Popular Thug - Lyrics - Wanderland - Kelis

Title: Popular Thug
Album: Wanderland
Artist: Kelis
Composer(s): Chad Hugo, Pharrell Williams, Nasir Jones

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Lyric:
You know what I am
You know what I do well at least I thought you knew
They call me Pusha
Damn

I take you like a slap in the face
Every time the bass is mentioned like I had bad intentions
Listen, I thought love was given
So for you I did those things you were missing

Never have to say please gimme borrow
As long as I got yay and two semi autos
And connects in the jets like wetback Carlos
I ain't askin' you to follow just think about tomorrow, please

I should have known
By the way that you stared
Eying passes by
Like you're rich but life ain't fair

But you make my record skip
Make my record skip
Make my record skip
Make my record skip

I would have never talked to you
If I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug
You're damn right

I would have never talked to you
If I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug
You're damn right

I can't help if I'm a thug and I'm popular
I think that come along with driving a shocking car
Watch the coke light up they life the rocks with stars
Had fiends talking crippled 'cuz they locked they jaw

Pusha T you think it's cool that you deal
Bout as cool as that breeze on the beach in Brazil
As long as fiends want pain then I'm gon' slang
When my financial change then I'm gon' change

I should have seen
In the way you touched my hand
Shuffling your car keys
But sounded like a gentleman

But ya make my record skip
Make my record skip
Make my record skip
Make my record skip

I would have never talked to you
If I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug
You're damn right

I would have never talked to you
If I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug
You're damn right

I would have never talked to you
If I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug
You're damn right

You don't know it yet, it's the life that I live that you love
And the fact that I'm thug that had you holding techs
When you really didn't know what it was
But you did it out of love, shit

Far from deprived give you all of you fetishes
Like treacherous necklaces, beget etceteras
Colors coming out make your head spin like exorcist
Spending bright futures in the hood all them no good messages

I should have heard it
In the way you said my name
While I analyzed your tone
You were formulating games

But you make my record skip
Make my record skip
Make my record skip
Make my record skip

I would have never talked to you
If I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug
You're damn right

I would have never talked to you
If I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug
You're damn right

I would have never talked to you
If I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug
You're damn right

I would have never talked to you
If I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug
You're damn right

Hey, popular thug

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Popular Thug (Kelis) - Lyrics - The Neptunes Present Clones

Title: Popular Thug (Kelis)
Artist: The Neptunes Present Clones
Composer(s): Chad Hugo, Pharrell Williams, Nasir Jones

Lyric:
You know what I am
You know what I do well at least I thought you knew
They call me Pusha
Damn

I take you like a slap in the face
Every time the bass is mentioned like I had bad intentions
Listen, I thought love was given
So for you I did those things you were missing

Never have to say please gimme borrow
As long as I got yay and two semi autos
And connects in the jets like wetback Carlos
I ain't askin' you to follow just think about tomorrow, please

I should have known
By the way that you stared
Eying passes by
Like you're rich but life ain't fair

But you make my record skip
Make my record skip
Make my record skip
Make my record skip

I would have never talked to you
If I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug
You're damn right

I would have never talked to you
If I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug
You're damn right

I can't help if I'm a thug and I'm popular
I think that come along with driving a shocking car
Watch the coke light up they life the rocks with stars
Had fiends talking crippled 'cuz they locked they jaw

Pusha T you think it's cool that you deal
Bout as cool as that breeze on the beach in Brazil
As long as fiends want pain then I'm gon' slang
When my financial change then I'm gon' change

I should have seen
In the way you touched my hand
Shuffling your car keys
But sounded like a gentleman

But ya make my record skip
Make my record skip
Make my record skip
Make my record skip

I would have never talked to you
If I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug
You're damn right

I would have never talked to you
If I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug
You're damn right

I would have never talked to you
If I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug
You're damn right

You don't know it yet, it's the life that I live that you love
And the fact that I'm thug that had you holding techs
When you really didn't know what it was
But you did it out of love, shit

