Since I am a thug why do you go get so mad Why can't y'all accept that it's my life? If I ain't a thug If I ain't a thug If I ain't a thug Oh no no
[Talking] If I ain't a thug You think I ain't a thug Tell me what I am [Chorus] Cause if I ain't a thug why do I feel this way Why the streets stay on
Übersetzung: Trick Daddy. Ist das nicht A Thug.
[Talking] If I ain't a thug You think I ain't a thug Tell me what I am [Chorus] Cause if I ain't a thug why do I feel this way Why the streets stay
you talk don't faze a hoe I like me head slow Make it happen Pop a pill cause a bitch make it snappen [Chorse x2: Trick Daddy] Keep doing what you doing
ain't) Ain't no place I'd rather be Chillin with homies and family In a sky high iced out paradise In the skyyyyy (There ain't) Ain't no place I
still) [Verse Two: Trick Daddy] Now as I kneel and pray I hope the Lord understand When he's gone, devolve, I become a dangerous man Ain't crazy or deranged
In a 6-1 Chevy still heavy in this game Can you feel me? Blame it on my mama I'm a thug nigga Up before the sunrise quicker than the drug dealers
I ain't got G Truly, cutie, booty big! But that ain't enough And tha head make me beg, still that just ain't enough When I don't trust her, bitch
, and if you don't believe me Then watch the way that this story ends and maybe you'll see There ain't no heroes or villains, ain't no pleasure in killin
nine, cause times, they ain't what they used to be Ain't a penitentiary built big enough for me and my niggaz on the streets, man listen Cause these ain't the old days Ain't
, bye, bye Nigga don't wind up playa hatin We got much love in Mo Thug It's all about Mo Thug It's all Mo Thug, It's all Mo, Mo Thug [4x]
is some sick shit said I'm smackin' bitches wit my dick head And yellin' 'All tricks dead' And if you paid for the pussy ain't nothin' wrong To her you
ain't impressed by ya poetry You're the place you're supposed to be You ain't ain't comin' close to me It ain't that you underrated It's more thatn you
me If you growed up the way I did You gotsta understand, Trick love the kids (Ooooooohh!) Trick love the kids [Chorus: Cee-Lo] [Trick Daddy] Cop me a
Mess with many, but if he ain't the realer I ain't with it, with it [Q-Tip] Yo, mommy what the deal? Ain't no heat fuckin' hotter than the heat a nigga
way for the drill team! She ain't out with you, cause we the real thing! [Kutt Calhoun:] Call me a drum major baby I will hold yo' sticks Hoppin off
