Do Yo Thug Thang Lyrics
| Song | Do Yo Thug Thang |
| Artist | Yukmouth |
| Album | Thugged Out: The Albulation |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Beale, Cooper, Ellis ... | |
| Intro: [Makaveli speaking on the One Nation album] | |
| We got to get the | |
| Niggas that runnin' out of here | |
| So that's what we do | |
| Let the gone, now | |
| Now we got | |
| One Nation | |
| With Greg | |
| Nice, Buckshot, | |
| Smiff-N-Wesson | |
| Smiff-N-Wesson, | |
| Melle Mel, | |
| Scorpio, The | |
| Luniz, Snoop, | |
| Kurupt, Daz, | |
| Me, Scarface, | |
| Kokane, Bone | |
| Thugs, Spice 1 | |
| All of 'em on my shit | |
| One Nation | |
| And it's just to hit my nation | |
| All the real | |
| Niggas that | |
| I recognize in the game [Napolean] | |
| Outlaw With that mutherfucking | |
| Nigga Yukmouth | |
| Doin' that shit for | |
| Rap-A-Lot | |
| So grap your gat a lot, | |
| Nigga Young | |
| Niggas on the rise, motherfucker [Yukmouth] | |
| Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em | |
| Verse 1: Napolean | |
| Nigga this is war | |
| We get the shit together right now, | |
| Nigga After midnight, this full pound gon' make some sound, | |
| Nigga Kick in the door | |
| I throw your wife on the couch | |
| I put my dick in her mouth | |
| And put that shit in and out | |
| Outlaw no doubt | |
| Ha, what you don't talk some shit | |
| Ha, what make | |
| Napolean flip | |
| I blow your | |
| Backbone to your motherfuckin' lap hoes | |
| If you wig it, | |
| I'ma take it down | |
| Who do you, gotta stay low | |
| Ha, make a move, | |
| Nigga When your sure improved, | |
| Nigga Outlaw soldier | |
| Take it to school, | |
| Nigga We rule | |
| Nigga Have it | |
| Will rap about your gat or won't you grab it | |
| Feelin' hot like a weapon | |
| Gettin' 16 for my automatic | |
| Thugged out to the overdoses | |
| You Niggas got to sell 'em some shit | |
| You probably thought you could leave quick | |
| It ain't happenin' bitch | |
| It's hard to get mob on mine | |
| Outlawz my spine | |
| It ain't hard to find | |
| But get ya, and lay low | |
| And get ya pis by the dough | |
| I keep my shit on cock, cause | |
| Makaveli said so | |
| I keep my shit on cock, cause | |
| Makaveli said so | |
| Chorus: [All] | |
| If you, [E.D.I] | |
| Got to get your money on > | |
| From night till mo' | |
| You better [All] | |
| Then do yo thug thang | |
| If you, [Yukmouth] | |
| Buy Chronic by the zone | |
| Then get yo smoke on [All] | |
| Then do yo thug thang | |
| If you, [Young Noble] | |
| Resign the streets | |
| Because you love to bang [All] | |
| Then do yo thug thang | |
| If you, [Napolean] | |
| Don't give a fuck about life | |
| I lost my family twice | |
| So I'ma [All] | |
| Then do you thug thang | |
| Verse 2: E. | |
| D.I (Yukmouth) | |
| I been what is know as a bandit (Bandit) | |
| You better hand it over, if you wanna see your grandkids (Grandkids) | |
| I don't give a fuck (Fuck) | |
| Cause Makaveli planned it (Cause Makaveli planned it) | |
| But when it's said and done | |
| In the streets | |
| We can handle it | |
| Do yo thug thang, o really (Really) | |
| You don't wanna see me silly (Silly) | |
| With fully loaded 9 milli (9 Milli) | |
| When it get to spittin' | |
| You gon be sittin' me | |
| I'm makin' you ass history | |
| I'm the epidemy of everthing you fear (Fear) | |
| Crystal clear (Crystal clear) | |
| Pistol there (Pistol there) | |
| In the air | |
| I hit you there (There) | |
| Hit you there (There) | |
| Then I'm out of here (Here) | |
| With your | |
| Cartier (Cartier) | |
| And your hottie head (Hottie head) | |
| Between knees (Knees) | |
| I got on the clean knees (Knees) | |
| You ain't see no | |
| Thugs like these, with slugs like these | |
| We rush tightly | |
| All in together now | |
| Makin' it mo better now (Makin' it mo better now) | |
| Layin' competitors down | |
| Ahead of you now | |
| Superial style | |
| Grand imperial thug world | |
| I'm rougher for rhyme | |
