Текст, перевод и аккорды “Thugged Out”
- Yo! lets do this! Uh! Uh-oh, uh-oh! Ha! Uh-oh, uh-oh! Ha! Uh-oh, uh-oh! Uh-oh, uh-oh! Regime nigga! Throw up yo hands if you thugged out The regime up in this bitch! Throw up yo hands if you thugged out First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out. Throw up yo hands if you thugged out First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out. Verse 1 *(yukmouth)* I do this for the Real killas, and drug dealers Affiliated wit mobb niggas, and blood spillas Put a slug through you tough niggas 1-800-thugs-r-us No dragon tattoo on you, nigga No love from us In thugs we trust Niggas get rushed like hot whitend snuff Up yo nose I fuck up yo flows Leave my competition ass froze We tag on they toes Im as cold as pocinos Enemies get tied to a pole, blind fold then I unload. Verse 2 *(tech n9ne of the regime)* Thugged out My choppers oblivion Speakin the opposite of carribean in tropolis Poppin my z-z in True clocker from welfare recipiants Type of a crispy An anamalisitc tupac-er My race caristian Jedi rhyme The way I spits ahead of my time Give me a billboard, an you bet I climb You mutha fuckas I love rukus Thug, makin you hug crutches Stayin away from you nothin but bum bustas The empire is back an we bugged out Phats, keke, maxx, poppa l.q., gonzoe an my nigga yukmouth These bitches beggin me to come to menage A trios But muslims hear us say, "hum to allah" They fly, thats on the crew nigga You cannot block the regime from makin knots, no matter what you do Nigga Ya black an blue nigga Undercovers like malik yoba Lyrically ninas usin a force like yoda! Verse 3 *(madd maxx of the regime)* Nigga this madd maxx You cross the regime, you get yo life took We get it fuck the good book True thug niggas that turned to real crooks Robbin the microphone, you get yo brain shook I told ya we takin over soldier A sober niggas rollin rovers Me, ke, gonz, yuk, tech 9, an phats on ya All ready wit the caulked gage, buggin out oklahoma Fuck a corona We drinkin 8-balls until we fall out If you got a problem wit the regime, your souls called out We all out for war These niggas dont want no more Im takin over like michael jordan An Im the first to score So fuck you fake ass niggas who be plannin a plot I take yo block over Wit the nitroglycerian rock They got us fucked up. Verse 4 *(phats bossalini of the regime)* They got us fucked up Ive been tough Since a young buck Nothin to prove Lots of pain plus some war cuts It aint shit, but a thang to me Dangerously I play the man you claim to be Niggas strike back Gun fight, we had to hype back This is the phats see dream like a fat kat They wanna funk, we get dressed in black Caulk the strap Screamin regime til they bust back Its mobb-symboly, I die you remember me Tatted wit dragons in a custom coffin bently Simply Im down to blast so dont tempt me Im hella drunk, an hella blown off the geniti Fuck wit me See these killas in mine Buildin this shrine To feed these fuckin children of mine Uh Look in my eyes As I bleed the regime nigga (regime nigga, regime nigga) Havin a pile of money machine. Verse 5 *(poppa l.q. of the regime)* No Ive never been to the pen But I did a county bid An I aint dumb enough to speak on the dirt Ive did Guess somebody caught the killer before the police did Find him in the car leakin from dope over split wigs Deadly lyrics to spit Makin sure the killas feelin my shit Explicit lyrics an adult content Shot callas representin at all the major events And gang bangin got the streets juss way too tense I learned to deal wit it Im in the fields, windows tinted on my wheel wit the steel in it We keep puffin an rollin real wit it That jury linin, showcasin our diamonds to benifits Of a long time grindin, enjoyin the fruits of our labor And rented suits from my tailors Some young playas, strivin for greater You know its all bad Lets make it all good Pushin the cavvy to touch the navvi wit the leather an wood Its regime nigga! Verse 6 *(yukmouth)* The hardest nigga from the "o" My flow is certified theme music for organized crime Niggas that burglurised banks, and murdered guys for they pies Reach for the sky Techniques like robert deniro in "heat" Karl kanis No disguise, in the middle of the street Buckin at police Fuck police Got a range rove jeep Wit 12 open faced gold teeth A rolex piece Cuban links, crops, an bracelets But that aint shit, to leave a nigga naked, duct taped wit they bitch In the basement Where the safe is? Big faces Cops raided, but ended up gettin they fuckin squad car grenaded You
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