Текст песни: Chorus Song + перевод

Yea you know how it be

All my thugs gon' thuggin' the streets

But let the Choir Sing

(Choir Humming)

Yea you know how it be

All 'em thugs gon' thuggin' the streets

But let the Choir Sing

(Choir Humming)

Now put your hoods on

Put your gloves on, nigga!

Ayo I gotta break these streets shit down

I’m walkin' through Town

I’m holdin' my very big 3-pound

Costumers is floodin' the kid

And it’s the first of the month

So many hands I dropped my shit

Pickin' my rocks up

I told the Fiends back off

And now I ain’t servin' none of ya’ll

Fresh Black Truck hopped in it

Tinted, Rims glissin' got a Bitch in it

Race to the finish

Nashawn straight Menace

Guineas — in my left hand

While I’m drivin' drunk which on you want

Hand-gun, Machine or the Pump?

I’ll murder you, have everybody in your crew

In Black-suit, your gril in Black vial lookin' Gorgeous

I’mma Gangsta!

Shanksta, body you fuckin' her

I ain’t lovin' her, I’m guttin' her

And you know how it be

When you comin' from and livin' in the P’s

Yea you know how it be

All my thugs gon' thuggin' the streets

But let the Choir Sing

(Choir Humming)

Yea you know how it be

All 'em thugs gon' thuggin' the streets

But let the Choir Sing

(Choir Humming)

Now put your hoods on

Put your gloves on, nigga!

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