| I had you wanted for mine | |
| While I'm gunnin' for mines (Mines) | |
| Thought it was gone, but still on | |
| We commin' to town (You rainin', clickin' Niggas, that will see us, man) | |
| You rainin', clickin' | |
| Niggas, that will see us, man | |
| But if you think, you can't do yo thug thang, | |
| Nigga (Do yo thug thang, Nigga) | |
| Interlude: [Yukmouth] < | |
| Tires slippin'> | |
| Fuck You Fuck the | |
| Outlawz Fuck the | |
| Régime <Machine guns firin'> | |
| NIGGA Verse 3: | |
| Young Noble | |
| If you ain't, lovin' this thug shit | |
| You must be a bitch | |
| Can't compete with the bricks | |
| All the drugdealers rich | |
| Or try to get in | |
| Try to hustle and pear | |
| Walkin' up and down block all day, 'till the rest of the fiends get here | |
| A bitch named | |
| Tarifa She owned 300 thugs | |
| On a Nigga to hold her beaver > | |
| From the blow | |
| I fronted | |
| And do yo thug thang | |
| Rappin (?) drugs slang (?) and have you losin' you brain | |
| Abusin' the game | |
| So now you're in danger | |
| Lyrically | |
| I ruin your name | |
| And keep one in the chamber | |
| Nasty new street slugger, catch you with a boxcutter | |
| Used to fight with my brother | |
| And run the spot with my mother | |
| You get after, ask her quick | |
| And shit blast the bitch | |
| Fuckin' around with this | |
| Outlaw shit [All] | |
| Get your thug on | |
| Niggas Ha, then do yo thug thing | |
| Chorus Verse 4: | |
| Yukmouth Niggas used to hit me up | |
| Till they see that fuckin' | |
| Régime Stick me up, up in the sky | |
| Firebreatin' dragon | |
| Niggas bout to die | |
| Niggas feel like | |
| Armageddon, when | |
| I be headin' | |
| And wait Niggas up at they own wedding | |
| With they own weapons | |
| Counterfessons | |
| Ghetto lesson number one: | |
| Never try to go to war without your gun | |
| Niggas get done | |
| Since I quit fuckin' with | |
| Num I did once like | |
| Big Pun Off the books, | |
| Have your body in a coffin up | |
| Nigga I'm off the hook | |
| Like a phoneless chuck | |
| That burned out | |
| Thugged out and turned out | |
| Set that motherfucking perm out your head | |
| Niggas dead, if you ain't | |
| Régime, or | |
| Outlaw Kiss the ring | |
| I do my thug thing without y'all | |
| Matter of fact | |
| I gives a fuck about y'all | |
| Put a Nigga up in a ho | |
| Just like a ground hole | |
| Thanks of the | |
| Hounddogg | |
| They finally found y'all | |
| Leavin' (?) on your face | |
| And about 12 motherfuckin' bodies, hangin' around y'all | |
| I do my thug thang | |
| Dopin' in and out of lanes | |
| And I must thank (?) | |
| Tats on my arm | |
| I better ring the fuckin' alarm | |
| Or be the first that get mashed on | |
| Nigga, do yo thug thang | |
| Chorus: x2 [Napolean] | |
| Uhhh <Gunshot> |
| zuo qu : Beale, Cooper, Ellis ... | |
| Intro: Makaveli speaking on the One Nation album | |
| We got to get the | |
| Niggas that runnin' out of here | |
| So that' s what we do | |
| Let the gone, now | |
| Now we got | |
| One Nation | |
| With Greg | |
| Nice, Buckshot, | |
| SmiffNWesson | |
| SmiffNWesson, | |
| Melle Mel, | |
| Scorpio, The | |
| Luniz, Snoop, | |
| Kurupt, Daz, | |
| Me, Scarface, | |
| Kokane, Bone | |
| Thugs, Spice 1 | |
| All of ' em on my shit | |
| One Nation | |
| And it' s just to hit my nation | |
| All the real | |
| Niggas that | |
| I recognize in the game Napolean | |
| Outlaw With that mutherfucking | |
| Nigga Yukmouth | |
| Doin' that shit for | |
| RapALot | |
| So grap your gat a lot, | |
| Nigga Young | |
| Niggas on the rise, motherfucker Yukmouth | |
| Get ' em, get ' em, get ' em | |
| Verse 1: Napolean | |
| Nigga this is war | |
| We get the shit together right now, | |
| Nigga After midnight, this full pound gon' make some sound, | |
| Nigga Kick in the door | |
| I throw your wife on the couch | |
| I put my dick in her mouth | |
| And put that shit in and out | |
| Outlaw no doubt | |
| Ha, what you don' t talk some shit | |
