | |
| Geah | |
| We straight thuggin' it up | |
| C'mon | |
| Straight thuggin' it up | |
| C'mon geah | |
| Straight thuggin' it up | |
| C'mon sing | |
| My homie short | |
| Casual | |
| Tight loc | |
| Rest in peace |
| zuo ci : Tyler | |
| Geah | |
| Geah | |
| C' mon geah right | |
| C' mon | |
| I comes from the depths of hell | |
| Where killin' niggas roam | |
| Illegal mobile phones, 45' s and 9' s: that' s chrome | |
| Abbreviated sets is where they macks | |
| Crack sales in stacks | |
| Government pay no taxes | |
| If one times roll through they get hit up | |
| No bullet proof vest protects that chest | |
| Blood gets spit up geah | |
| You can' t believe it like aids with eazy | |
| Fools be droppin when i be | |
| Poppin ' em straight lookin' breezy geah | |
| Damn why the do they live like that? | |
| How come | |
| Every lil' park boy carry a gat? i don' t know | |
| Pull car jacks and driveby' s on innocent by i don' t know standers | |
| Intimidate niggas who can' t stand us geah | |
| So baby don' t be caught nappin' | |
| In clubs, we scrappin on blocks | |
| We cappin on niggas, we straight snappin' that' s right | |
| The way you livin' ain' t worth a geah | |
| We straight thuggin' it up c' mon geah | |
| Somebody say | |
| Geah | |
| Somebody say | |
| Geah that' s right | |
| Somebody say | |
| We straight thuggin' it up | |
| C' mon nigga | |
| I walks around with the glocks all day | |
| Puttin in work that compton way compton | |
| Back pocket of the khakis where the rag sticks out | |
| One time comin fast geah | |
| I hear the cluck shout, but uh... | |
| It' s too late, i done stuffed the rocks up in my ass | |
| But i dash like the flash quick fast to get my cash | |
| Cause ain' t no future in this frontin | |
| Corners i bend to get more ends geah | |
| On fools i' m dumpin' | |
| And to my homies i got clout | |
| Baby black' s got stack and my mom' s trying to figure me out | |
| Where the you get that chain around your neck son? | |
| Where the you get your hands on that damn gun? geah | |
| I said momma please | |
| Cause i got dreams of slangin' ki' s, rollin' on d' s | |
| Bear wit' me cause this live is ed geah | |
| Streiht thuggin' it up, c' mon geah | |
| Somebody say | |
| Geah | |
| Somebody say | |
| Geah that' s right | |
| Somebody say | |
| We straight thuggin' it up | |
| Geah | |
| Compton | |
| Yeah | |
| West side geah | |
| Somebody say | |
| We straight thuggin' it up | |
| Shit ain' t worked out to good | |
| Cause jealous ass fellows got my name floatin' all through the hood | |
| So now i rolls with the 9 | |
| Watch my back for the pack and even one time | |
| Mom' s on nervous status | |
| Put her on tha midnight train like gladys | |
| I see some headlights late night in the mirror | |
| I make 2 turns, they make 2 turns now it' s time to burn | |
| I hits the pedal then i jet | |
| Duckin' while they buckin', i' m buckin' back cause i ain' t dead yet | |
| I caught 2 slugs from his chrome damn | |
| But he caught 2 slugs in his dome pop pop | |
| Now it' s time to take me home | |
| And i' m lyin on my back geah | |
| Spittin up blood, and i' m thinkin' to my mutha in self | |
| No more livin' in this life that' s ed geah | |
| Die thuggin' it up, c' mon geah | |
| Somebody say | |
| Geah | |
| Somebody say | |
| Geah that' s right | |
| Somebody say | |
| We straight thuggin' it up | |
| C' mon | |
| Compton | |
| Somebody say | |
| West side! | |
| Somebody say | |
| Geah | |
| We straight thuggin' it up | |
| C' mon | |
| Straight thuggin' it up | |
| C' mon geah | |
| Straight thuggin' it up | |
