Yeah... yeah! (Yeah... OH MY GOD~!)
[Shug]
sh** what the f**'s goin on on the Southside of Tucson
n***as gettin hit with their boots on
What'cha weak frown, put'cha heat down
Take a seat clown, or get yo' a** beat down
Cops tryin to roll on the Shugsta
n***as keep they heat, cause that ain't no good sir
Nightstalker, slick walker
Back the f** up, motherf**in sh** talker
Cause I'm comin through like a meat cleaver
Leave it to Beaver, f** a b**h then leave her
n***as rollin deep right
I got n***as on the Northside, Westside, Eastside
And they got love for me
And sh**'s vice versa, so it gets worser
For your a** bucked down, f**ed down
Stuck down, say what clown?
Them crackers don't know you
But I'm tellin you, Shug's got nuttin but props for you
[Chorus]
(I got props over here, and props over there)
I got n***as on the Northside, Westside, and Eastside
(I got love over here and love over there)
I got n***as on the Northside, Westside, and Eastside
(I got props over here, and props over there)
I got n***as on the Northside, Westside, and Eastside
(I got love over here and love over there)
I got n***as~! bu*tin but props for ya
[Shug]
n***as gettin they cap on, gettin they scrap on
And should be gettin they motherf**in mack on
They see Shug and straight hit him up
Bang bang boogie, motherf**er get 'em up
Rollin down South Park
Where the party at? sh** didn't start (right)
Fools had to act up, God damn it
I don't understand it
f** it, where's a b**h
Cause I'm a black bald motherf**er with a dick
A Southside negro
But I can go to the Northside, kick it at the Pros
Cause it ain't nuttin but love
I got homies from the Northside layin on my rig
The motherf**in Shug is straight mack
With a fat, motherf**in sack
I ain't gon' hit you up like I don't know ya
Cause the Shug's got nuttin but props for ya
[Chorus]
[Shug]
Fool I'm much blacker, f** a dirty macker
God damn saltine cracker
Shug is a negro, not a hero
Walk by my folks, I'm a zero
Turn my head up to the blacks
I hope a n***a put me flat on my back
I ain't no motherf**in gangster, black as the God damn Pitch
Tell the devil rest his head on my sh**
Take a trip to the Westside
Rollin down 29th, God damn hoo-ride
Headed towards St. Mount
Pager blowin up like hell and I keep countin
Baby want some man
To sink in them guts like God damn quicksand
Get over there, n***a named Doja
Beat it up cause I got nuttin but props for ya
I ain't gon' trip on a b**h
There's enough of us n***as in jail over that sh**
Bail on out like a G
Never get crossed up, hoes don't love me
I can give a f** 'less I told ya
Ain't got nuttin but props for ya
[Chorus] - 1.5X with ad libs