| Ha, what make | |
| Napolean flip | |
| I blow your | |
| Backbone to your motherfuckin' lap hoes | |
| If you wig it, | |
| I' ma take it down | |
| Who do you, gotta stay low | |
| Ha, make a move, | |
| Nigga When your sure improved, | |
| Nigga Outlaw soldier | |
| Take it to school, | |
| Nigga We rule | |
| Nigga Have it | |
| Will rap about your gat or won' t you grab it | |
| Feelin' hot like a weapon | |
| Gettin' 16 for my automatic | |
| Thugged out to the overdoses | |
| You Niggas got to sell ' em some shit | |
| You probably thought you could leave quick | |
| It ain' t happenin' bitch | |
| It' s hard to get mob on mine | |
| Outlawz my spine | |
| It ain' t hard to find | |
| But get ya, and lay low | |
| And get ya pis by the dough | |
| I keep my shit on cock, cause | |
| Makaveli said so | |
| I keep my shit on cock, cause | |
| Makaveli said so | |
| Chorus: All | |
| If you, E. D. I | |
| Got to get your money on | |
| From night till mo' | |
| You better All | |
| Then do yo thug thang | |
| If you, Yukmouth | |
| Buy Chronic by the zone | |
| Then get yo smoke on All | |
| Then do yo thug thang | |
| If you, Young Noble | |
| Resign the streets | |
| Because you love to bang All | |
| Then do yo thug thang | |
| If you, Napolean | |
| Don' t give a fuck about life | |
| I lost my family twice | |
| So I' ma All | |
| Then do you thug thang | |
| Verse 2: E. | |
| D. I Yukmouth | |
| I been what is know as a bandit Bandit | |
| You better hand it over, if you wanna see your grandkids Grandkids | |
| I don' t give a fuck Fuck | |
| Cause Makaveli planned it Cause Makaveli planned it | |
| But when it' s said and done | |
| In the streets | |
| We can handle it | |
| Do yo thug thang, o really Really | |
| You don' t wanna see me silly Silly | |
| With fully loaded 9 milli 9 Milli | |
| When it get to spittin' | |
| You gon be sittin' me | |
| I' m makin' you ass history | |
| I' m the epidemy of everthing you fear Fear | |
| Crystal clear Crystal clear | |
| Pistol there Pistol there | |
| In the air | |
| I hit you there There | |
| Hit you there There | |
| Then I' m out of here Here | |
| With your | |
| Cartier Cartier | |
| And your hottie head Hottie head | |
| Between knees Knees | |
| I got on the clean knees Knees | |
| You ain' t see no | |
| Thugs like these, with slugs like these | |
| We rush tightly | |
| All in together now | |
| Makin' it mo better now Makin' it mo better now | |
| Layin' competitors down | |
| Ahead of you now | |
| Superial style | |
| Grand imperial thug world | |
| I' m rougher for rhyme | |
| I had you wanted for mine | |
| While I' m gunnin' for mines Mines | |
| Thought it was gone, but still on | |
| We commin' to town You rainin', clickin' Niggas, that will see us, man | |
| You rainin', clickin' | |
| Niggas, that will see us, man | |
| But if you think, you can' t do yo thug thang, | |
| Nigga Do yo thug thang, Nigga | |
| Interlude: Yukmouth | |
| Tires slippin' | |
| Fuck You Fuck the | |
| Outlawz Fuck the | |
| Re gime Machine guns firin' | |
| NIGGA Verse 3: | |
| Young Noble | |
| If you ain' t, lovin' this thug shit | |
| You must be a bitch | |
| Can' t compete with the bricks | |
| All the drugdealers rich | |
| Or try to get in | |
| Try to hustle and pear | |
| Walkin' up and down block all day, ' till the rest of the fiends get here | |
| A bitch named | |
| Tarifa She owned 300 thugs | |
| On a Nigga to hold her beaver | |
| From the blow | |
| I fronted | |
| And do yo thug thang | |
| Rappin ? drugs slang ? and have you losin' you brain | |
| Abusin' the game | |
| So now you' re in danger | |
| Lyrically | |
| I ruin your name | |
| And keep one in the chamber | |
| Nasty new street slugger, catch you with a boxcutter | |
| Used to fight with my brother | |
| And run the spot with my mother | |
| You get after, ask her quick | |
| And shit blast the bitch | |
| Fuckin' around with this | |
| Outlaw shit All | |
| Get your thug on | |
| Niggas Ha, then do yo thug thing | |