Far from deprived give you all of you fetishes
Like treacherous necklaces, beget etceteras
Colors coming out make your head spin like exorcist
Spending bright futures in the hood all them no good messages

I should have heard it
In the way you said my name
While I analyzed your tone
You were formulating games

But you make my record skip
Make my record skip
Make my record skip
Make my record skip

I would have never talked to you
If I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug
You're damn right

I would have never talked to you
If I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug
You're damn right

I would have never talked to you
If I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug
You're damn right

I would have never talked to you
If I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug
You're damn right

Hey, popular thug

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M.A.F.I.A. Land - Lyrics - Hardcore - Lil' Kim

Title: M.A.F.I.A. Land
Album: Hardcore
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Richard Ahlert, Herbert Rehbein, Kimberly Jones, Bert Kaempfert

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Lyric:
Yeah, uh
In the M.A.F.I.A.'s land y'all
Where loyalty is everything
The M.A.F.I.A. forgives but never forgets
Let me tell you

In the M.A.F.I.A.'s land where there's one boss and one clan
Yes mans, they surround us like steaks in pans
All 'em wanna be the man right hands wash the left hands
Loyalty's priority in this fam
Where life's initiated ain't no givin' it back
Once you in it like Bennet you'll soon be lieutenant
Like me the Don Juan, Miss Yvonne
The sweat-a the money gett-a, copin mad cheddar

Stevie's all wondering how I got in this position
One day Frank was fishin' for competition expidition
Number one, his name is Barry Madanno
Push the phat Milano '96 mission cost ya barizano
I lay gently in the Bently through binoculars he seemed popular
Givincci socks Cartier coolats
H-class rocks and charms like Bohemians
Sick like lukemians, receding hairlines

Watch how genuine his gold mine decline
When Frank pops the wine, I cocks the nine
Niggas peeped it from behind and slipped their clips in quick
One chick named Nick thought she was the shit
Tried to play Big Poppa, don't worry
Minutes before I dropped her the blow, blow, blow
Like a parole the bitch violated
So how you like it, coffins or cremated

There ain't a day in my life that rolls by
That I don't get high, sit back and won't cry
I used to roll hard with tons of bitches
But now it's just me and my niggas, whah
There ain't a day in my life that rolls by
That I don't get high, sit back and won't cry
I used to roll hard with tons of bitches
But now it's just me and my niggas, whah

Street murders, thug parasites, we official no fake gators
Coppin' fire arms with dug missles, we leavin' scar tissue
That nigga Barry still aggy about that slut
Mob nigga what, threw the gang sign up
The nigga chuckles, just slip the loot
On my belt buckles and cracked his middle nuckles
Damn how could a deal for a couple mill
Result to such violence and throw our whole shit off balance

Yet still, they pat me down from all angles
Trapped inside this devil's triangle like Bo I had the Jangles
And movin' slow to slide up on these Mexicans
One cross eyed and hunchbacked, the other must be mixed with black
The third nigga had missin' teeth and tatto tear drops
Long hair, chest for like a bag of rocks before this chops
I grabbed the keys to locks, the jewels and the rocks
The cream in the box, etc., etc., etc. and it don't stop
I got away with everything, the cash and the stash

There ain't a day in my life that rolls by
That I don't get high, sit back and won't cry
I used to roll hard with tons of bitches
But now it's just me and my niggas, whah
There ain't a day in my life that rolls by
That I don't get high, sit back and won't cry
I used to roll hard with tons of bitches
But now it's just me and my niggas, whah

So now I'm titled mission acomplished
My man was astonished
He looked as if there was a foul aroma in the air
Stinkin', I know what this nigga thinkin'
Damn, she's too little, too pretty, too quiet
The bitch is hired, mob's wife for life
Diamond heist with Trife, contracts on your life
We increase the price, uh
So guess who the bitch is, but for now I be the mistress

There ain't a day in my life that rolls by
That I don't get high, sit back and won't cry
I used to roll hard with tons of bitches
But now it's just me and my niggas, whah
There ain't a day in my life that rolls by
That I don't get high, sit back and won't cry
I used to roll hard with tons of bitches
But now it's just me and my niggas, whah

