Ha, ha, ha, ha
Uh, uh, uh, yeah, uh
For my dirty, dirty
D.C. what?
Uh, yeah, uh, T.S.
Remix y'all
Remix y'all
Remix y'all
The remix y'all

Crack is back again
Had to rip this track again
And when it's packed like The Garden
You know it's the Squadron
The God, Fat Joe
And that *****, Remy Martin
We thuggin'
You know the rest

Got the tank top on that show the vest
I know some chickens that be strippin' and they show they ******s
And they all think Joe the best
Well it's on if they got no regrets
Bring them hoes to the low crib by the lake on the coldest sect
I got chicks butt-naked feelin' no redress
Okay, I'm on my way with a load of cess
But, I got four *****s in my truck

And if you bring 'em to my crib
They gettin' ***ked up
I'ma sneak 'em in the back as soon as y'all drunk
We take a puff of dro' and be like

Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on dubs, and
Off up in the club, wildin' like what
Got Cris' on pop, Henny wit' no chaser, and mami don't stop
Throw it up, six o'clock, 'cause I got four honeys in the drop
And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot
And it's full of honeys, ******* with no tops
We take a puff of dro' and be like

Ay, yo, twin ho days and we makin' it hot
Numero uno on your billboard spot
Since the days of flow Joe, we be makin' it hot
Before Superthug, *****s sold crack on the block
You see, uh
We thuggin', rollin' on dubs, and

*****s say they still in them bricks, but they wasn't
Me and Big Pun ran trains on mad cousins
Mami took an E and a half and three wasn't
And *****, yeah, I'ma stay right here
It's thugged-out Miller-tainment, and it's somethin' to fear
And I ain't got time for diss records
Catch me in the streets
And I'ma leave your mutha***kin' ***** naked

FJ 560, the five ride with me
I got some mamis in the club wanna slide with me
Ho's at, I drunk 'nough y'all yay
Me and my Joe, Hennessey doubles and lattes

Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on dubs, and
Off up in the club, wildin' like what
Got Cris' on pop, Henny wit' no chaser, and mami don't stop
Throw it up, six o'clock, 'cause I got four honeys in the drop
And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot
And it's full of honeys, ******* with no tops
We take a puff of dro' and be like

In 2001, we move fast
I had to ***k a couple fat *****es all in they ***
Yes, I get busy and know and I do all I can
Had to meet up with them Terror Squad *****s, my man
Yeah, I see a couple of *****s that look real bugged
In the corner frontin' like a bunch of real, live thugs
Frontin', stackin' my ones and I'm countin' these figgas
Got a cooler ***** that's mo' thug than some of these *****s

***kin' me now, suckin' my *** late
Straight drinkin' the Henny, sippin' with no chaser
When my *****es be thuggin' *****s that catch vapors
Lovin' how my *****es be givin' me paper
One by one, watchin' y'all *****s drop off
You wack *****s will feel when you hear my gun pop off
Get my rocks off, that's when I'm quick to knock your block off
And hold a gat when I'm ***kin' and never take my socks off

Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on dubs, and
Off up in the club, wildin' like what
Got Cris' on pop, Henny wit' no chaser, and mami don't stop
Throw it up, six o'clock, 'cause I got four honeys in the drop
And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot
And it's full of honeys, ******* with no tops
We take a puff of dro' and be like