What y’all know about this fab s***, huh?
T.E., baby, come on, uh-huh
Trackmasters, uh-huh
Look we can shop together mama, his and hers
Fifth Av. s*** baby, Fendi furs
I ain’t tight with the chips girl, I’m down to splurge
If it’s ice you like I’ll light up your life (Ooh)
VS2 Clarity a’ight, I play the block
I ain’t the type to punch a clock
I’m the type to put the pedal to the floor and then drop
I live life in the fast lane, I make a grove of hash
Hustle hard for cash so I could spoil that a**
It’s like she loves me, she loves me not
‘Cause her friends pump her head full of bulls*** a lot
I gave her jewels that I call her for jokes
Chanel bags I bought from boosters, to the hood I introduced her
She feisty and sometimes she wanna fight me
People sayin’ if I get knocked she ain’t gon’ write me
The sick part is all that bulls*** excites me
A thug’s what I want, a thug’s what I need
Even though my friends don’t seem to see
That he lace me with money, he knows when I want it
And I’m never gonna leave my baby
My thugged-out, no-good baby
A-yo’ I treat you like you need to be treated, like you’re special
Tie your hands to the bedpost when I caress you
When I met you it was Guess and Gap
Now it’s Gucci and Prada
Took you from bein’ a 9 to bein’ a dime
You complain that we don’t spend time
When I’m OT on the grind, goin’ hard for mine
Yo’ when Shorty say she hate me, you know she mean she love me
When she play me close at the bar that mean she want some bubbly
See my parlayin’ with another chick and s*** get ugly
She wanna flip, threaten to run keys across my Whip
Try to burn a n**** with some hominy grits
That’s how she on it
When I met her she was low key
Now she wanna OD, you know me, I let her do her thing, son
I say what I’m feelin’, n****s say that I’m illin’
I sip Cristy till I’m pissy like a staircase in your building, what
A thug’s what I want, a thug’s what I need
Even though my friends don’t seem to see
That he lace me with money, he knows when I want it
And I’m never gonna leave my baby
My thugged-out, no-good baby
A thug’s what I want, a thug’s what I need
Even though my friends don’t seem to see
That he lace me with money, he knows when I want it
And I’m never gonna leave my baby
My thugged-out, no-good baby
A thug is what I want and a thug is what I need
And my friends don’t understand how my baby laces me
A thug is what I want and a thug is what I need
And my friends don’t understand and I think it’s jealousy
A thug is what I want and a thug is what I need
And my friends don’t understand how my baby laces me
A thug is what I want and a thug is what I need
T.E., baby, come on, uh-huh
Trackmasters, uh-huh
Fifth Av. s*** baby, Fendi furs
I ain’t tight with the chips girl, I’m down to splurge
If it’s ice you like I’ll light up your life (Ooh)
VS2 Clarity a’ight, I play the block
I ain’t the type to punch a clock
I’m the type to put the pedal to the floor and then drop
I live life in the fast lane, I make a grove of hash
Hustle hard for cash so I could spoil that a**
It’s like she loves me, she loves me not
‘Cause her friends pump her head full of bulls*** a lot
I gave her jewels that I call her for jokes
Chanel bags I bought from boosters, to the hood I introduced her
She feisty and sometimes she wanna fight me
People sayin’ if I get knocked she ain’t gon’ write me
The sick part is all that bulls*** excites me
Even though my friends don’t seem to see
That he lace me with money, he knows when I want it
And I’m never gonna leave my baby
My thugged-out, no-good baby
Tie your hands to the bedpost when I caress you
When I met you it was Guess and Gap
Now it’s Gucci and Prada
Took you from bein’ a 9 to bein’ a dime
You complain that we don’t spend time
When I’m OT on the grind, goin’ hard for mine
Yo’ when Shorty say she hate me, you know she mean she love me
When she play me close at the bar that mean she want some bubbly
See my parlayin’ with another chick and s*** get ugly
She wanna flip, threaten to run keys across my Whip
Try to burn a n**** with some hominy grits
That’s how she on it
When I met her she was low key
Now she wanna OD, you know me, I let her do her thing, son
I say what I’m feelin’, n****s say that I’m illin’
I sip Cristy till I’m pissy like a staircase in your building, what
Even though my friends don’t seem to see
That he lace me with money, he knows when I want it
And I’m never gonna leave my baby
My thugged-out, no-good baby
Even though my friends don’t seem to see
That he lace me with money, he knows when I want it
And I’m never gonna leave my baby
My thugged-out, no-good baby
And my friends don’t understand how my baby laces me
A thug is what I want and a thug is what I need
And my friends don’t understand and I think it’s jealousy
And my friends don’t understand how my baby laces me
A thug is what I want and a thug is what I need
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This song is tight...Beyonce's voice is so freakin HOTT on this track it aint funny! And u if 50 Cent is on da mic...its gatta be tight! Fabolous said it best i think..."DDDAAAAMMMMNNN"
So who censored this? Let's get this straight:
s* = shit a = ass n**** = nigga
Alright kids, no need to censor anything.
a few days before the filming of this video clip 50 got shot and hence i think no video clip was made, alas he found out who shot him and now oh yeah that guys dead
In this highly artistic piece, 50 reveals that he doesn't punch clocks, and that he treats his girl specially by buying her expensive things.
"I ain’t the type to punch a clock"
"When I met you it was Guess and Gap Now it’s Gucci and Prada"
This teaches 2 great lessons to the youth of America - Do not punch clocks, and that buying your girl expensive brands of clothing is the best way to show your affection for her.
Just listen to this song a few times and you'll be on your way to being a shallow consumer whore! A brilliant piece of work.
NPerez, I couldnt've put it better myself.
I cannot express how much I hate 50 cent - the shallow, sexist, arrogant fucktard.
How can anybody take his lyrics seriously?
i didn't even know there was lyrics to this song! how do you people sing to this stupid music, you have no taste in music at all!! and no, i will not appoligize to anyone.This song sucks and i am not changing my mind. so 50 cent why don't you just go get shot one more time for the record!!! Suck it bitches.
NPerez, you are my absolute hero, I laughed 10 full minutes om that comment. Especially the clock part did it.