Naughty By Nature Lyrics

Album: Nineteen Naughty Nine-Nature's Fury

The Blues Lyrics

featuring Krayzie Bone Mag 

[Intro: (Mag)] 

Aw shit! Here we go! 

Aw there go my niggas over there! 

Yeah there go my thugs over there! 

There go them bitches over there! 

Look out for shots for my real niggas! 

[Chorus:] 

Where my thugs where my hustlers at? 

Where my thugs where my hustlers at? Say what? 

Where my thugs where my hustlers at? 

Where my thuss where my hustlers at? Say what? 

The Henny's in me, you can't change that 

Crack the blunt, roll that bitch up, where my thugs at? 

Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at 

Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at 

The Henny's in me, you can't change that 

Crack the blunt, roll that bitch up, where my thugs at? 

Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at 

Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at 

[Mag] 

Now why should locs give a fuck? 

What? Nigga my mental's stuck 

I gotta be dirty damn near all the time, strapped the fuck up 

Post the fuck up, Smoked the fuck up, locced the fuck up 

When the po po come we don't choke the fuck up, punk 

Bitch ass niggas know they can't run with me 

Real ass niggas they get it done with me 

Because they want with me 

Ha, it's just the low life I live 

Shit forever we ride, dub sac, my homey done died 

My head stays busted 

All motherfuckin day, off that Henny blessed with Alhezay 

Hey, what, gangstafied, bout it bout it til I die nigga 

Bounce to this and if you dig it press rewind 

[Treach] 

See now my thugs do the gangsta and the killin and stealin 

While my hustlers do the bankin and the dealin for millions 

My pimps be curlin, crimpin, straight pimpin and illin 

My gangsta thugs on this club on the motherfuckin realin 

See, some motherfuckers got loot to get 

It's just some motherfuckers can't shoot for shit 

So my hustlers call my thugs for the slugs for the hit 

And yeah my thugs roll and shoot in the hoop like a six 

Came from east to the west playin steelo with Beelow 

Niggas fought drinkin corpse, too much cut on the kilos 

So we took every jewel that he just bought from Tito 

Then Beelow rolled him through the desert 

Left him bleedin in Reno, without a C-note 

A section or a solid to sell it 

Ain't married fuck a ring, save the carats for rabbits 

Cuz a pimp and a thug and a hustler know 

You trick your grip, the bitch got rich and you's the hoe, woah 

[Chorus] 

[Krayzie Bone] 

You see them packin niggas goin in the club, token, smokin bud 

Ain't no security at the door so they ain't even get touched 

Now they better tear this motherfucker up 

If you one of them niggas, us 

Straight to the parkin, lift them nigga what 

We all thugged out, got on khakis, fatigues and boots 

Just watchin all the loud talkers floss they cheese and jewels 

Clean diamond rings and suits, we ain't hatin nigga we hungry 

And we'll rob your ass with the quickness if you show me the money 

Call it whatever my nigga but I call it being a thug and a hustler 

And you gotta have the nuts to be both 

And I gotta roll with the raws 

And get with the steady regardless 

Fuck, how much your bitch and how many niggas you with 

See we the ones that like to crash the party 

Drink all the forties up and disrespect every nigga in there 

Cuz we don't give a fuck (we don't) 

Just cuz I be rappin and all my records went platinum 

Don't exactly mean I had to get rid of my Thug Mentality 

But I know some niggas be fakin themselves 

That's cuz they hoes 

And when they get caught up in confrontations they be scared as hell 

Ain't nothin wrong with bein a thug, but y'all got to keep it real 

So don't you get your ass on wax tellin lies about how you live 

Now I dedicate this to my real strugglers 

Make em feel ya, fuck makin em love ya 

And y'all gon learn, them thugs and hustlers 

Hustlers, hustlers