We Thuggin (remix) Lyrics - Jealous Ones Still Envy - Fat Joe

"We Thuggin (Remix)" 

(feat. Busta Rhymes, Noreaga, Remy Martin) 

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 (ooo-oooh) 

Had to rip this track again (ooo-oooh) 

And when it's packed like The Garden 

You know it's the Squadron 

The god, Fat Joe 

And that bitch, 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 breasts 

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 niggas in my truck 

And if you bring 'em to my crib, they gettin' fucked up 

I'ma sneak 'em in the back as soon as y'all drunk 

We take a puff of dro and be like (oo-oo-oooh) 

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 hon-eys in 

the drop 

And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot 

And it's full of honeys, panties with no tops 

We take a puff of dro and be like (oo-oo-oooh) 

Ay, yo, twin ho days and we makin' it hot (say what?) 

Numero uno on your billboard spot (what, nigga?) 

Since the days of flow Joe, we be makin' it hot 

Before Superthug, niggas sold crack on the block 

You see, uh 

We thuggin', rollin' on dubs, and 

Niggas 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 nigga, yeah, I'ma stay right here (ain't goin' 

nowhere) 

It's thugged-out Miller-tainment, and it's somethin' to 

fear 

And I ain't got time for diss records (no time for that) 

Catch me in the streets, and I'ma leave your 

muthafuckin' bitch naked 

FJ 560, the five ride with me (we got honeys, y'all) 

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 (hey!) 

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 hon-eys in 

the drop 

And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot 

And it's full of honeys, panties with no tops 

We take a puff of dro and be like (oo-oo-oooh) 

In 2001, we move fast 

I had to fuck a couple fat bitches all in they ass 

Yes, I get busy and know and I do all I can (can) 

Had to meet up with them Terror Squad niggas, my 

man (man) 

Yeah, I see a couple of niggas 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 bitch that's mo' thug than some of these 

niggas 

Fuckin' me now, suckin' my ass late 

Straight drinkin' the Henny, sippin' with no chaser 

When my bitches be thuggin' niggas that catch vapors 

Lovin' how my bitches be givin' me paper 

One by one, watchin' y'all niggas drop off 

You wack niggas 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 fuckin' 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 hon-eys in 

the drop 

And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot 

And it's full of honeys, panties with no tops 

We take a puff of dro and be like (oo-oo-oooh) 

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