T.I. - That's What I Thought lyrics

[Intro: T.I.] n***a that's what I thought, I thought Ay, ay, ay, ay Yeah p**y n***a that's what I thought, I thought [Chorus: T.I.] Better go on with that bullsh**, we know you ain't doin sh** Walkin round, talkin loud, still ain't got into it yet We be on that hood sh**, you know how we do it b**h n***a walk up to a b**h, n***a tell 'em you a b**h And you flaw (you flaw) and you soft (you soft) Yeah p**y n***a that's what I thought Ay, ay you flaw (you flaw) and you soft (you soft) Yeah p**y n***a that's what I thought [T.I.] Ay, I was the n***a with the tool out, right in front the schoolhouse Then the bigger n***a fail a**a**in, what it do now? Catch him let him have it, n***a best be glad I cooled out A fool wit it, hit a n***a hood, make him move out Yeah, n***a know it ain't no hoe enough Try Thursday night and Friday sh** you go to blowin up Better catch a clip on that block[?] Chevy go to showin up Sho' 'nuff we at your do' and on ya a** soon as it open up n***a twice as old as us, knew we was 'bout that action too Up and down the avenue, walkin wit a attitude Try whoever ready for whatever, it don't matter dude Best be on your P's and Q's cause never know what Cap'll do He kept a n***a on the news, he a fool wit it Nowadays it's different, I don't understand how dude get Computer doin it, makin threats over the internet Talkin 'bout what you gon' do and you ain't did it yet! [Chorus] [Mac Boney] Yeah that's what I thought, and that's what I was thinkin You know Boney be on point, especially when I'm drinkin I play a hater smooth to the left side, pimpin off of Westside And I don't take light to all the square types, I'm 'bout mine Stomp a n***a a** like I'm tryin to mix some red wine Be all on yo' a** like a canine, rewind I start to bring the fists out, then I brought the pistols out Runnin through the spot, you done brought the brown n***az out Finger itchin now, should you get the bigger picture now I want him out, a hater to get raw I will air him out Think about, every single thing that you care about Stare down the barrel of my bad news carrier The more the merrier, a group of s**ers watch me tear 'em up The boss said hurry up, while I go crank the McClaren up You haters scared of us, cause we known to make a cherry bust You not prepared for us, we done came into yo' area [Chorus] [k**er Mike] Gilla k**er from the villa, Westside go-rilla Go realer than these country-a** monkey-a** n***az These funky-a** n***az, a**wipe how I treat 'em f** n***a how I greet 'em, first I beat 'em 'til they feed 'em Might shoot 'em, might leak 'em, funerals I might preach 'em right befo' I six feet 'em - you already know the story bruh Call the coroner, this s**er dead meat I ain't never scared p**y n***a, I just dead beef Eat it like Angus, sticky Cali bud, knock a plug out your an*s If I aim higher leave yo' monkey-a** brainless Front page constitution, damn I make a f** n***a famous f** n***a famous! Now the call the governor, the mayor and the chief of the police Tell 'em homicide is high ridin, I'm back on they street Then, call the traffic gangstas and the s**ers talkin lip Tell 'em bang bang bang if a n***a speak on Tip [Chorus]