| C' mon sing | |
| My homie short | |
| Casual | |
| Tight loc | |
| Rest in peace |
| zuò cí : Tyler | |
| Geah | |
| Geah | |
| C' mon geah right | |
| C' mon | |
| I comes from the depths of hell | |
| Where killin' niggas roam | |
| Illegal mobile phones, 45' s and 9' s: that' s chrome | |
| Abbreviated sets is where they macks | |
| Crack sales in stacks | |
| Government pay no taxes | |
| If one times roll through they get hit up | |
| No bullet proof vest protects that chest | |
| Blood gets spit up geah | |
| You can' t believe it like aids with eazy | |
| Fools be droppin when i be | |
| Poppin ' em straight lookin' breezy geah | |
| Damn why the do they live like that? | |
| How come | |
| Every lil' park boy carry a gat? i don' t know | |
| Pull car jacks and driveby' s on innocent by i don' t know standers | |
| Intimidate niggas who can' t stand us geah | |
| So baby don' t be caught nappin' | |
| In clubs, we scrappin on blocks | |
| We cappin on niggas, we straight snappin' that' s right | |
| The way you livin' ain' t worth a geah | |
| We straight thuggin' it up c' mon geah | |
| Somebody say | |
| Geah | |
| Somebody say | |
| Geah that' s right | |
| Somebody say | |
| We straight thuggin' it up | |
| C' mon nigga | |
| I walks around with the glocks all day | |
| Puttin in work that compton way compton | |
| Back pocket of the khakis where the rag sticks out | |
| One time comin fast geah | |
| I hear the cluck shout, but uh... | |
| It' s too late, i done stuffed the rocks up in my ass | |
| But i dash like the flash quick fast to get my cash | |
| Cause ain' t no future in this frontin | |
| Corners i bend to get more ends geah | |
| On fools i' m dumpin' | |
| And to my homies i got clout | |
| Baby black' s got stack and my mom' s trying to figure me out | |
| Where the you get that chain around your neck son? | |
| Where the you get your hands on that damn gun? geah | |
| I said momma please | |
| Cause i got dreams of slangin' ki' s, rollin' on d' s | |
| Bear wit' me cause this live is ed geah | |
| Streiht thuggin' it up, c' mon geah | |
| Somebody say | |
| Geah | |
| Somebody say | |
| Geah that' s right | |
| Somebody say | |
| We straight thuggin' it up | |
| Geah | |
| Compton | |
| Yeah | |
| West side geah | |
| Somebody say | |
| We straight thuggin' it up | |
| Shit ain' t worked out to good | |
| Cause jealous ass fellows got my name floatin' all through the hood | |
| So now i rolls with the 9 | |
| Watch my back for the pack and even one time | |
| Mom' s on nervous status | |
| Put her on tha midnight train like gladys | |
| I see some headlights late night in the mirror | |
| I make 2 turns, they make 2 turns now it' s time to burn | |
| I hits the pedal then i jet | |
| Duckin' while they buckin', i' m buckin' back cause i ain' t dead yet | |
| I caught 2 slugs from his chrome damn | |
| But he caught 2 slugs in his dome pop pop | |
| Now it' s time to take me home | |
| And i' m lyin on my back geah | |
| Spittin up blood, and i' m thinkin' to my mutha in self | |
| No more livin' in this life that' s ed geah | |
| Die thuggin' it up, c' mon geah | |
| Somebody say | |
| Geah | |
| Somebody say | |
| Geah that' s right | |
| Somebody say | |
| We straight thuggin' it up | |
| C' mon | |
| Compton | |
| Somebody say | |
| West side! | |
| Somebody say | |
| Geah | |
| We straight thuggin' it up | |
| C' mon | |
| Straight thuggin' it up | |
| C' mon geah | |
| Straight thuggin' it up | |
| C' mon sing | |
| My homie short | |
| Casual | |
| Tight loc | |
| Rest in peace |
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