My Hoodlums And My Thugz lyrics

Artist  : E 40 
Song : My Hoodlums And My Thugz
 


featuring Mack 10 W.C.

Intro: E
40

I pledge allegiance to the ghetto
uh
I pledge allegiance to the game uh
I
pledge allegiance to the money and the
cars
and the pussy and the bitches and the
fame
uh
*repeat*

(BEEYATCH!!!!)

Chorus:

To
all my to all my hoodlums and my thugz with their
mugs on
up in the ghetto and the hood with the
platex rubber gloves on
In the kitchen cookin
chicken, diamonds, hop and gab
Droppin off
packages and grindin outta taxicabs
Throw it
up, throw it up, throw it up ugh
Throw it up
nigga, throw it up, throw it up
Throw it up,
throw it up, throw it up (nigga)
Throw it up
nigga, throw it up, throw it
up

[WC]
Fuck talkin, I'm chalkin
niggas, best ta get ta walkin
It's The
Shadiest, Charlie Hustle and my nigga the
Chickenhawk in on
that 'throw it up throw it
up' dip, as I dips, skip with the Euro
clip
Hangin for chips on 100-spoke
whips
All I know is pussy, money and color
bandanas
and tryin to get my kids some more
chickens than Colonel Sanders
Play us by the
trigger so I'ma live by the trigger
And
rivals, seven bicthes for all my colored thug
niggas

[E-40]
???? ???? regulations in
the game, never snitch, never sang
soprano
Wild gravy, bustin kilo grams, goin
platinum, door and panel
Never dustin up,
never crackin under pressure
Seems to me I do
my time and I get out whenever, EARLY
People
say I smell like Glocks, what kind of ?car? you
got?
I tell em "Brooklyn cotch"
Johnnie
Walker, snapple lemon-squeezed and scotch is
what
I drink a nigga up under the
table
While all you powder puff niggas take
all my votes

Chorus:

To all my
hoodlums and my thugz with their mugs on
up in
the ghetto and the hood with the platex rubber
gloves on
In the kitchen cookin chicken,
diamonds, hop and gab
Droppin off packages and
grindin outta taxicabs
Throw it up, throw it
up, throw it up ugh
Throw it up nigga, throw
it up, throw it up
Throw it up, throw it up,
throw it up (nigga)
Throw it up nigga, throw
it up, throw it up

[Mack 10]
Well it's
that old Inglewood gangbang, hustlin ass
nigga
That dope game, flossin ho, bustin ass
nigga
still grindin while rhymin now up to
seven figures
Low-down, duct tapin, 2-11 lick
hitter
Hoo Bangin' sendin birds outta town on
the bus
If ya in to sellin crack, nigga fuck
with us
I got cars and a mansion with wine in
the cellar
and a bitch on my team that'll kill
when I tell her

[E-40]
Back with ninjas
so ya know
I do this for Foesum and
?Susanville?, fo' sho'
My niggas in Quentin'll
pack a bis', before I
>From Chino to Tracey to
Hatchedby to Rikers Island
Pelican Bay solid,
dat Long Park and Terminal Island
Keep on
smilin, dialin and callin connect
Cos you're
my focus, you know I'm accept
A za-, a zap
board, deuce amps
Shoot dice with, to all my
stamps
(BEEYATCH!!!!)

Chorus

[WC]
Could
it be me, or was it this chronic or Bombay
that
got me puttin it down for all my hoodlums around
the way
Lex spares, money dippin, bullet-proof
vests and sack warriors
All my street niggas,
east to the west to the souths, I can't hearin
ya

[Mack 10]
If it ain't Charlie
Hustle, it's that nigga Mack Manson
While the
G homies boogie, we keep they hoes dancin
and
we stay Lexed up wit the parlay
features
Sportin beamed-up Chucks wit the
flamed-up creases

[E-40]
I represent
the flat lands, the alley ways, the moms and
pops
The Chinese, the AK, the fiend, the
rocks
The liquor store on every corner, the
laundromat
The quick-to-run-up-on-the-nigga,
to peel my cap

Chorus

Outro:
E-40

A dollar bill y'all, a dollar bill
y'all
A getcha, a getcha, a getcha scrill
y'all
A dollar bill y'all, a dollar bill
y'all
A getcha, a getcha, a getcha scrill
y'all
A getcha scrill y'all, a dollar bill
y'all
A dollar, a dollar, a dollar bill
y'all
A dollar bill y'all, a dollar bill
y'all
A dollar, a dollar, a getcha scrill
y'all
BEEYATCH!!!

BEEYATCH!!!!!!!!!!