Thug Passion

(album: All Eyez On Me - 1996)

Aight, new drink
One part Alizé, one part Cristal
Thug passion, baby
y'all know what time it is
This drink is Guaranteed to get the pussy wet and the dick hard
Now, if you with me
Pour a glass and drink with a nigga, knowhatimean?
I ain't trying to turn you all niggas into alcohols alcoholics
I'm just trying to turn you into motherfucking thugs
So come and get some of this thug passion, baby

[Kastro:]
Mayne! I could pull out the drink and be good until it's relevant
But I'm a straight soldier, I'll roll up a nigga like it's Heaven sent
Tripping over dead presidents
they got these derelicts
I throw was down with this business, trying to clown and get a cent
And so rather, than stand forever
Been thinking drinking over a felony
And hell of me
And how it will be in hella shit, people telling me to cool out
But they ain't feeling me, a motherfucking fool, about
My fucking cheddar cheese
and it pleases, passion of mine
Thugging, hugging plenty of G's and laughing while I pass through times
And all these bastards be watching just keep it plain
I'ma keep it the same partner, just take it the simple game
I can, pinkle with the rain twinkling
Diamonds and things go blinking
Enough to hold me, 'til I'm, old and wrinkling
and These adversaries
They gonna have to be worrying
Cause I'ma be illing, fulfilling my passion
'Til I'm burying my thug passion

[Jewell:]
I heard it's the bomb
And you got it going on
Give me some of your thug passion, baby
You got me dripping wet
from the way you make me sweat
Give me some of your thug passion, baby ohhhwow!

[Napoleon:]
Now what if me
Turn this Hennessy into a robbery
The Prophecy probably suddenly switch and how it supposed to be
And Dirty money
Can't be evil cause it's filling up my tummy
Born in a position, death collision was futuristic
Twisting riches, but there is only one way to make more
So I'm standing on the corner trying to hustle in the snow
And my bigger bro, couldn't know
But buy a .44, blasting at playa haters wanting more
with a Thug Passion

[E.D.I. Mean:]
Putting down mashing, control by this thug's passion
Unlike them other bustas pistol blasting
I'm asking, what happened
To the niggas who kept it real like they claim to
That's what money and fame do, see they ain't true
Traveling this road my poor soul has been consolidated
With all this bullshit that I done tolerated
How I made it, can be easily stated
It's like my hardest bring the grip with the passion, left me to fucking greatest
Load up and take shit

[Yaki Kadafi:]
Make it to some high dollar gangsta shit
Jack a stack 'til we got enough bank to split

[Storm:]
Creep with me, through that immortal flow
Thug passion got you trembling like Death on the Row
Make your move, so I can throw your mind a curve
While I'll be blowing up the scene, like my nigga Mr. Herb
Take a toke, as your heart goes full arrest
I got the bomb, so nigga, fuck the rest
You need a dub to get you flowing
and let that loc see smoke
Feeling the strokes of the 9 squeeze tight and slow

[Jewell:]
I heard it's the bomb
And you got it going on
Give me some of your thug passion, baby
You got me dripping wet
From the way you make me sweat
Give me some of your thug passion, baby ohhhwow!

They say money don't make the man
But damn, I'm making money
Observing you motherfuckers, 'cause some of you bitches funny
Say you want it but you bullshitting
Licking them lips, you got me about to act a fool quick
Sipping on some Alizé and Cristal, meanwhile
Buy me a drink and get to winking at me, she smiles; a niggas full of passion
Satisfaction is everlasting
"How does it feel?" what I'm asking
While I'm rubbing on that ass "Why you laughin'?"
see, I'm digging as if I'm curious
full blown and furious
Baby, get a grip, when I be doing this
It's so physical my attraction
Driven by alcohol, beware of my reaction
baby I'm born to ball
thugged out on Death Row
You better recognize and picture what I said so
Now you can feel it, it's a portion for my niggas in motion
Forever blasting, bitches ain't ready for this thug passion

[Jewell (DJ Quik):]
I heard it's the bomb
And you got it going on
Give me some of your thug passion, baby
(Thug passion)
You got me dripping wet
From the way you make me sweat
Give me some of your thug passion, baby ohhhwow!
(Thug passion)
I heard it's the bomb
And you got it going on
Give me some of your thug passion, baby
(Thug passion)
You got me dripping wet
From the way you make me sweat
Give me some of your thug passion, baby ohhhwow!
(Thug passion)
I heard it's the bomb
And you got it going on
Give me some of your thug passion, baby
You got me dripping wet
From the way you make me sweat
Give me some of your thug passion, baby ohhhwow!
I heard it's the bomb
And you got it going on
Give me some of your thug passion, baby
You got me dripping wet
From the way you make me sweat
Give me some of your thug passion, baby ohhhwow!