Shug - Nuthing But Props lyrics

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