Spice 1 - Thug World lyrics

[Verse 1: Spice 1] I'm platinum while I'm gattin, now that finger's shining It's nothin to a boss to bust wit cut diamonds I'ma dig it, ya fiend for the verbals, I came to spit it Big boss like a 500 Benz to a honda civic Comin wit it, hit it, as soon as I finished, they say he sh**ted Lit it up and kept the slug from the jumps, f** a critic Y'all opinion is like a a**hole, I stick my uzi in it Windows tinted, Took a stop at the corner for some business I'ma take 7 s**as, Put 'em in a line And add 7 more s**as, Who think they can time I'ma take 7 more, Before I go for mine Now that's 21 s**as slumped at the same time Ain't no haters in here and it's leather wood on the steering We ain't trippin, Stash spot heat in the ceiling 1, 2, 3, 4 TV's and 23's You can barely see the tides, It's the chrome when it gleams In my thug world [Chorus] You can get it, you can kick it, in my thug world Hustlin and ballin till the sun go down, thug world You can get it, you can kick it, in my thug world Ballin and hustlin till the sun go down, thug world [Verse 2: Kurupt] Skis, Spread out in the gla** house Skate through the streets like ice Skates in the 68, Town rob skate Rob skate, Bounce break, Bounce make the earth quake I'ma show you n***az bout a real g, n***a Most g n***az, It's still me, n***a b**hes all around this motherf**er Don't make me have to clown this motherf**er You betta sit down in this motherf**er Cause this is my thug world, Gangsta paradise I'm all hood, n***a, I'm all ice No matter what you said, I done said it twice No matter what you said, I done said it twice Cooked on like rice, Surround like vice Kurupt motherf**er, And the b**h is a broad Even dick psychic b**hes like deon ward Thug world [Chorus] [Verse 3: Spice 1] I keep 3 b**hes wit me: Ross, Crystal, And Mary jane Mary jane, Mary jane, You know you're my everything Smoke a pound back to back to back like the lakers It's nothin like a motherf**in old school player Like the NFL, But I don't rush the quarterback I'll rush the whole thing back and i'll pick up another slack Mo chips than mandalay, Rippin representin the bay But baby keep givin me the eye like everyday Eyes like brown and skin tone coffee I'm sippin hennessy, Gettin drunker than nick nolte Straight so-soldiers, Drunk not sober Sh-shoot you in ya chest, Let ya wind free like oprah Green ones break down, We ain't f**in wit charlie brown We ain't rappin for peanuts, We want the meal tickets now Narcoleptic, Sleepin disorder, Retrospective Some n***az try to ball in the game and got intercepted We do it from dusk till dawn like tarantino Hustlin till the sun wake up, The bambino In my thug world [Chorus]