Thug Passion

Intro: 2Pac Aight, new drink One part Alize one part Cristal Thugs Passion baby Y'all know what time it is This drink is Guaranteed to get the pussy wet and the dick hard Now if ya with me Pour a glass and drink with a nigga Know what I mean? I ain't trying to turn you all niggas into alcohols Alcoholics (ha ha) I'm just trying to turn you into muthafuckin thugs So come and get some of this thug passion Baby Verse One: Dramacydal I could pull out the drink And be good 'till it's relavent but I'm a straight solider, I'll roll up a nigga Like its Heaven sent Tripping over dead presidents They got these derelicts I throw was down with this business Tryin' 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 some other shit People telling me to cool out But they ain't feeling me A mutha fuckin fool 'bout My fuckin cheddar cheese And it pleases, passion of mine Thuggin huggin plenty of G's And laughing while I pass through times And all thes back stabbers be watchin Just keep it plain I'm a keep it the same partner Just take it the simple game I can pinkle with the rain twinkling Diamonds and thangs go plinklin Enough to hold me, til' I'm, old and wrinklin And These adversaries They gonna have to be worrying Cuz I'm a be illing Fufillin my Passion Till I'm burryin' My Thug Passion Chorus: Jewell I heard it's the bomb And you got it going on Give me some of your Thug Passion Babby You got me dripping wet From the way you make me sweat Give me some of your Thug Passion Babby Owwowwwowwww Verse Two: Dramacydal Now what if me Turn this Henessee Into a robbery The Prophecy probably suddenly Switch and How it supposed to be? And Dirty money Can't be evil cuz it's filling up my tummy see Born in a position Death collision Was futuristic Twisting riches But there is only one way to make mo' So I'm standing on the corner Trying to hustle in the snow And My bigga bro Couldn't know But buy a four four Blasting at playa hating Wantin' mo' With a Thug Passion Verse Three: 2Pac Putting down mashin' Control by this Thug's Passion Unlike them other bustas pistol blastin' I'm asking, What Happened? To the niggas who kept it real Like they claim to That's when I bang do See thang true Traveling this road my poor soul Has been consolidated With all this bullshit I done tolerated How I made it Can easily stated It's like my heart be gripped with the Passion To be the fucking greatest Load up and take shit (Dramacydal) Make this to some high dollar gangster shit Jack a stack till we got enought bank to split Verse Four: Storm Creep with me Through that Imortal flow Thug Passion got you tremblin' Like Death on the Row Make your move So I can throw your mind a curve While i'll be blowin up tha scene Like my nigga Mr. Herb Take a toke As your heart goes full arrest I got tha bomb So nigga, fuck tha rest Ya need a 3rd to get ya flowin' And let that loc see smoke Feelin' tha strokes of tha nine squeeze tight and slow Chorus Verse Five: 2Pac They say money don't make tha man But damn i'm makin' money Observin' you muthafuckers Cause some of you bitches funny Say you want it But you bullshitin' Lickin' them lips You got me about to act a fool quick Sippin' on some Alize and Cristal, meanwhile Buy me a drink And get to winking at me She smiles A niggas full of passion Satisfaction is everlastin' How does it feel? What i'm askin' While i'm rubbin' on that ass Why you laughin'? See, i'm diggin' as if i'm curious Full blown and furious Baby get a grip When I be doin' 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 potion for my niggas in motion Forever blastin' Bitches ain't ready for this Thug Passion Chorus 4X