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[Intro: Layzie] Yeah (yeah) Sit back and let this thug shit clog up yo' mind (hey) Mind (hey) mind (hey, hey, hey, hey, hey) Sit back and let this thug shit clog up yo' mind [Thin C:] Touchdown in the endzone, kicked it like a field goal Get the extra points, tell me what's the real score? Tell me who's the real hoe? Baby it's official I'll referee (brrrrrr) bitch blow the whistle [Layzie Bone:] Tell her to blow it, ain't no stoppin man, get this motherfucker poppin man Treat it like a prostitute and I'm in the game, this strong arm robbery man Touchdown in the endzone mean money man, better get some Field goal, now my friends on, countin Benjamins in the real zone What's the real score? Bitches is wantin to constantly stay on the dick What we here fo'? To get mo', that's why we be mobbin so thick Quick to scream out Thug Nation, put the screen on the hation Ain't no time gon' be wastin, y'all been patiently waitin We have them T-shirt and panty parties, bitches be doin us favors Wanna thank ya for the flavor, you know I'm never gon' savor What you gave up, was precious doll, you the shiznit, you put it down I love it when you get wild, I love you screamin "Touchdown" Songtexte[Chorus: Thin C (Dre Ghost)] Put your hands in the air (bitch go ahead and show me somethin!) Put my nuts on your chin (bitch go ahead and show me somethin!) Now do it again and again bitch (bitch go ahead and give me somethin!) (Won't you show me somethin, go ahead and show me somethin!) What your momma name is? (Bitch go ahead and show me somethin!) Did she really have kids? (Bitch go ahead and show me somethin!) And who the fuck your next of kin? (Bitch go ahead and show me somethin!) (Won't you show me somethin, go ahead and show me somethin!) [Layzie Bone:] Don't break down it ain't over, over Don't leave now, it ain't over, feel the party gettin started girl You flawless should be against the law, got a nigga wantin to break you off Come here girl, take that off, that body right there was made to floss Made for me, give Thin a piece, give Dre a shot, he rock the cock L.D.T. make panties drop, oh you one of them kind that like to block? Oh you like to watch? Get you some popcorn, and watch the movie Kick up your toes, I suppose, you gon' be comin up out of your clothes And there you go, nobody knows, behind closed do's Freaks exposed, ladies and hoes, wanna do me right after the show Hey, ain't nothin wrong, with a little bit of bumpin and grindin Tell me yo' age, show me yo' license, we ain't goin out like Tyson Better try again, we dig you too, but the main thang is cooperatin Cause that-a way you would get some play, and it just might make yo' day Cause the official don't blow the whistle, when you steppin out of bounds In yo' city or in yo' town, this how it's goin down [Thin C:] Touchdown in the endzone, kicked it like a field goal Get the extra points, tell me what's the real score? Tell me who's the real hoe? Baby it's official I'll referee (brrrrrr) bitch blow the whistle Ay, ay, ay... ay, ay... Ay, ay, ay... ay, ay... [Chorus] [Layzie Bone:] Grannys, aunts, sisters, nieces We don't give a fuck, we love dime pieces Got me a condom, let me release this Let me see them Victoria Secrets Fuck the drama, you can keep it Slide down the pole Laffy Taffy's and Tootsie Rolls Fuck that, show me the pussy hole I'm to the point, such a thug And should I say, they show me love Went to the room, straight from the club All y'all broads can leave with us You a good sport, and we with that Charity baby, give back Shower me baby, dig that? Let me hit that, let me hit that Aus Songtexte Mania