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Alright, new drink One part Alize one part CristalThugs Passion babyY'all know what time it isThis drink is guaranteed To get the pussy wet and the dick hardNow if ya with mePour a glass and drink with a nigga Know what I mean?I ain't trying to turn you all niggas into alcoholicsAlcoholics (ha ha)I'm just trying to turn you into muthafuckin thugsSo come and get some of this thug passion BabyI could pull out the drinkAnd be good 'till it's relevant butI'm a straight solider, I'll roll up a niggaLike its seven centTripping over dead presidentsThey got us starin'I throw it down this with businessThey clown and try to get us SongtexteAnd it's so evidentStand forever and be thinkingDrinking over a felony And hell of me and how it will be some other shitPeople telling me to cool out But they ain't filling meA mutha fucking food boundMy fuckin cheddar cheeseAnd a please passion of mineThuggin huggin plenty of G's And laughing while I pass through timeAnd all these back stabbers be watchinJust keep it plainI'm a keep it the same partnerJust take it the simple gameI can pinkle with the rain twinklingDiamonds and thangs go plinklinEnough to hold until I'm old and wrinklinAnd These adversariesThey gonna have to be worrying'Cause I'm a be illing Fulfillin my PassionTill I'm burryin'My Thug Passion[Chorus]I heard it's the bombAnd you got it going onGive me some of your Thug Passion BabyYou got me dripping wetFrom the way you make me sweatGive me some of your Thug Passion BabyOh wow wowNow what if meTurn this HenesseyInto a robberyThe Prophecy probably suddenly Switch and How it supposed to be?And Dirty money be evilCan't be evil 'cause it's filling up my tummy seeBorn in a positionDeath collisionWas futuristicTwisting richesBut there is only one way to make mo'So I'm standing on the corner Trying to hustle in the snowAnd my bigger broCouldn't knowBut buy a four four Blasting at playa hating Runnin' mo'With a Thug PassionPutting down mashin'Control by this Thug's PassionUnlike them other bustas pistol blastin'I'm asking, What Happened?To the niggas who kept them bailLike they claim toThat's when I bang doSee thing trueTraveling this road my whole soulBeen consolidatedWith all this bullshit I done toleratedHow I made itCan easily statedLike my heart be gripped with the PassionMust be the fucking greatestLoad up and take shitMake this to some high dollar gangster shitJake a stack till we got enough bank to splitCreep with meWith that immortal flowThug Passion got you tremblin'Like death on the rowMake your moveSo I can throw your mind a curveWhile I'll be blowin up tha sceneLike my nigga Mr. HerbTake a tokeAs your heart goes full arrestI got the bombSo nigga, fuck the restYa need a 3rd to get ya flowin'And let that loc see smokeFeelin' the strokes of the lines squeeze tight and slow[Chorus]They say money don't make tha manBut damn I'm makin' moneyObservin' you muthafuckersCause some of you bitchesSay you want itBut you bullshitin'Lickin' them lipsYou got me about to act a fool quickSippin' on some Alize and CristalMeanwhileBuy me a drinkAnd get to winking at meShe smilesOur niggas full of passionSatisfaction is everlastin'Now there's a fear?What I'm askin'While I'm rubbin' on that assWhy you laughin'?See, I'm diggin' as if I'm curiousFull blown and furiousBaby get a gripWhen I be doin' thisIt's so physicalMy attractionDriven by alcohol Beware of my reactionBaby I'm goin' to warThugged out on Death RowYou better recognizeAnd picture what I said soNow you can feel itIt's a potion for my niggas in motionForever blastin'Bitches ain't ready for this Thug Passion[Chorus: x4]
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"Thug Passion" as written by Donna T. Hunter, Jewell Caples, Tupac Shakur, Katari Cox, Malcolm (pka E.d.i. Mean) Greenridge, Mutah Beale, Johnny Jackson, Roger Troutman, Larry Troutman, Shirley J. Murdock
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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