We Thuggin
R Kelly ft Fat Joe Lyrics
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Yeah, uh, uh
Fat Joe and the are
That shit y'all
Breakin' shit down
Shake that, funky, funky, funky
Yeah
Sticky, icky, icky, yeah uh
I got that shit y'all
Uh yo yo
Crack man and I'm at it again
Niggas had they run, now it's time for change
When we step in the club, nigga tuck ya chain
Got the mink on same color the Range
Uh, pour liquor for my nigga that's gone
Big Pun! Then we party like we just came home
Fuck a bitch if she act to grown
I don't need that shit, I got my wife at home
Uh words slurrin', dirty urine
Drunk off of Henry and the 'jo keep burnin'
Dancin with shorty and her friend keep flirtin'
I don't always crush two but tonight seems certain'
Party hard like "Fuck all y'all!"
Bottles in the air like we stuck up the bar
Terror Squad man you know who we are
Cruise through ya block and them drop-top Bentley's is ours
Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on dubs and
Off up in the club, whylin' like what
Got Cris' on pop, Henry wit no chaser, mami don't stop
Throwin' up six o'clock, plus I got four hun-nies in the drop
And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot
And it's full with hunnies, panties with no tops
We take a puff of 'dro be-atch
Yeah uh, yeah yeah yo
Everybody wanna know where the crib's at
Niggas just now gettin ice, so we get that
Mami starin' at me like she wanna get kidnapped
Money lookin' happy with his wife but we triz that
Along with Lisa, Aisha, Shonda, Renee
Even ran through the dorms down in Morgan State
In Miami, pool-party off the chain
Gettin' brains in the water on Memorial Day
Uh, grand-mami ya'll cool and shit
It's ya birthday, show me what I'm foolin' with
Like no doubt, pokin' doll out, pull ya G-string down south
Oww! Pass that, give shorty a shot
True enough we gon' see if she naughty or not
I'm on E feelin' ready and hot
I give 'em twenty a pop
You wanna roll leave the panties atop
Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on dubs and
Off up in the club, whylin' like what
Got Cris' on pop, Henry wit no chaser, mami don't stop
Throwin' up six o'clock, plus I got four hun-nies in the drop
And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot
And it's full with hunnies, panties with no tops
We take a puff of 'dro be-atch
Fat Joe, R. Kelly we pop up
Yeah, Terror Squad, Rockland what the fuck what
Fat Joe, R. Kelly we pop up
Uh, uh, Rockland, Terror Squad what the fuck what
Some of these kids is doin' they own thing
But none of these kids stack chips like us
Some of these cats is doin' they own thing
But none of these cats run tricks like us
Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on dubs and
Off up in the club, whylin' like what
Got Cris' on pop, Henry wit no chaser, mami don't stop
Throwin' up six o'clock, plus I got four hun-nies in the drop
And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot
And it's full with hunnies, panties with no tops
We take a puff of 'dro be-atch
Yeah uh
You know what this is
Chi-town, BX
What the fuck what?
Out
In "We Thuggin," R Kelly and Fat Joe team up to create a lively and upbeat song that celebrates the good life that they are living. The lyrics are about partying, having fun, and enjoying success. The chorus talks about rolling on dubs and getting wild in the clubs, while the verses describe living the high life and attracting beautiful women. Fat Joe raps about his success and the respect he commands, while R Kelly adds his trademark smooth R&B vocals to the chorus.
The verse begins with a shoutout to Big Pun, a deceased rapper and friend of Fat Joe. He then goes on to describe his lifestyle, partying hard and not caring what anyone thinks of him. He talks about getting drunk off of Hennessy and smoking weed while dancing with women at the club. He also boasts about his success with women, rapping about hooking up with multiple women at once.
The chorus repeats several times, celebrating the lavish lifestyle that Fat Joe and R Kelly are living. It talks about drinking Cristal, driving luxury cars, and attracting beautiful women. The bridge talks about how they are better than other rappers and that nobody can stack chips or run tricks like they can.
Overall, "We Thuggin" is a fun and energetic song about living the high life and enjoying success.
