Fat Joe We Thuggin Remix Feat Busta Rhymes Noreaga Remy Martin Lyrics

We Thuggin Remix Feat Busta Rhymes Noreaga Remy Martin Lyrics

Fat Joe] 

 Ha, ha, ha, ha 

 Uh, uh, uh, yeah, uh 

 For my dirty, dirty 

 D.C. what? 

 Uh, yeah, uh, T.S. 

 Remix y'all 

  

 [Remy Martin] 

 Remix y'all 

  

 [Fat Joe] 

 Remix y'all 

  

 [Remy Martin] 

 The remix y'all 

  

 [Fat Joe] 

 Crack is back again (ooo-oooh) 

 Had to rip this track again (ooo-oooh) 

  

 [Remy Martin] 

 And when it's packed like The Garden 

 You know it's the Squadron 

  

 [Fat Joe] 

 The god, Fat Joe 

  

 [Remy Martin] 

 And that bitch, Remy Martin 

  

 [Remy Martin & R. Kelly] 

 We thuggin' 

  

 [Fat Joe] 

 You know the rest 

 Got the tank top on that show the vest 

  

 [Remy Martin] 

 I know some chickens that be strippin' and they show they breasts 

 And they all think Joe the best 

  

 [Fat Joe] 

 Well it's on if they got no regrets 

 Bring them hoes to the low crib by the lake on the coldest sect 

 I got chicks butt-naked feelin' no redress 

  

 [Remy Martin] 

 Okay, I'm on my way with a load of cess 

 But, I got four niggas in my truck 

  

 [Fat Joe] 

 And if you bring 'em to my crib, they gettin' fucked up 

  

 [Remy Martin] 

 I'ma sneak 'em in the back as soon as y'all drunk 

  

 [Remy Martin & Fat Joe] 

 We take a puff of dro and be like (oo-oo-oooh) 

  

 [R. Kelly] 

 Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on dubs, and 

 Off up in the club, wildin' like what 

 Got Cris' on pop, Henny wit no chaser, and mami don't stop 

 Throw it up, six o'clock, 'cause I got four hon-eys in the drop 

 And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot 

 And it's full of honeys, panties with no tops 

 We take a puff of dro and be like (oo-oo-oooh) 

  

 [Noreaga] 

 Ay, yo, twin ho days and we makin' it hot (say what?) 

 Numero uno on your billboard spot (what, nigga?) 

 Since the days of flow Joe, we be makin' it hot 

 Before Superthug, niggas sold crack on the block 

 You see, uh 

  

 [Noreaga & R. Kelly] 

 We thuggin', rollin' on dubs, and 

  

 [Noreaga] 

 Niggas say they still in them bricks, but they wasn't 

 Me and Big Pun ran trains on mad cousins 

 Mami took an E and a half and three wasn't 

 And nigga, yeah, I'ma stay right here (ain't goin' nowhere) 

 It's thugged-out Miller-tainment, and it's somethin' to fear 

 And I ain't got time for diss records (no time for that) 

 Catch me in the streets, and I'ma leave your muthafuckin' bitch naked 

 FJ 560, the five ride with me (we got honeys, y'all) 

 I got some mamis in the club wanna slide with me 

 Ho's at, I drunk 'nough y'all yay 

 Me and my Joe, Hennessey doubles and lattes (hey!) 

  

 [R. Kelly] 

 Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on dubs, and 

 Off up in the club, wildin' like what 

 Got Cris' on pop, Henny wit no chaser, and mami don't stop 

 Throw it up, six o'clock, 'cause I got four hon-eys in the drop 

 And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot 

 And it's full of honeys, panties with no tops 

 We take a puff of dro and be like (oo-oo-oooh) 

  

 [Busta Rhymes] 

 In 2001, we move fast 

 I had to fuck a couple fat bitches all in they ass 

 Yes, I get busy and know and I do all I can (can) 

 Had to meet up with them Terror Squad niggas, my man (man) 

 Yeah, I see a couple of niggas that look real bugged 

 In the corner frontin' like a bunch of real, live thugs 

 Frontin', stackin' my ones and I'm countin' these figgas 

 Got a cooler bitch that's mo' thug than some of these niggas 

 Fuckin' me now, suckin' my ass late 

 Straight drinkin' the Henny, sippin' with no chaser 

 When my bitches be thuggin' niggas that catch vapors 

 Lovin' how my bitches be givin' me paper 

 One by one, watchin' y'all niggas drop off 

 You wack niggas will feel when you hear my gun pop off 

 Get my rocks off, that's when I'm quick to knock your block off 

 And hold a gat when I'm fuckin' and never take my socks off 

  

 [R. Kelly] 

 Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on dubs, and 

 Off up in the club, wildin' like what 

 Got Cris' on pop, Henny wit no chaser, and mami don't stop 

 Throw it up, six o'clock, 'cause I got four hon-eys in the drop 

 And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot 

 And it's full of honeys, panties with no tops 

 We take a puff of dro and be like (oo-oo-oooh