[Krayzie Bone]
T-H-U-G (U-G, U-G)
T-H-U-G
[Chorus 4X: Krayzie Bone]
Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday thugs
Everyday thugs we be Bone Thugs, ahh
[Krayzie Bone]
n**** thug all day any day, even when I'm in L.A. I roll with the thugs
Better creep to the city and look for the weed spot
stop cause I gotta get bud
Wanna get a pound of that floatin stuff, some of that smoke and puff (puff)
And if you smoke enough you sure enough get P.O.D.'ed
Cleveland - it's the same thang, they out there puff M. Jane
Inhale (inhale) exhale (exhale) back on the plane
Headed to the city that's sunny all year round, that's right Miami
It's like a little planet, full of sin, well we got to have it (have it)
And I'm simply tryin to tell these m************
that we thug all day (day) we Thug always (way way)
So come to the party (party) and bring somebody (body)
And bring some weed and a tank of Bacardi (Bacardi)
It's gon' get rowdy (rowdy)
[Chorus]
[Layzie Bone]
Come and roll with the everyday thugs, stayin +Down Foe My Thang+
Stayin true to the game cause that's all I know
I'm a street n****, keep the heat n****
Gettin street figures, all night long
I gots to go get me some money
cause just like that, n**** gots to have it
It be greens or spinach or cabbage
whatever you call it can do your math
And work this magic, get on the grind
In position to be the boss
n***** can floss and talk, but I know they soft
but a n**** like me stay raw
On the D.L., cause what we sell
ain't none of nobody's business, never was
And n**** never will be
thinkin I'm broke but I'm out here filthy, feelin me?
Y'all n***** be killin me
brag about the money that you claim you makin
f*** around, catch your dumbass sleepin
then that money be up for the takin
Yeah, I bring home the bacon
and n**** that's all I'ma let you know
You already know when I stole the show
little man with the big dough run these hoes
[Chorus]
[Wish Bone]
I'm a thug, seems like every time I come out gotta prove I'm thug
Like a n**** ain't put in work, with his blood
It's gonna be the same, cause n**** gonna stay on his game
This is how we gets down, with money mayne, money mayne
Monday Tuesday Wednesdays, I mighta been chillin
Thursdays Fridays Saturday I'm out there kickin it with all my villains
Go against us, you ain't goin nowhere
Bone Thugs-N-Harmony keepin it real for St. Clair
Anybody that want it, even if it's on my mornings
I will wake up, just in case you want it
And I ain't got s*** to prove it, thirty minutes over you do it
Put it down n****, really, now move it
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
You know, we like the echo and oh
We like the Roley y'know, we like the Benz-o but oh
He the homie but no, he the enemy fo' sho'
Pull a .44 out of the holster, bust on him like real n***** supposed ta
Sticky-icky blowin brew in my leather sofa
Little n****, roll a spiritual soldier
Like Nat Turner, clap burner, murda mo murda
Murder m***********, s*** as hot as the kitchen furnace
From smokers to workers, Cleveland to Cali
Ghetto in our suburbia's, Little Bizzy stay pimp in alley
And finally the vinyl be vital, and why should I flip?
I already got the t**le, besides my vibe is the s***
It's too many sides
[Chorus - repeat until fade]
T-H-U-G (U-G, U-G)
T-H-U-G
[Chorus 4X: Krayzie Bone]
Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday thugs
Everyday thugs we be Bone Thugs, ahh
[Krayzie Bone]
n**** thug all day any day, even when I'm in L.A. I roll with the thugs
Better creep to the city and look for the weed spot
stop cause I gotta get bud
Wanna get a pound of that floatin stuff, some of that smoke and puff (puff)
And if you smoke enough you sure enough get P.O.D.'ed
Cleveland - it's the same thang, they out there puff M. Jane
Inhale (inhale) exhale (exhale) back on the plane
Headed to the city that's sunny all year round, that's right Miami
It's like a little planet, full of sin, well we got to have it (have it)
And I'm simply tryin to tell these m************
that we thug all day (day) we Thug always (way way)
So come to the party (party) and bring somebody (body)
And bring some weed and a tank of Bacardi (Bacardi)
It's gon' get rowdy (rowdy)
[Chorus]
[Layzie Bone]
Come and roll with the everyday thugs, stayin +Down Foe My Thang+
Stayin true to the game cause that's all I know
I'm a street n****, keep the heat n****
Gettin street figures, all night long
I gots to go get me some money
cause just like that, n**** gots to have it
It be greens or spinach or cabbage
whatever you call it can do your math
And work this magic, get on the grind
In position to be the boss
n***** can floss and talk, but I know they soft
but a n**** like me stay raw
On the D.L., cause what we sell
ain't none of nobody's business, never was
And n**** never will be
thinkin I'm broke but I'm out here filthy, feelin me?
Y'all n***** be killin me
brag about the money that you claim you makin
f*** around, catch your dumbass sleepin
then that money be up for the takin
Yeah, I bring home the bacon
and n**** that's all I'ma let you know
You already know when I stole the show
little man with the big dough run these hoes
[Chorus]
[Wish Bone]
I'm a thug, seems like every time I come out gotta prove I'm thug
Like a n**** ain't put in work, with his blood
It's gonna be the same, cause n**** gonna stay on his game
This is how we gets down, with money mayne, money mayne
Monday Tuesday Wednesdays, I mighta been chillin
Thursdays Fridays Saturday I'm out there kickin it with all my villains
Go against us, you ain't goin nowhere
Bone Thugs-N-Harmony keepin it real for St. Clair
Anybody that want it, even if it's on my mornings
I will wake up, just in case you want it
And I ain't got s*** to prove it, thirty minutes over you do it
Put it down n****, really, now move it
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
You know, we like the echo and oh
We like the Roley y'know, we like the Benz-o but oh
He the homie but no, he the enemy fo' sho'
Pull a .44 out of the holster, bust on him like real n***** supposed ta
Sticky-icky blowin brew in my leather sofa
Little n****, roll a spiritual soldier
Like Nat Turner, clap burner, murda mo murda
Murder m***********, s*** as hot as the kitchen furnace
From smokers to workers, Cleveland to Cali
Ghetto in our suburbia's, Little Bizzy stay pimp in alley
And finally the vinyl be vital, and why should I flip?
I already got the t**le, besides my vibe is the s***
It's too many sides
[Chorus - repeat until fade]