| Chorus Verse 4: | |
| Yukmouth Niggas used to hit me up | |
| Till they see that fuckin' | |
| Re gime Stick me up, up in the sky | |
| Firebreatin' dragon | |
| Niggas bout to die | |
| Niggas feel like | |
| Armageddon, when | |
| I be headin' | |
| And wait Niggas up at they own wedding | |
| With they own weapons | |
| Counterfessons | |
| Ghetto lesson number one: | |
| Never try to go to war without your gun | |
| Niggas get done | |
| Since I quit fuckin' with | |
| Num I did once like | |
| Big Pun Off the books, | |
| Have your body in a coffin up | |
| Nigga I' m off the hook | |
| Like a phoneless chuck | |
| That burned out | |
| Thugged out and turned out | |
| Set that motherfucking perm out your head | |
| Niggas dead, if you ain' t | |
| Re gime, or | |
| Outlaw Kiss the ring | |
| I do my thug thing without y' all | |
| Matter of fact | |
| I gives a fuck about y' all | |
| Put a Nigga up in a ho | |
| Just like a ground hole | |
| Thanks of the | |
| Hounddogg | |
| They finally found y' all | |
| Leavin' ? on your face | |
| And about 12 motherfuckin' bodies, hangin' around y' all | |
| I do my thug thang | |
| Dopin' in and out of lanes | |
| And I must thank ? | |
| Tats on my arm | |
| I better ring the fuckin' alarm | |
| Or be the first that get mashed on | |
| Nigga, do yo thug thang | |
| Chorus: x2 Napolean | |
| Uhhh Gunshot |
| zuò qǔ : Beale, Cooper, Ellis ... | |
| Intro: Makaveli speaking on the One Nation album | |
| We got to get the | |
| Niggas that runnin' out of here | |
| So that' s what we do | |
| Let the gone, now | |
| Now we got | |
| One Nation | |
| With Greg | |
| Nice, Buckshot, | |
| SmiffNWesson | |
| SmiffNWesson, | |
| Melle Mel, | |
| Scorpio, The | |
| Luniz, Snoop, | |
| Kurupt, Daz, | |
| Me, Scarface, | |
| Kokane, Bone | |
| Thugs, Spice 1 | |
| All of ' em on my shit | |
| One Nation | |
| And it' s just to hit my nation | |
| All the real | |
| Niggas that | |
| I recognize in the game Napolean | |
| Outlaw With that mutherfucking | |
| Nigga Yukmouth | |
| Doin' that shit for | |
| RapALot | |
| So grap your gat a lot, | |
| Nigga Young | |
| Niggas on the rise, motherfucker Yukmouth | |
| Get ' em, get ' em, get ' em | |
| Verse 1: Napolean | |
| Nigga this is war | |
| We get the shit together right now, | |
| Nigga After midnight, this full pound gon' make some sound, | |
| Nigga Kick in the door | |
| I throw your wife on the couch | |
| I put my dick in her mouth | |
| And put that shit in and out | |
| Outlaw no doubt | |
| Ha, what you don' t talk some shit | |
| Ha, what make | |
| Napolean flip | |
| I blow your | |
| Backbone to your motherfuckin' lap hoes | |
| If you wig it, | |
| I' ma take it down | |
| Who do you, gotta stay low | |
| Ha, make a move, | |
| Nigga When your sure improved, | |
| Nigga Outlaw soldier | |
| Take it to school, | |
| Nigga We rule | |
| Nigga Have it | |
| Will rap about your gat or won' t you grab it | |
| Feelin' hot like a weapon | |
| Gettin' 16 for my automatic | |
| Thugged out to the overdoses | |
| You Niggas got to sell ' em some shit | |
| You probably thought you could leave quick | |
| It ain' t happenin' bitch | |
| It' s hard to get mob on mine | |
| Outlawz my spine | |
| It ain' t hard to find | |
| But get ya, and lay low | |
| And get ya pis by the dough | |
| I keep my shit on cock, cause | |
| Makaveli said so | |
| I keep my shit on cock, cause | |
| Makaveli said so | |
| Chorus: All | |
| If you, E. D. I | |
| Got to get your money on | |
| From night till mo' | |
| You better All | |
| Then do yo thug thang | |
| If you, Yukmouth | |
| Buy Chronic by the zone | |
| Then get yo smoke on All | |
| Then do yo thug thang | |
| If you, Young Noble | |
| Resign the streets | |
| Because you love to bang All | |
| Then do yo thug thang | |
| If you, Napolean | |
| Don' t give a fuck about life | |
| I lost my family twice | |
| So I' ma All | |
| Then do you thug thang | |
| Verse 2: E. | |
| D. I Yukmouth | |
