My Hoodlums And My Thugz Lyrics

My Hoodlums And My Thugz

featuring Mack 10 W.C.

Intro: E 40

I pledge allegiance to the
ghetto uh
I pledge allegiance to the game uh
I pledge allegiance to the
money and the cars
and the pussy and the bitches and the fame
uh
*repeat*

(BEEYATCH!!!!)

Chorus:

To all my to all my
hoodlums and my thugz with their mugs on
up in the ghetto and the hood with
the platex rubber gloves on
In the kitchen cookin chicken, diamonds, hop and
gab
Droppin off packages and grindin outta taxicabs
Throw it up, throw it
up, throw it up ugh
Throw it up nigga, throw it up, throw it up
Throw it
up, throw it up, throw it up (nigga)
Throw it up nigga, throw it up, throw
it up

[WC]
Fuck talkin, I'm chalkin niggas, best ta get ta
walkin
It's The Shadiest, Charlie Hustle and my nigga the Chickenhawk in
on
that 'throw it up throw it up' dip, as I dips, skip with the Euro
clip
Hangin for chips on 100-spoke whips
All I know is pussy, money and
color bandanas
and tryin to get my kids some more chickens than Colonel
Sanders
Play us by the trigger so I'ma live by the trigger
And rivals,
seven bicthes for all my colored thug niggas

[E-40]
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regulations in the game, never snitch, never sang soprano
Wild gravy, bustin
kilo grams, goin platinum, door and panel
Never dustin up, never crackin
under pressure
Seems to me I do my time and I get out whenever,
EARLY
People say I smell like Glocks, what kind of ?car? you got?
I tell
em "Brooklyn cotch"
Johnnie Walker, snapple lemon-squeezed and scotch is
what
I drink a nigga up under the table
While all you powder puff niggas
take all my votes

Chorus:

To all my hoodlums and my thugz with
their mugs on
up in the ghetto and the hood with the platex rubber gloves
on
In the kitchen cookin chicken, diamonds, hop and gab
Droppin off
packages and grindin outta taxicabs
Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up
ugh
Throw it up nigga, throw it up, throw it up
Throw it up, throw it up,
throw it up (nigga)
Throw it up nigga, throw it up, throw it up

[Mack
10]
Well it's that old Inglewood gangbang, hustlin ass nigga
That dope
game, flossin ho, bustin ass nigga
still grindin while rhymin now up to
seven figures
Low-down, duct tapin, 2-11 lick hitter
Hoo Bangin' sendin
birds outta town on the bus
If ya in to sellin crack, nigga fuck with
us
I got cars and a mansion with wine in the cellar
and a bitch on my
team that'll kill when I tell her

[E-40]
Back with ninjas so ya
know
I do this for Foesum and ?Susanville?, fo' sho'
My niggas in
Quentin'll pack a bis', before I
>From Chino to Tracey to Hatchedby to
Rikers Island
Pelican Bay solid, dat Long Park and Terminal Island
Keep
on smilin, dialin and callin connect
Cos you're my focus, you know I'm
accept
A za-, a zap board, deuce amps
Shoot dice with, to all my stamps
(BEEYATCH!!!!)

Chorus

[WC]
Could it be me, or was it this
chronic or Bombay
that got me puttin it down for all my hoodlums around the
way
Lex spares, money dippin, bullet-proof vests and sack warriors
All my
street niggas, east to the west to the souths, I can't hearin ya

[Mack
10]
If it ain't Charlie Hustle, it's that nigga Mack Manson
While the G
homies boogie, we keep they hoes dancin
and we stay Lexed up wit the parlay
features
Sportin beamed-up Chucks wit the flamed-up
creases

[E-40]
I represent the flat lands, the alley ways, the moms
and pops
The Chinese, the AK, the fiend, the rocks
The liquor store on
every corner, the laundromat
The quick-to-run-up-on-the-nigga, to peel my
cap

Chorus

Outro: E-40

A dollar bill y'all, a dollar bill
y'all
A getcha, a getcha, a getcha scrill y'all
A dollar bill y'all, a
dollar bill y'all
A getcha, a getcha, a getcha scrill y'all
A getcha
scrill y'all, a dollar bill y'all
A dollar, a dollar, a dollar bill
y'all
A dollar bill y'all, a dollar bill y'all
A dollar, a dollar, a
getcha scrill y'all
BEEYATCH!!!

BEEYATCH!!!!!!!!!!