Lyrics Thugs About - Trick Daddy , Dirtbag
[Intro:
Cool
& Dre]
Good
god,
a
ha
ha
Yo
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
friend
I
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′
bout
Ohhh
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
cheddar
And
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
Prada
For
my
wife
son
or
daughter,
yeah
(wife,
son,
or
daughter)
They
gon
talk
about
us,
you
should
expect
that
Look
at
them
bitches,
they
broke,
they
can't
afford
this
They
still
livin′
with
they
momma
and
they
wonder
why
niggaz
fuck
em'
And
won′t
do
nothin'
for
'em
Pump
ya
brakes
lil′
mama,
some
are
down
to
bitch
Stay
out
my
face
if
you
ain′t
got
shit
good
to
say
And
my
wife
don't
like
ya
(don′t
like
ya)
Matter
of
fact
when
she
see
ya,
she
might
wanna
fight
ya
Ho,
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
Bitch
you
got
real
issues
(real
issues)
and
I'm
a
real
nigga
Deal
wit'
′em
and
I
wanna
chill
witcha
[Chorus
(w/
adlibs
from
Dirtbag)]
[Verse
2:
Dirtbag]
Now
you
ain′t
neva
had
a
stunna
You
ain't
neva
had
a
gunna
You
ain′t
neva
had
a
dirty
ass
gangsta
motherfucker
Now
you
glad
you
did
First
you
was
scared
Poppin
champagne
bottles,
go
on
take
a
swig
You
see
this
life
I
live
is
for
the
real
and
not
the
fake
So
when
we
walk
the
streets
girl
I'll
make
ya
feel
safe
(huh)
I
know
you
lovin
how
I′m
thuggin
all
dayyy
Your
momma
hate
me
but
she
thank
me
when
the
rent
payyyed
Say
my
name
and
watch
how
ya
friends
act
I
got
a
brother
and
a
cousin
they
can
get
at
First
you
was
shuddered
wit
niggaz
that
get
in
trouble
Then
I
got
you
in
the
cover
no
other
did
it
so
betta
Tropical
colors
on
ya
dresses
impresses
me
I
ain't
worryin′
about
yo
'exes'
come
flex
with
me
YEEE!
Girl
what′s
gooood
You
lookin′
for
love
and
now
you
found
it
in
the
hooood
[Chorus
(w/
adlibs
from
Trick
Daddy)]
[Verse
3:
Trick
Daddy]
You
see
the
problem
is
You
accept
too
many
promises
(too
many
promises)
And
you
subject
yourself,
where
you
can't
help
yourself
But
I′m
here
to
help
(I'm
here
to
help),
so
tell
the
busta
to
step
And
baby
have
no
fear
cuz
"Thug
Life"
is
here
And
I
got
a
remedy
for
you
to
get
replenished
in
But
hot
showers,
clean
towels,
and
a
double
hennessey
And
I
hope
you
got
plenty
energy
Cuz′
when
K-9
these
felines,
shit
gets
finicky
(whoa,
haha)
Anyways,
I
got
plenty
ways,
to
make
ya
stay
But
Im'a
keep
it
straight,
it′s
better
that
way
I'm
better
gettin'
wetter
that
way
And
I′m
bigger
than
ya
last,
and
we
gon′
need
"Magnum"
In
fact
I'm
ready
right
now
(right
now)
We
can
get
butt
naked
and
I′ll
hit
it
right
now
(right
now)
But
we
homies,
so
let's
stay
homies
(stay
homie)
Conversation
only
Okay
homie
(okay
homie)
[Chorus
(x2)]
1 Fuckin' Around (intro)
2 Fuckin' Around
3 Let's Go
4 Sugar (Gimme Some)
5 Menage a Trois
6 J.O.D.D.
7 4 Eva
8 I Cry
9 Thugs About
10 Ain't a Thug
11 Down Wit Da South
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