歌手:Yukmouth
专辑:《Thug Lord: The New Testament》

He's Yukmouth [ CHORUS ]
He's Yukmouth, he's thugged out
He's Yukmouth, he's thugged out, thugged out
Yukmouth, he's thugged out
He's Yukmouth, he's thugged out, thugged out
If you're thuggin and you know it, clap your hands
If you're thuggin and you know it, clap your hands
If you're thuggin and you know it
When you're hustlin, *****, show it
If you're thuggin and you know it, clap your hands
But if you're ballin and you know it, stomp your feet
But if you're ballin and you know it, stomp your feet
But if you're ballin and you know it
Shot-callin and you show it
If you're ballin and you know it, stomp your feet [ VERSE 1 ]
Yukmouth pursue the
Benjamins, the future like
Timbaland
Eat shrooms like
Eminem, pop
X like Lil'
Kim Hot *** to gentlemans puffin
Havana Bring ya drugs to
Atlanta if you don't ***** with bammer
You only ***** with chron', be poppin
Cris Don You rockin
Big John's, your watch is glistenan
You ain't watchin the
Pistons inside your dot six'n
You got a hot chicken who never stops lickin
I smoke the hash to ashes, my click be draggin tatted
I probably pop a tablet but never ***** with acid
My *****es be the baddest, petite with fat asses
Proceed to stack the cabbage, till we in lavish mansions
Aiyo, I toast to that, my *****s toast to that
Cause I was broker back in the days wearin crocker sacks
Now I smoke doja sacks,
I'm never goin back
I got the house, the
Jaguar and the
Rover, black [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 2 ]
You like menage-a-trois, you ***** with exotic broads
You drive exotic cars, you smoke chronic by the jars
Your platinum teeth diamond, your platinum piece diamond
You on them streets rhymin, you makin g's timin
You slap a ***** out, you slap a ***** out
You slap a pimp out, you slap a trick out
Pistol-whip a snitch down, get hit with a pistol
We sippin
Cris now, my *****s rich now
We at them play-offs, baby, we at the
Super Bowl
We in Las
Vegas, baby, fight night as usual
I switch and gatored out, gaffled and papered out
Pull stretch
Navigators out,
TV-/PlayStation-ed out
Y'all *****s hate us now, two thou
I say this now
Jackers wanna lay me down, rappers wanna spray me down
But they can't ***** with
Yuk cause
I'm a Thug
Lord That's gon' bring em that hardcore if they want more [ VERSE 3 ]
You fly to
Cancun, you take flights to
Jamaica You love them damn shrooms, you love
Garcia Vegas
You take flights to the
Bahamas, you fight your baby mama
That child payment drama, then flipped her a new
Mercedes, partner
You're not a
Captain Save
Her cause hoes be pullin capers
You smoke 'dro different flavors,
X Men like
Doctor and
Xavier Pop pills like
Christian
Slater, you on a mission, player
You always spendin paper, ***** ice, we gettin glaciers
My neck bling-blingin,
Rolex bling-blingin 20" bling-blingin, my set bling-blingin But if it was back in the days I'd take a ***** bling Take a ***** ring, break and make a ***** scream I was slingin powder sacks, I'm where them dollars at Till I holler back at *****s that sip more syrup than Project Pat Now I ***** with Rap-A-Lot, I hit the jackpot We like to scrap a lot, so busters keep your gats ****ed [ CHORUS ]