We Thuggin - Fat Joe ft R. Kelly (full lyrics) Ooh, mmm Yeah, uh, uh Fat Joe and the R That shit y\u0027all Breakin\u0027 shit down Shake that, funky, funky, funky Yeah Sticky, icky, icky, yeah uh I got that shit y\u0027all I got that shit y\u0027all Uh yo yo Crack man and I\u0027m at it again Niggas had they run, now it\u0027s 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\u0027s gone Big Pun then we party like we just came home Fuck a bitch if she act to grown I don\u0027t need that shit, I got my wife at home Uh words slurrin\u0027, dirty urine Drunk off of Henny and the \u0027jo keep burnin\u0027 Dancin\u0027 with shorty and her friend keep flirtin\u0027 I don\u0027t always crush two but tonight seems certain\u0027 Party hard like \u0022Fuck all y\u0027all\u0022 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\u0027s is ours Yeah, we thuggin\u0027, rollin\u0027 on dubs and Off up in the club, wylin\u0027 like what Got Cris\u0027 on pop, Henry wit no chaser, mami don\u0027t stop Throwin\u0027 up six o\u0027clock, plus I got four hunnies in the drop And my man Joe\u0027s got the keys to the spot And it\u0027s full of hunnies, panties with no tops We take a puff of \u0027dro be-atch Yeah uh, yeah yeah yo Everybody wanna know where the crib\u0027s at Niggas just now gettin ice, so we get that Mami starin\u0027 at me like she wanna get kidnapped Money lookin\u0027 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\u0027 brains in the water on Memorial Day Uh, grand-mami ya\u0027ll cool and shit It\u0027s ya birthday, show me what I\u0027m foolin\u0027 with Like no doubt, pokin\u0027 doll out, pull ya G-string down south Oww pass that, give shorty a shot True enough we gon\u0027 see if she naughty or not I\u0027m on E feelin\u0027 ready and hot I give \u0027em twenty a pop You wanna roll leave the panties atop Yeah, we thuggin\u0027, rollin\u0027 on dubs and Off up in the club, wylin\u0027 like what Got Cris\u0027 on pop, Henry wit no chaser, mami don\u0027t stop Throwin\u0027 up six o\u0027clock, plus I got four hunnies in the drop And my man Joe\u0027s got the keys to the spot And it\u0027s full of hunnies, panties with no tops We take a puff of \u0027dro 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\u0027 they own thing But none of these kids stack chips like us Some of these cats is doin\u0027 they own thing But none of these cats run tricks like us Yeah, we thuggin\u0027, rollin\u0027 on dubs and Off up in the club, wylin\u0027 like what Got Cris\u0027 on pop, Henry wit no chaser, mami don\u0027t stop Throwin\u0027 up six o\u0027clock, plus I got four hunnies in the drop And my man Joe\u0027s got the keys to the spot And it\u0027s full of hunnies, panties with no tops We take a puff of \u0027dro be-atch Yeah uh You know what this is Chi-town, BX What the fuck what? Out