| I been what is know as a bandit Bandit | |
| You better hand it over, if you wanna see your grandkids Grandkids | |
| I don' t give a fuck Fuck | |
| Cause Makaveli planned it Cause Makaveli planned it | |
| But when it' s said and done | |
| In the streets | |
| We can handle it | |
| Do yo thug thang, o really Really | |
| You don' t wanna see me silly Silly | |
| With fully loaded 9 milli 9 Milli | |
| When it get to spittin' | |
| You gon be sittin' me | |
| I' m makin' you ass history | |
| I' m the epidemy of everthing you fear Fear | |
| Crystal clear Crystal clear | |
| Pistol there Pistol there | |
| In the air | |
| I hit you there There | |
| Hit you there There | |
| Then I' m out of here Here | |
| With your | |
| Cartier Cartier | |
| And your hottie head Hottie head | |
| Between knees Knees | |
| I got on the clean knees Knees | |
| You ain' t see no | |
| Thugs like these, with slugs like these | |
| We rush tightly | |
| All in together now | |
| Makin' it mo better now Makin' it mo better now | |
| Layin' competitors down | |
| Ahead of you now | |
| Superial style | |
| Grand imperial thug world | |
| I' m rougher for rhyme | |
| I had you wanted for mine | |
| While I' m gunnin' for mines Mines | |
| Thought it was gone, but still on | |
| We commin' to town You rainin', clickin' Niggas, that will see us, man | |
| You rainin', clickin' | |
| Niggas, that will see us, man | |
| But if you think, you can' t do yo thug thang, | |
| Nigga Do yo thug thang, Nigga | |
| Interlude: Yukmouth | |
| Tires slippin' | |
| Fuck You Fuck the | |
| Outlawz Fuck the | |
| Ré gime Machine guns firin' | |
| NIGGA Verse 3: | |
| Young Noble | |
| If you ain' t, lovin' this thug shit | |
| You must be a bitch | |
| Can' t compete with the bricks | |
| All the drugdealers rich | |
| Or try to get in | |
| Try to hustle and pear | |
| Walkin' up and down block all day, ' till the rest of the fiends get here | |
| A bitch named | |
| Tarifa She owned 300 thugs | |
| On a Nigga to hold her beaver | |
| From the blow | |
| I fronted | |
| And do yo thug thang | |
| Rappin ? drugs slang ? and have you losin' you brain | |
| Abusin' the game | |
| So now you' re in danger | |
| Lyrically | |
| I ruin your name | |
| And keep one in the chamber | |
| Nasty new street slugger, catch you with a boxcutter | |
| Used to fight with my brother | |
| And run the spot with my mother | |
| You get after, ask her quick | |
| And shit blast the bitch | |
| Fuckin' around with this | |
| Outlaw shit All | |
| Get your thug on | |
| Niggas Ha, then do yo thug thing | |
| Chorus Verse 4: | |
| Yukmouth Niggas used to hit me up | |
| Till they see that fuckin' | |
| Ré gime Stick me up, up in the sky | |
| Firebreatin' dragon | |
| Niggas bout to die | |
| Niggas feel like | |
| Armageddon, when | |
| I be headin' | |
| And wait Niggas up at they own wedding | |
| With they own weapons | |
| Counterfessons | |
| Ghetto lesson number one: | |
| Never try to go to war without your gun | |
| Niggas get done | |
| Since I quit fuckin' with | |
| Num I did once like | |
| Big Pun Off the books, | |
| Have your body in a coffin up | |
| Nigga I' m off the hook | |
| Like a phoneless chuck | |
| That burned out | |
| Thugged out and turned out | |
| Set that motherfucking perm out your head | |
| Niggas dead, if you ain' t | |
| Ré gime, or | |
| Outlaw Kiss the ring | |
| I do my thug thing without y' all | |
| Matter of fact | |
| I gives a fuck about y' all | |
| Put a Nigga up in a ho | |
| Just like a ground hole | |
| Thanks of the | |
| Hounddogg | |
| They finally found y' all | |
| Leavin' ? on your face | |
| And about 12 motherfuckin' bodies, hangin' around y' all | |
| I do my thug thang | |
| Dopin' in and out of lanes | |
| And I must thank ? | |
| Tats on my arm | |
| I better ring the fuckin' alarm | |
| Or be the first that get mashed on | |
| Nigga, do yo thug thang | |
| Chorus: x2 Napolean | |
| Uhhh Gunshot |
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