I Need A Thug Lyrics - Singles - Mercedes

O'Dell: 

Girl you know you need a thug 

Girl you know you need a thug 

Girl you know you need a thug 

Verse 1: (Popeye) 

Forget your feelings inside but all they do is over reaching my tone 

Underhanding me so poor when I speach in the phone 

Featured alone, to make it my business I caught your vision 

Shinin while you were dining with homie and his religon 

He isn't who you though he was, from second hand to man, caught a buzz 

He don't deserve to ride with shorty cause 

Every individual thug caught in a drought 

Nervous but yet about you, put your heart in my lap 

Start to adapt, but more that we touched you chose the right way 

Killers that rome the streets and don't give a fuck what your knife say 

We might break, don't handle we follow within the moon 

Resting beside the gun for the sun that's coming soon 

Chorus: Mercedes/(O'Dell) 

You can't give a little 

(Girl you know you need a thug 

You know you need a thug) 

You can't give a little not just a little 

(Girl you know you need a thug 

You know you need a thug) 

You can't give a little 

(Girl you know you need a thug) 

You can' give a little not just a little 

And assume that I'm a give you what you need 

Verse 2: (Mercedes) 

You got my head down and I still thinking I can't see 

This things not 69, it's 68 owe, one you and me 

Lately you ain't been tryin to keep up with my love 

If you can't deal with the give and take then baby let me be 

I need a thug with a gangstas touch 

Lets take a chance on raw romance 

Baby blow my mind, I need you to speed it up 

Don't slow down baby, lose this lady 

Keep up with my stuff 

Chorus: (Mercedes/(O'Dell) 

You can't give a little 

(Girl you know you need a thug 

You know you need a thug) 

You can't give a little not just a little 

(Girl you know you need a thug 

You know you need a thug) 

You can't give a little 

(Girl you know you need a thug) 

You can' give a little not just a little 

Mercedes/(O'Dell) 

You can't give a little 

(Girl you know you need a thug 

You know you need a thug) 

You can't give a little not just a little 

(Girl you know you need a thug 

You know you need a thug) 

You can't give a little, not just a little 

And assume that I will give into this love 

Master P talking: 

What's up with them thuggettes out there? 

I need a thug, ya heard me? 

Ha, Mercedes, thugged out. 

See what I mean bout being a thug? 

Nigga ain't trying to hear all that hootin and hollerin. 

Fussin and fightin. 

Be bout your paper. 

Be down for your nigga. 

Y'all niggas be down for your bitch. 

Nigga, that's some thug shit. 

What's up to all my motherfucking thugs out there? 

My nigga Popeye laying it down. 

With Miss Mercedes, O'Dell. 

Thug nigga 'Los on the beat. 

You know I'm thugged out, MP. 

Ha ha. 

Nigga we thugs till eternity over here at No Limit. (Ugh!) 

And all yall real thug bitches. (Where they at?) 

Ain't nothin but thug love. (Where them thug niggas at?) 

Y'all know what I mean. 

What's up, let's roll on these bitches (Hoody hooo.) 

Get your money. 

Ha ha. (Fuckin paper.) 

Thug niggas and bitches. (Get 'em up.) 

Floss your motherfucking ice. (Get 'em up.) 

Raise your Rollies. (Put 'em up in the air.) 

Cause it ain't No motherfucking Limit. (Hum bro.) 

R&B mixed with motherfucking rap. 

Now that's thug shit, ha ha. 

I told ya nigga, it ain't over.