Line by Line Meaning
Crack man and I'm at it again
I'm a drug dealer and I'm back in the game
Niggas had they run, now it's time for change
Other drug dealers had their turn, now it's my time to take over
When we step in the club, nigga tuck ya chain
When we enter the club, put away your expensive jewelry for safety
Got the mink on same color the Range
I'm wearing a mink coat that matches the color of my luxury car
Uh, pour liquor for my nigga that's gone
I'm pouring a drink in memory of my deceased friend
Big Pun! Then we party like we just came home
We're celebrating the life of Big Pun, who passed away, as if he just returned home
Fuck a bitch if she act to grown
I don't have time for women who act too mature for their age
I don't need that shit, I got my wife at home
I don't need any more women in my life because I have a wife waiting for me at home
Uh words slurrin', dirty urine
I'm slurring my words while I have drugs in my system
Drunk off of Henry and the 'jo keep burnin'
I'm intoxicated from a particular alcohol called Henry and smoking marijuana
Dancin with shorty and her friend keep flirtin'
I'm dancing with a girl and her friend is showing interest in me
I don't always crush two but tonight seems certain'
I don't always have sex with two girls at once, but tonight it seems likely
Party hard like "Fuck all y'all!"
We're partying intensely and not caring about anyone else
Bottles in the air like we stuck up the bar
We're holding bottles in the air as if we're robbing the bar
Terror Squad man you know who we are
We're the members of the Terror Squad and everyone knows us
Cruise through ya block and them drop-top Bentley's is ours
We're cruising through your neighborhood in our drop-top Bentley luxury cars
Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on dubs and
We're living as gangsters, driving in cars with oversized wheels
Off up in the club, whylin' like what
We're in the club behaving wildly and without inhibition
Got Cris' on pop, Henry wit no chaser, mami don't stop
We have Cristal champagne and Hennessy with no mixer, and women should keep partying with us
Throwin' up six o'clock, plus I got four hun-nies in the drop
We're throwing gang signs and I have four attractive girls with me in the convertible car
And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot
My friend Joe has access to a club or party location
And it's full with hunnies, panties with no tops
The party location is crowded with women who are not wearing tops
We take a puff of 'dro be-atch
We're smoking marijuana
Everybody wanna know where the crib's at
Everyone is curious where we live
Niggas just now gettin ice, so we get that
Other drug dealers are just now becoming wealthy, but we already have money
Mami starin' at me like she wanna get kidnapped
A woman is looking at me with intense attraction
Money lookin' happy with his wife but we triz that
A wealthy man is happy with his wife, but we can persuade him to cheat on her
Along with Lisa, Aisha, Shonda, Renee
We've been involved with several different women in the past
Even ran through the dorms down in Morgan State
We even had sex with women in a college dormitory
In Miami, pool-party off the chain
We have wild and crazy pool-parties in Miami
Gettin' brains in the water on Memorial Day
Having oral sex in the pool during Memorial Day weekend
Grand-mami ya'll cool and shit
Older women are attractive to us
It's ya birthday, show me what I'm foolin' with
It's your birthday, let me see your body and decide if we'll have sex
Like no doubt, pokin' doll out, pull ya G-string down south
Without hesitation, I'll show my erect penis and ask a woman to remove her G-string
Pass that, give shorty a shot
Share the marijuana and offer a drink to a woman
True enough we gon' see if she naughty or not
We'll determine if the woman is willing to engage in sexual activity
I'm on E feelin' ready and hot
I'm very high on drugs and ready for sex
I give 'em twenty a pop
Prostitutes charge me $20 for sexual services
You wanna roll leave the panties atop
If you want to have sex, leave your underwear on top of my car
Some of these kids is doin' they own thing
Many young people are pursuing their own goals and interests
But none of these kids stack chips like us
No other young person has as much money as we do
Some of these cats is doin' they own thing
Many people are doing their own thing
But none of these cats run tricks like us
No one else can manipulate and deceive people like we can
Chi-town, BX
Chicago and the Bronx, locations where we've lived or operated in
Out
Closing statement or end of lyrics
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: RONALD BOWSER, JOSEPH ANTHONY CARTAGENA, ROBERT S KELLY
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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Me😅
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"I don't need that shit, I got my wife at home" is a criminally underappreciated line.
@alikbey
R.Kelly was going so crazy on this😂
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