mellowhype – thuggin’ testo

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[left brain]
it’s that thug sh-t
yeah – all my thug b-tches, all my thug n-gg-z
it’s mellowhype, odd future wolf gang
uhh, left brain, yo
we be thuggin deep; runnin ’round the hood
like doggies in the street, you feelin froggy then leap
p-ss by the feds and its foggy in the jeep
f-ck yo’ opinion and your blog and your peeps
everybody wanna talk this and that
’til i leave your body in the alley with p-ss and rats
go ahead n-gg-, you can diss the track
face-to-face with my chrome, now diss my gat
naw i don’t play with guns, you can diss my bat
it’ll be a home run, n-gg- off wit’cha cap
cause if i pop a shot, it’ll be too loud
neighbors comin out the house f-ckin formin a crowd
jose canseco, all about my peso
stack it like lego, hot like fuego
left brain from the gang full of wolves that red
eyes bloodshot red n-gg- would you stare?

[chorus: repeat 16x]
we be thuggin

[hodgy beats]
before i try a coat, i put on my cloak
i mouthwash all you bacteria, no soap
when the situations get bad and n-gg-z start to choke
i get a little jumpy and i just might croak
presidential campaign, gettin every vote
starin the game down through my, authentic locs
beach cruise, pasadena, 250 spokes
i swear i am the truth – wanna hear me tell a joke?
i run dena with a lyrical quote
controllin n-gg-z ears like i got a remote
bring a b-tch around me and that’s all she wrote
i’m acid like the citrus when she swallow the pulp
it ain’t fashion when i’m whippin, i’m true to my religion
gettin wisdom in return with this music i be givin
i’m so sickenin – like i got the swine flu
i’m sick in my head b-tch, i got the mind flu


[hodgy beats]
h.b., ha ha~! ice cream parlor on a sunday
ice cold from monday to monday
she go both ways and my direction is one way
you can’t move me, watch me like a movie
do she really wanna do me?
“oochie wally wally” bang bang bang in jacuzzis
and if these n-gg-z don’t know who we be
in that girl coochie, get a c-l-u-e
recognize the letters, mellowhype fly
you can tell by the feathers, i’m a ball player in
any kind of weather, strike one, and you out of
my motherf-ckin house like hugh hefner
i laugh out loud, my pretty -ss proud
if you wanna find me, i’ll be in my own cloud
writin lyrics to myself, i’m my own penpal
and i make beats mothaf-cker – send now


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