paroles de chanson Thug World - Spice 1 & Kurupt
[Verse
1:
Spice
1]
I'm
platinum
while
I'm
gattin,
now
that
finger's
shining
It's
nothin
to
a
boss
to
bust
wit
cut
diamonds
I'ma
dig
it,
ya
fiend
for
the
verbals,
I
came
to
spit
it
Big
boss
like
a
500
Benz
to
a
honda
civic
Comin
wit
it,
hit
it,
as
soon
as
I
finished,
they
say
he
shitted
Lit
it
up
and
kept
the
slug
from
the
jumps,
fuck
a
critic
Y'all
opinion
is
like
a
asshole,
I
stick
my
uzi
in
it
Windows
tinted,
Took
a
stop
at
the
corner
for
some
business
I'ma
take
7 suckas,
Put
'em
in
a
line
And
add
7 more
suckas,
Who
think
they
can
time
I'ma
take
7 more,
Before
I
go
for
mine
Now
that's
21
suckas
slumped
at
the
same
time
Ain't
no
haters
in
here
and
it's
leather
wood
on
the
steering
We
ain't
trippin,
Stash
spot
heat
in
the
ceiling
1,
2,
3,
4 TV's
and
23's
You
can
barely
see
the
tides,
It's
the
chrome
when
it
gleams
In
my
thug
world
[Chorus]
You
can
get
it,
you
can
kick
it,
in
my
thug
world
Hustlin
and
ballin
till
the
sun
go
down,
thug
world
You
can
get
it,
you
can
kick
it,
in
my
thug
world
Ballin
and
hustlin
till
the
sun
go
down,
thug
world
[Verse
2:
Kurupt]
Skis,
Spread
out
in
the
glass
house
Skate
through
the
streets
like
ice
Skates
in
the
68,
Town
rob
skate
Rob
skate,
Bounce
break,
Bounce
make
the
earth
quake
I'ma
show
you
niggaz
bout
a
real
g,
Nigga
Most
g
niggaz,
It's
still
me,
Nigga
Bitches
all
around
this
motherfucker
Don't
make
me
have
to
clown
this
motherfucker
You
betta
sit
down
in
this
motherfucker
Cause
this
is
my
thug
world,
Gangsta
paradise
I'm
all
hood,
Nigga,
I'm
all
ice
No
matter
what
you
said,
I
done
said
it
twice
No
matter
what
you
said,
I
done
said
it
twice
Cooked
on
like
rice,
Surround
like
vice
Kurupt
motherfucker,
And
the
bitch
is
a
broad
Even
dick
psychic
bitches
like
deon
ward
Thug
world
[Chorus]
[Verse
3:
Spice
1]
I
keep
3 bitches
wit
me:
Ross,
Crystal,
And
Mary
jane
Mary
jane,
Mary
jane,
You
know
you're
my
everything
Smoke
a
pound
back
to
back
to
back
like
the
lakers
It's
nothin
like
a
motherfuckin
old
school
player
Like
the
NFL,
But
I
don't
rush
the
quarterback
I'll
rush
the
whole
thing
back
and
i'll
pick
up
another
slack
Mo
chips
than
mandalay,
Rippin
representin
the
bay
But
baby
keep
givin
me
the
eye
like
everyday
Eyes
like
brown
and
skin
tone
coffee
I'm
sippin
hennessy,
Gettin
drunker
than
nick
nolte
Straight
so-soldiers,
Drunk
not
sober
Sh-shoot
you
in
ya
chest,
Let
ya
wind
free
like
oprah
Green
ones
break
down,
We
ain't
fuckin
wit
charlie
brown
We
ain't
rappin
for
peanuts,
We
want
the
meal
tickets
now
Narcoleptic,
Sleepin
disorder,
Retrospective
Some
niggaz
try
to
ball
in
the
game
and
got
intercepted
We
do
it
from
dusk
till
dawn
like
tarantino
Hustlin
till
the
sun
wake
up,
The
bambino
In
my
thug
world
[Chorus]
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