Thuggin' - Freddie Gibbs, Madlib

«Somebody warn the west, nigga ain’t runnin»

«Somebody wa- nigga ain’t runnin no more»

«The Legend of Nigga in color, rated PG»

«Parental Guidance suggested»

Uh… yeah.

Fa sho'

Niggaz be comin at me like,

«Yo, yo Fred man… You a real nigga, dawg»

Real nigga (Real nigga)

I be like (from front to the back), «Respect man»

(Respect) These fake niggaz done lowered the bar, ynahmsayin?

Niggaz be like «Fred, you ain’t never lied»

Fuck the rap shit my gangsta is solidified

Still do my bih’ness on the side

Bitch if you police-ses, then pay me no nevermind

I was thuggin -- Black and red laces in my number 3s'

Take a pull up off the wood and let that motherfucker breathe

Sit outside a busta crib and let that motherfucker leave

Walk his ass back in and put him on his motherfuckin knees

Thuggin -- Never takin no for an answer

Might just take a loss but bitch I’d rather take my chances

This liquor got me lurkin where you livin in the night time

59Fifty to the left but I’m in my right mind

Thuggin -- Pants gon' be saggin 'til I’m forty

Still lyrically sharper than these (ShawtBusShawtys)

Them phonies ain’t gon' throw me in this minstrel show

These labels see how far up in they mouth my dick could go

So gon' and, choke on this meat and throw my song on repeat

Might move away one day but I’m always gon' belong to the streets

I’m straight thuggin

And it feels so good, uh and it feels so right

Yeah, and it feels so good uh, and it feels so right

Cause motherfucker I’m thuggin

Sellin you the science of the street rap

Every motherfuckin show I do is off the meat rack

I done been in jail and did my best not to repeat that

I’m tryna feed my family, give a fuck about yo' feedback

Critically acclaimed, but that shit don’t mean a thang

When you rockin mics and still in microwaves cookin 'caine

Never trickin on a dame, I’m too cold for you broke hoes

Don’t let the knob hitcha booty when the door close, BITCH!

She let me hit it cause I’m thuggin

Squares need not apply, I’m so fly I might fuck her cousin

Swiftly 'bout to stick a sweet dick in ya sweetheart

Then get some groceries off, might geek a EBT card

Why the Feds worried 'bout me clockin on this corner

when there’s politicians out here gettin popped in Arizona

Bitch, I’m thuggin'

Yo, yo, we’re not against rap, but we’re against those thugs

Can’t be legit when every nigga in ya clique sold drugs

Predicate felons in my faculty, real killers can vouch for me

Teach a kid at the crib or your children might cop an ounce from me

And smoke out in the Chevy with us, cause in the past

My low-class black ass would serve my own fuckin family members

I hate to say it, ain’t no need to be discreet

If she don’t cop from me, she get it from a nigga up the street

Cause he thuggin -- And yo she’d probably suck his dick for it

She turned out so it ain’t shit to turn a trick for it (Nasty bitch)

My uncle last bitch, put him on the glass dick

Tried to rob a man to feed his habit, he got blasted

I live on borrowed time, my expiration date I past it

So lock me up forever, but this shit is everlasting

I’m thuggin

Bitch!