Thug n*gga/Coast 2 Coast (Trump Tight) lyrics

by

Charlie Wilson


[Intro: Capital LS & 2Pac]
Yo E, somebody come in this motherf*cker with me man
I'm with you n*gga, you don't need nobody, I'm with you n*gga
Come on n*gga what's up?
LS and 'Pac, Greg Nice
You're looking at me through the window
Asu, set it off with you n*gga
Come up in here with me y'all
(Set it off n*gga, for the n*ggas in New York, set it off)
Yo' ha ha ha ha ha yo' yo'
(LS in this biaatch!)
We in the motherf*ckin'... west coast right now
(Westside)
Word to mother, my n*gga Kurupt
(Eastside, ride)
K- Kurupt, word, I got my n*gga Greg Nice
(Right there n*gga, right there)
Baby Jesus and the Allstars
(babbbby babbby )
Tha Outlawz, takin' off their draws, n*ggas
Yo' we 'bout to... check it out

[Verse 1: Capital LS]
What does it take to shake and bake nowadays?
n*ggas in crime, get made 'cause it pays
Bodies get sprayed with motherf*ckin' ultra-rays
When sh*t gets too smooth I get's, rude with the lipper
Any kind of liquor's company like Jack Tripper
There's been times when I flip like acrobats
f*ckin' coast to coast, chickenheads to hoodrats
Tools to Gats, Lowriders to Ac's
Two years ago my sh*t was underrated (Was underrated)
I wish you rap n*ggas frustrated
The rhyme stated updated; as I migrated
I'm direct from Strong Island, New York
Where I be smilin', profilin', wildin'
With my n*ggas in the Acura Coupe
In the Ja's and b*tches like the Ginseng group (Ginseng baby)
Playin' that "One Love" loop Ha ha ha (Loop)
The sun shines through my sunroof (Sunroof)
Some days I can amaze the youth with proof that
The force of my rhyme can cause a cardiac (Cardiac)
Arrestin' motherf*ckers that don't like investin'
So I eat them up like salad dressin' (Salad dressin')
And it don't stop
[Ad-libs: 2Pac]
Hahaha, yeah n*gga, that's how we do that sh*t
LS in this b*tch, n*gga that's how we do that sh*t
Die ,die on the Westside-Eastside right, n*ggas can't understand it, no doubt, no doubt
My scandalous family, insanity
It ain't no playin' n*gga we're takin' over the whole industry
You b*tch made n*ggas can't believe that sh*t
LS and n*ggas so crazy
You only have to pay, to pull up on that b*tch
You've been clowned, to make it to that ground
These n*ggas snatchin' your business kid

[Verse 2: Asu]
They f*cked around and let the thoroughbred up out the stable (What's up?)
Me and my Cali n*ggas is jumpin' fools without the cables (Without the AK)
Everything I got is double 2's 4's and barrels
Once that ass slipped we gots to burn it like Carrol
Somehow someway real n*ggas know real n*ggas yeah yo why is that?
When you roll Asu, you end up with them tires flat
The names Asu, it starts with A and ends with you
Whatever you want to do, I got my whole f*ckin' crew
Up over the mountain, there's fountain of phrases
I'm countin' pages, ages is givin' up wages to heal the rages
I don't riff, I stay cool let the sanity build
All I need is a starter and the horror that's worse than Amityville
No disrespect, all we want is bacon G
Pack them bags; they have them hotel got vacancy
[2Pac talk]
That's right n*gga set that sh*t 'til they motherf*ckin' chincheckin' we wreck it, Look here

[Verse 3: 2Pac]
My n*ggas crooked, though it seems
My every single, thought is caught up, in collectin' cream
A made n*gga, Picture me dyin' in the blaze, or gunfire
Will not retire 'til I'm paid, turn the bass up high
When we ride, we fly by, b*tches blow me kisses
n*ggas from Compton to Brooklyn come on get your riches
From Crenshaw to 1-2-5 and do or die
Rollin' with n*ggas from Long Beach, to Long Isle
I hardly smile, 'cause my heart froze
Once I, commence my show, I rip apart foes
Now I, got one nation, it's a crooked compilation
Just to end the bullsh*t, let's get back to money makin'
Tell 'em bustas that I rolled on, controllin' our house
My sh*t's so wicked when I flip, n*ggas closin' they mouth
Them Cocoa Brovaz, Buckshot the BDI thug
Greg Nice, LS, Asu, so show a n*gga love
Outlaw!

[Outro: 2Pac]
You feel that sh*t n*gga!
You know what time it is, hahahaha, yeah!
Hit them n*ggas with the sh*t that made Nice & Smooth nice n*gga
Greg Nice feel me n*gga?
I know u f*cked a lot of drug dealers
But she never got f*cked by thug n*gga
Come on! I know she f*cked a lot of drug dealers
But she never got f*cked by thug n*gga
Come on! I know you f*ck a lot of drug dealers
But you never got f*cked by thug n*gga, baby never
Come on! I know you're f*ckin' with some drug dealers
But you never got f*cked by thug n*gga
Haha haha, yeah yeah! Roll like that n*gga
Haha haha, hell motherf*ckin' yeah, Thug Life baby
It don't stop, drunk, twisted and crazy
Yeah n*gga, that n*gga 2Pac
From this block to your block, you can tell the kids nod
One Nation, f*ck around and get shot, you know, One Nation
Eastside, Westside, ha ha ha ha, yeah
All my n*ggas on the East Side, throw up your guns
All my n*ggas on the Westside, throw up your guns
All my n*ggas from the East Side, throw up your guns
All my n*ggas from the Westside, throw your guns up
n*ggas from the Eastside, throw up your guns
All my n*ggas from the Westside, throw your guns up
All my n*ggas from the Eastside, throw up your guns
All my n*ggas from the Westside, throw your guns up
n*ggas from the Westside, throw up your guns
All n*ggas from the East Side, throw up your guns
All my n*ggas from the Westside, throw up your guns
All my n*ggas from the Eastside, throw your guns up
Hahaha, yeah n*gga, Outlawz yeah, Thug Life
Hahaha, haha, yeah, Hennessy makes plenty of enemies, you feel me?
Throw your guns up!!
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