Why We Thugs (Remix) Lyrics

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Selected song name: Why We Thugs (Remix)
Singer Name: Eazy-E
Lyrics written by: Eazy-E

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Yeah, let's take a trip
Just sit back and light a spliff with this and don't slip
On a funky-dope track jump back
Strapped with a fat buddah sack and a 7-8 'Lac
Go clean, gangsta lean, I got green
But I serve dubs like it ain't no thing
It's so sweet, when you got money to spend
I got a proper big tilt and a fabec Benz
I make ends, spend my dough on no ho
That's how it is, and that's how it goes
Act like ya know when I creep real slow
Givin love to them playaz that I know is real G's


Mobbin' like a motherf**ker stuck
Can you put your middle finger out the window gettin' f**ked off - liquor
Get loaded can't control it
N***a pa** me the blunt and let me roll it
You get the bones act to the whole stack
Keep your dough fat


Or you might get what we call the rat pack
I gives a damn bout a skanless trick
Let me hit it one time and trick that sick
I don't trip, gives my dough to no ho
That's how it is, I got no love for ya

And jealous muthaf**kas can't see
That it's the fame that caught these stupid b*t*hes, pa** the pu**y free
So tell me why u sweatin' a muthaf**ka like me?
A young n***a tryin' to a hustle up some G's
You pu**y a** playa hatin' hoes speakin' down on n***as
Jumpin' around at the shows
And your the first muthaf**ka to jump
To the trunk when it's time for fun
Little trick a** punk


Dump dump on fools with a quickness
And they got no cure for this sickness
I get paid for the way that I kick this
Like a g-ster, an OG-ster
A real playa named Eazy
And I live my life straight crazy
Don't need no punk fools payin' me
And broke groupies and hootchies don't faze me
I take two steps back and release myself
To put platinum and gold on the record shelf
I don't brag, but I do it like a straight up iz
Before you do a record, partner, handle your business


And tell me what does it take to be a G?
I started with a quarter ounce and bounced to a key
You gotta watch your back stay strapped, be alert
Started as a young muthaf**ka doin' dirt
And now I'm in the rap game like the crack game
I got enemies
Can't pretend to see my friends are not my enemies
And even thug muthaf**kas wanna have fun
Stuck it, buckin' my muthaf**kin' magnum
What does it take to be a G?
Silence is a must, violence is a plus
Plus, shots at my adversaries
Dem n***as scary best it's time to be buried
Cause ill be buckin' in a f**kin' hurry

They give us guns and drugs
Then wonder why you don't f**k with thugs
You wanna count the slugs
Then come around here and f**k wit us
They give us guns and drugs
Then wonder why you don't f**k with thugs
You wanna count the slugs
Then come around here and f**k with us
I'm from the land of the gang bang
Since I was little, ain't a god damn thang changed
It's the same ol' same
Bush run sh*t like Saddam Hussein
I c*ck and aim, clinically insane
To deal with this bullsh*t day to day
If I sell some yay or smoke some hay
You b*t*hes wanna throw me up in pelican's bay
Call me an animal up in the system
But who's the animal that built this prison
Who's the animal that invented lower living
The projects, thank god for Russell Simmons
Thank god for Sugarhill
I'm putting a different kind of steel up to my grill
Y'all know what it is, scared for your own kids
How these ghetto n***as taken over showbiz

Every hood's the same, every hood's the same
Every hood's the same, every hood's the same
Every hood's the same, every hood's the same
Stop trippin' on me
Every hood's the same, every hood's the same
Every hood's the same, every hood's the same
Every hood's the same, every hood's the same