Ying Yang Twins - Thug Walkin' lyrics

Chorus:

Every where we gooo, every where we gooo

People want to knooow, people want to knooow

What we here fooor, what we here fooor

We thug walkin', we thug walkin', thug walkin'

Verse One: {Ying Yang Twins back and forth}

Pain make you retaliate

Swang to crack yo chest blade

Hangin' with the best dates

Slang and get they neck played

Game is what yo test gave

Blang and take hoes and smoke hay

Niggas what they call us

Triggers is how we boss hog

Drugs is what we left with

Slugs will bring yo death quick

Knucks will get you swolle up

Tricks will get you dick sick

Clinton gonna see impeachment

For freaks he try'na creep with

Busters never last long

Hustlers get they cash on

Hiders never act out

Riders known to slash out

Pimps only get paid

Simps truly get played

Wimps never fist fight

Freaks is quick to turn dikes

Sheets never come clean bled

From yo crime scene mann

Chorus: {2x}

Verse Two: {D-Roc}

Even thought yo mind was blind soul keeper

He took you on a shine with nine and made Mom weepier

That thing he'll die for his boys they ballin' good

But nigga see them boys was comin' up out the wood

Lay down was all you heard I mean scary

One of 'em got bold and reached for the Chevy

Gun shots went off so we had to make it quick

Told the other boys go ahead and give up the shit

I don pistol whipped a nigga and told him to give up the loot

If he pissed of my nigga I will shot

So he hurried up and them other niggas to

I started up the car and told them what they had to do

Chorus: {2x}

Verse Three: {Kaine}

I'm smokin' my weed with y'all

Hangin' with niggas y'all ball

Just because niggas be takin' it all

Told them broads to back up off my balls

Thugs be ready to brawl on the point of call

The devil reached in sippin' on gin

It changed my mind to sin

Hangin' with thugs that be loud as a rooster

Figurin' they call us fools I haven't finished school

Chosen few, rollin' through, military style like we was suppose to do

Who do you think that you fuckin' with

Stupid bitch roll up out the vine before we swine and

Cause that counter fit niggas is real then twenty four k

Y'all can't hang that bud we slang like it ain't no thang

Get 'em up to the Eastside, to the Westside, true city thugs

What's up much love, to the Tear da Club Up Thugs

just throw it up, all y'all get across the wall

Chorus: {Till The End}