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lirik lagu caz - u a thug?

[layzie bone]
a to z
steve lo, ball around the motherf-ckin’ globe
n-gga and you know how we do this here
n-gga we do that there
pull up a chair, b-tch

[layzie bone] 2x
livin’ legends in your presence
learn the lessings we stressin’
it’s all platinum
we make it hot, hot, hot

[caz]
you can call me, too sweet
knock a n-gga on his back
penetentary six, i’m swingin’ on the track
call me bruno the barge
i’m livin’ much too large
muscle hard, disregard before i pull your card
known to hauck hard, when i entered the spot
pull some cott but funk twelve on the dot
you think i’m not, here’s the plot
hair layed, game played
back late at the snootie fox hittin’ some bray
ain’t no reason to hate
n-gga i ain’t chosin’ my fate
i’m a pretty motherf-cker
like a f-ggott wanna go straight
so wait, and let these pretty n-ggas speak
if you continue to doubt
i’ll pull your b-tch before next week
n-gga, layzie, caz, and ice
make ya gonna return like old spice
n-gga high, yella’s back in
well even’ mack-10 can join the club
even though he bangin’ blood
this a pretty n-gga clique
pock a stick and we dip

[chorus – layzie bone]
oh you a thug, you a thug, you a thug, n-gga what
so bust ya gun n-gga, if you a thug, n-gga what
what the f-ck, what the f-ck, what the f-ck, n-gga what
so throw it up n-gga, cuz you know we gettin’ crunk
throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, n-gga what
don’t press ya luck n-gga, cuz you know we throw this up
n-gga what, n-gga what, n-gga what, n-gga what
so bust ya gun n-gga, if you a thug, n-gga what

[layzie bone]
my n-gga caz gave me the gat, and you can believe i’ma blast
n-gga i’ma smash and get this cash, makin’ you n-ggas think fast
n-gga at last, it’s real sh-t, the type of sh-t we bring your way
caz, layzie, and ice-t and n-gga we got them throw aways
go away haters, and the fake then had they time
n-gga gone breakthrough with this rhyme
n-gga i’ll break you with this nine
n-gga it’s all about perfect timin’, feel me
or ’til the lord call me home
and n-gga you bet we still be, hustlin’ tryin to get that dolla
holla, holla
swervin’ in impalas, and n-gga we stay and heat ’em up
beat ’em up caz, put your hands on these fools
take these fake -ss n-ggas to school
show these fake -ss n-ggas the rules
now you’s f-ck ’em, f-ck ’em, buck ’em all (all, all, all)
and n-gga we see your -ss at the mall
and n-gga we still ballin’
callin’ these b-tches, like “hey ho, what up b-tch” (sup be-atch)
and they can’t stand me
but quick to give me the patties, guess the public demand me
understand we lookin’ good n-gga, and we dressed to impress
puttin’ it down for the north, south, to the east, to the west

[chorus]

[ice-t]
who is the, gangsta rap inventor?
slam like the lakers at the staples center
big pimp representer
half you motherf-ckers mentha
knocked ya main b-tch and bent her
left her with a baby in her
i’m mainly known for endless funds, blastin’ guns
boostin’ b-tches, cars with switches
known to rep the hardest city out on the west
known to break a b-tch in an hour or less
the indoor gun buster, the crowd mover
quick to bring the gravity to ya, with the 9 roover
reach out and touch ya with the chrome duster
the pearl clutcher
i started this sh-t and this the thanks i get
you fake k!lla n-ggas get no dap, play the back
don’t o.g. me when you see, no eye contact
cuz you could find yourself layin’ on your back
lookin’ up at a blurry paramedic, ice says

[layzie bone]
throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, n-gga what
(livin’ legends in your presence
learn the lessings we stressin’
it’s all…)
n-gga what, n-gga what, n-gga what, n-gga what
(livin’ legends in your presence
learn the lessings we stressin’
it’s all…)

[chorus]

[layzie bone] 3x
livin’ legends in your presence
learn the lessings we stressin’
it’s all platinum
we make it hot, hot, hot

[layzie bone talking]
m-f-s, k
how we do this there, we get that k
that’s right n-gga (that’s right)
layzie bone (layzie bone)
ice-t (ice-t)
pretty boys up in here
with more toys than y’all, we hittin’ switches, c-ckin’ glocks
and lettin’ all y’all b-tches know it don’t stop
yea, yea, yea it’s all plat….
we told you how them yellow n-ggas was makin’ a comeback

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