Thug Angels lyrics

[Intro]
Refugees, yo, all you say

[Chorus]
Dirty Dirty Dirty South
I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A
Sold my first A-K
I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday
(What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gun play
(New York city y'all) Police are at the door
The Magnum was by the ashtray
(Look at shorty y'all) He 'bout to go out like Scarface
He woke up in a cardboard box with no space
With Thug Angels singin', sayin'
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
So you wanna be a thug?
To all my thugs in Houston, you wan' push drugs?
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
To all my thugs in Memphis, you want the cars in the videos?
To the Jacksonville Thug Angels, let me tell you how it really goes

[Verse 1]
I'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta
Until I heard woop woop, that "Sound of Da Police", should I pull over?
He had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder
His face was, pale and long, he looked like cold day in December
Now let me ask the truth or somethin'
Should I slow down and be a good camper?
I heard a young thug scream
"It depends what you got in the beamer!!"
Now I got two choices I could blast and become Most Wanted in America
Or I could slow down like the man in the Bronco
And get Johnny Cochran to be my lawyer
Ohh Sonya, hit her on the Motorola
If I get locked up I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday
'Cause this is Saturday, and it's a holiday
Now I got to spend a weekend in the South in jail
But you told me that crime pay