Текст песни Corporate Thuggin
[Verse 1 - Young Jeezy]
I said, Im +Corporate Thuggin+
C-T-E!!
Until the day I die, dats the way its gon be
Thug Motivation, Im bumpin in my 3
Blowin on some killa shit dat I got from Zone 3
Blowin Orange Mile, yeah we call it Tennessee
Im good in err hood, err body know me
So dont wake me up, I swear to God Im dreamin
Pray fo Uncle Ray, yeah dat nigga still beamin
Lookin fly in the cock pit, a nigga still leanin
Money out here, so a nigga still schemin
And I dont make music, but the muthafuckin critics
They dont understand cause they aint muthafuckin livin it
And I aint trippin on +The Source+, I got a muthafuckin +plug+
Keepin 5 mics, Im still a mothafuckin thug
Now, the question is - CAN A NIGGA REALLY RAP?
And they ask you - IS YOU EVA BEEN TO THE TRAP?
Bitch I make hits, you niggas waste time
And I be Goddamn if I let chu waste mine
Like change fo the betta, but Im still strapped
Trigga-happy nigga, dont make me relapse
Attitude like "Fuck It!" - they hatin anyway
And I can give a fuck what a nigga gotta say
YOU STILL TALKIN BLOW? - YOU GOD DAMN RIGH!
What else Im gon say dats my mufuckin life
I just left Jamaica Im talkin Nachos Rios
Sippin margaritas on the beach in my Adidas
Brought a few pills but dats only fo the skeezas
Used my black car but dats only fo the reefa
Wussuh! (Lets go)
[Chorus]
Not a day go by, dat I aint high
Hit the mall errday, nigga I stay fly
26 inches, yeah Im sittin up high
And Ima keep it hood, hommie dats no lie
Not a day go by, dat I aint high
Hit the mall errday, nigga I stay fly
Get it how we live, yeah we try to get by
We throw it all in the air, baby dats no lie
Wussuh!
[Verse 2 - Blood Raw]
Blood Raw! Everybody love me (Yay-Uh!!)
Blowin on Jamaica, the boy +Corporate Thuggin+
Glasses in the air, everybody toastin
Gettin fucked up nigga, everybody totin (Oooh)
Posted wit a broad, yeah she blacka then an African (Yeah)
Hair down her back, like she mixed wit Italian (Haha..)
Mamii so thick, man she look like a stallion
Introduced her to my patna - yeah its on, so whats happenin
[Verse 3 - Slick Pulla]
Whas hannin!
Dead presidents (Chyah!), brief-case full of em
Couldnt take a chance, we do it fo the love of em (Cmonn!)
Livin life fast (Yah!), we do it fo the rush of it
Rubberband stacks, we do it fo the touch of it (Okayye!)
This shit dont stop (Stop!)
Corporate Thuggin nigga till my casket drop (Yah!)
Yams in the booth did the same on the block
Dont blame me, Im just trynna get a knot (Nah!)
U-S-D-AYE!