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Bwa - Lyrics - Chyna Doll - Foxy Brown

Title: Bwa
Album: Chyna Doll
Artist: Foxy Brown
Composer(s): I Lorenzo, Mia X L Patterson, D Fekaris, Colin Wolfe, L Mitchell, I Marchand, R Mays, Dino Nelson, E Wright, Andre Young, Tracy Curry, Nick Zesses

Lyric:
Ugh, c'mon let me show ya how it go down
When you get three of the illest bitches
Together on one track
And we all got attitudes

I'm a mother fuckin' bitch
(With an attitude)
I'm a mother fuckin' bitch
(With an attitude)
I'm a mother fuckin' bitch
(With an attitude)
I'm a mother fuckin' bitch
(With an attitude)

I gotta case for spittin' in a mother fuckers' face
Me and my ace, crunk calicos strapped to the waist
A hundred in the clit' blastin'
What cha'll motherfuckers eyein' me fo?
Alias Chyna White, Gangsta Boo on my right
And Mia X to my left, why y'all motherfuckers thugged up
44 bulldogs and tear the whole motherfuckin' club up
Tear the club up, feel me uh
I sets motherfuckin' friends for bitches

Make 'em feel shit, real bitches recognize real shit
Only one bitch put it down like this
See this shiny ass shit on my wrist
See them shiny ass shoes on my six
And I know y'all know them thug ass do to my clique
When it's beef, Na Na stash this heat for all y'all asses
My bitches roll them nats since gats is popular
We 5-7 droppin' ya
It ain't no limit for my three bitch mafia

I'm a mother fuckin' bitch
(With an attitude)
I'm a mother fuckin' bitch
(With an attitude)
I'm a mother fuckin' bitch
(With an attitude)
I'm a mother fuckin' bitch
(With an attitude)

I'm a mother fuckin' bitch
(With an attitude)
I'm a mother fuckin' bitch
(With an attitude)
I'm a mother fuckin' bitch
(With an attitude)
I'm a mother fuckin' bitch
(With an attitude)

A certified hairdresser Mama Mia
Known on the streets for drama
When my bitches meet some heat they call Mama
And I'm comin', gunnin' everything up in my way
But it ain't always gotta be about the gun play
I gots to say for real
My right and left Aka Dumb Hoe Beaters
Black sizin' while his jaws, y'all know Mia
A street bitch 'bout street shit

They ain't no attitives in this bitch
I live this raw dog
To all y'all backstabbin', two face motherfuckers
Double talk and get y'all crunched in both your dick suckers
I buy the ruckus aye' day whatchu gon' do 'bout the crew
'Cuz my clique's all true
True niggas, true game, true paper
Keepin' up with us, trust the true then break it
Take the shit outside or start it in the club now
Y'all gon' tear it up then I'm ma shut the bitch down

I just wanna show them
I just wanna show them
Die bitches, everywhere you go
Bitches is dyin', bitches been dyin' for over 400 years
C'mon

I'm a mother fuckin' bitch
(With an attitude)

I live a rich life nigga so that makes me undefined
Got them bitches mad 'cuz your niggas is all mine
So, I guess that means I'm just the shit
Straight up blaze, the wrong lady to fucked wit
You lay your ass on the fuckin' ground, don't speak
Watch I'll bloody up you seat, leave your ass all nice and sweet
On your monkey ass, when you take the mask, try to run with mass
Go down, infra red on your monkey ass
Gangsta Boo be wit it, what the fuck you tryin' to do?
Your Power Ranger crew scared of us
We thought we told you, we coming through tearin' clubs up
Bitch in the reins yellin' hit a motherfucker
And give her the damn thangs

I'm a mother fuckin' bitch
(With an attitude)
I'm a mother fuckin' bitch
(With an attitude)
I'm a mother fuckin' bitch
(With an attitude)
I'm a mother fuckin' bitch
(With an attitude)

I just wanna show them
I ain't no bitch
I just wanna show them
Real bitches don't die

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