Shirley Murdock - Thug Pa**ion lyrics

[Intro: 2Pac] Aight, new drink One part Alizé, one part Cristal Thug pa**ion, baby Y'all know what time it is This drink is guaranteed to get the p**y wet and the dick hard Now, if you with me Pour a gla** and drink with a n***a, knowhatimean? I ain't tryin' to turn you all n***as into alcohols - alcoholics I'm just tryin' to turn you into motherf**in' thugs So come and get some of this thug pa**ion, baby [Verse 1: 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 n***a like it's Heaven sent Trippin' over dead presidents They got these derelicts I throw was down with this business, tryin' to clown and get a cent And so rather, than stand forever Been thinkin' drinkin' over a felony And hell of me And how it will be in hella sh**, people tellin' me to cool out But they ain't feelin' me, a motherf**in' fool, about My f**in' cheddar cheese And it pleases, pa**ion of mine Thuggin', huggin' plenty of G's and laughin' while I pa** through times And all these ba*tards be watchin' just keep it plain I'ma keep it the same partner, just take it the simple game I can, pinkle with the rain twinklin' Diamonds and things go blinkin' Enough to hold me, 'til I'm, old and wrinklin' And these adversaries They gonna have to be worryin' Cause I'ma be illin', fulfillin' my pa**ion 'Til I'm buryin' my thug pa**ion [Hook: Jewell] I heard it's the bomb And you got it goin' on Give me some of your thug pa**ion, baby You got me drippin' wet From the way you make me sweat Give me some of your thug pa**ion, baby ohhhwow! [Verse 2: 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 fillin' up my tummy Born in a position, d**h collision was futuristic Twistin' riches, but there is only one way to make more So I'm standin' on the corner tryin' to hustle in the snow And my bigger bro, couldn't know But buy a .44, blastin' at playa haters wantin' more With a thug pa**ion [Verse 3: E.D.I. Mean] Puttin' down mashin', control by this thug's pa**ion Unlike them other bustas pistol blastin' I'm askin', what happened To the n***as who kept it real like they claim to That's what money and fame do, see they ain't true Travelin' this road my poor soul has been consolidated With all this bullsh** that I done tolerated How I made it, can be easily stated It's like my hardest bring the grip with the pa**ion, left me to f**in' greatest Load up and take sh** [Bridge: Yaki Kadafi] Make it to some high dollar gangsta sh** Jack a stack 'til we got enough bank to split [Verse 4: Storm] Creep with me, through that immortal flow Thug pa**ion got you tremblin' like d**h on the Row Make your move, so I can throw your mind a curve While I'll be blowin' up the scene, like my n***a Mr. Herb Take a toke, as your heart goes full arrest I got the bomb, so n***a, f** the rest You need a dub to get you flowin' And let that loc see smoke Feelin' the strokes of the 9 squeeze tight and slow [Hook: Jewell] I heard it's the bomb And you got it goin' on Give me some of your thug pa**ion, baby You got me drippin' wet From the way you make me sweat Give me some of your thug pa**ion, baby ohhhwow! [Verse 5: 2Pac] They say money don't make the man But damn, I'm makin' money Observin' you motherf**ers, 'cause some of you b**hes funny Say you want it but you bullsh**tin' Lickin' them lips, you got me about to act a fool quick Sippin' on some Alizé and Cristal, meanwhile Buy me a drink and get to winkin' at me, she smiles; a n***as full of pa**ion Satisfaction is everlastin' "How does it feel?" what I'm askin' While I'm rubbin' on that a** "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 d**h Row You better recognize and picture what I said so Now you can feel it, it's a portion for my n***as in motion Forever blastin', b**hes ain't ready for this thug pa**ion [Hook: Jewell w/ Ad-libs (DJ Quik talkbox)] I heard it's the bomb And you got it goin' on Give me some of your thug pa**ion, baby (Thug pa**ion) You got me drippin' wet From the way you make me sweat Give me some of your thug pa**ion, baby ohhhwow! (Thug pa**ion) I heard it's the bomb And you got it goin' on Give me some of your thug pa**ion, baby (Thug pa**ion) You got me drippin' wet From the way you make me sweat Give me some of your thug pa**ion, baby ohhhwow! (Thug pa**ion) I heard it's the bomb And you got it goin' on Give me some of your thug pa**ion, baby You got me drippin' wet From the way you make me sweat Give me some of your thug pa**ion, baby ohhhwow! I heard it's the bomb And you got it goin' on Give me some of your thug pa**ion, baby You got me drippin' wet From the way you make me sweat Give me some of your thug pa**ion, baby ohhhwow!