(feat. Bun B)    We thug it up [x4]    [Bun B]  Well I'ma saucy ass super throwed  Southern style gumbo  Pimp, I eat jumbo  Shrimp, make a dumb ho  Limp, cause her back broke up  Your back in the track, that poke up  Pay for the sack, the bag smoked up  Now that's gangsta, live in effect  Crystal clear, gots to keep your pistol here  (Why?) Cause Texas don't play  Don't smile, don't joke  We stay for a lick, act frog and get croaked  With a buck, blast, buck, blast your toothless  And then they say, damn they ruthless  Northside, Southside, we don't care  We don't say no to money  Too busy sayin, "YEAAA!"  Lift candy to schools, weddings, malls  Million dollar concerts, and ho's in the walls  All haters better peep like Tom  Cause my clique, my city, shit even my baby momma    [Chorus]  We gonna thug it up  Everyday of the month, anything I swang  Got to have bang in the trunk  We gonna thug it up  Til I'm dead in gone, everythang I drive  Got to be sitting on chrome  We gonna thug it up  Like a underground king, drop screens  Byzletine, and my crease styled jeans  We gonna thug it up    [E.S.G.]  Man thug it up, thug it up, wha? wha?  Man I'ma thug it up  Escalade, dub it up  B.G. gettin' paid  Big mouth, thug it up  Might as well, shut it up  Get outta line, slug it up  Codine in the cup  Diamonds bling, priceless cuts  What's up this year?  They say the rap game changed  No more rappin bout cars, and iced out chains  Boys must be insane  Real hustlers go on and get it  How the hell you gonna live it?  Money shorter then a midget  Better get some more digits  To talk about this  No more cousin, R Kelly, see walking to this  East coast to West, Mid-West to Tex  Independent, Grammy-Nominated, Now what's next?  Dirty south, give respect  We started them slangs  Screaming "Parkin-lot Niggas"   Sippin' Syrup with Bang  Big flames, stained panes  We ain't new to this game  R.I.P. Dj Screw  This for the thug in you man!    [Chorus]  We gonna thug it up  Everyday of the month, anythang I swang  Got to have bang in the trunk  We gonna thug it up  Til I'm dead in gone, everythang I drive  Got to be sitting on chrome  We gonna thug it up  Like a underground king, drop screens  Byzletine, and my crease styled jeans  We gonna thug it up    [Slim Thug]  Slim Thug gonna thug it up, I'ma, I'ma, I'ma  I'ma thug it up  With E.S.G. and Bun B  Sippin on some Dun-P  In a stretch RV  Come see, the three  Best that never rest  Thugged out ??   With white tee's on my chest  "O yes!" Slim Thug change the code in the club  Cause when I pull up on dubbs  I get nothing but love  I hit the bar  Make the whole crowd think I'ma star  Cause I blow mo' on doe  Then you blow on your car  By far, fo sho' I'm the opposite of Po  The most ghetto boy ya know   In a six double O  I move slow, and sit low  On a 84 elbow  Spit flow, on the floor  Trunk open and close  We some Texas boys  With candy Lexus toys  Drive wreckless outta bars  When we come out hard  Give us our card  Hater's ya mouth, plug it up  Cause me, E.S.G, and Bun B gonna thug it up     [Chorus]  We gonna thug it up  Everyday of the month, anythang I swang  Got to have bang in the trunk  We gonna thug it up  Til I'm dead in gone, everythang I drive  Got to be sitting on chrome  We gonna thug it up  Like a underground king, drop screens  Byzletine, and my crease styled jeans  We gonna thug it up, thug it up  We gonna thug it up, thug it up    Thug it up