Thug It Up

[Bun B]

Well I'ma saucy ass super throwed

Southern style gumbo

Pimp, I eat jumbo

Shrimp, make a dumb ho

Limp, cause her back broke up

Your back in the track, that poke up

Pay for the sack, the bag smoked up

Now that's gangsta, live in effect

Crystal clear, gots to keep your pistol here

(Why?) Cause Texas don't play

Don't smile, don't joke

We stay for a lick, act frog and get croaked

With a buck, blast, buck, blast your toothless

And then they say, damn they ruthless

Northside, Southside, we don't care

We don't say no to money

Too busy sayin, "YEAAA!"

Lift candy to schools, weddings, malls

Million dollar concerts, and ho's in the walls

All haters better peep like Tom

Cause my clique, my city, shit even my baby momma

[Chorus]

We gonna thug it up

Everyday of the month, anything I swang

Got to have bang in the trunk

We gonna thug it up

Til I'm dead in gone, everythang I drive

Got to be sitting on chrome

We gonna thug it up

Like a underground king, drop screens

Byzletine, and my crease styled jeans

We gonna thug it up

[E.S.G.]

Man thug it up, thug it up, wha? wha?

Man I'ma thug it up

Escalade, dub it up

B.G. gettin' paid

Big mouth, thug it up

Might as well, shut it up

Get outta line, slug it up

Codine in the cup

Diamonds bling, priceless cuts

What's up this year?

They say the rap game changed

No more rappin bout cars, and iced out chains

Boys must be insane

Real hustlers go on and get it

How the hell you gonna live it?

Money shorter then a midget

Better get some more digits

To talk about this

No more cousin, R Kelly, see walking to this

East coast to West, Mid-West to Tex

Independent, Grammy-Nominated, Now what's next?

Dirty south, give respect

We started them slangs

Screaming "Parkin-lot Niggas"

Sippin' Syrup with Bang

Big flames, stained panes

We ain't new to this game

R.I.P. Dj Screw

This for the thug in you man!

[Chorus]

We gonna thug it up

Everyday of the month, anythang I swang

Got to have bang in the trunk

We gonna thug it up

Til I'm dead in gone, everythang I drive

Got to be sitting on chrome

We gonna thug it up

Like a underground king, drop screens

Byzletine, and my crease styled jeans

We gonna thug it up

[Slim Thug]

Slim Thug gonna thug it up, I'ma, I'ma, I'ma

I'ma thug it up

With E.S.G. and Bun B

Sippin on some Dun-P

In a stretch RV

Come see, the three

Best that never rest

Thugged out ??

With white tee's on my chest

"O yes!" Slim Thug change the code in the club

Cause when I pull up on dubbs

I get nothing but love

I hit the bar

Make the whole crowd think I'ma star

Cause I blow mo' on doe

Then you blow on your car

By far, fo sho' I'm the opposite of Po

The most ghetto boy ya know

In a six double O

I move slow, and sit low

On a 84 elbow

Spit flow, on the floor

Trunk open and close

We some Texas boys

With candy Lexus toys

Drive wreckless outta bars

When we come out hard

Give us our card

Hater's ya mouth, plug it up

Cause me, E.S.G, and Bun B gonna thug it up

[Chorus]

We gonna thug it up

Everyday of the month, anythang I swang

Got to have bang in the trunk

We gonna thug it up

Til I'm dead in gone, everythang I drive

Got to be sitting on chrome

We gonna thug it up

Like a underground king, drop screens

Byzletine, and my crease styled jeans

We gonna thug it up, thug it up

We gonna thug it up, thug it up

Thug it up