(Spice 1)
I been thuggin` since my adolescents
All of my homies and peers tucked in the killers
And pimps perfectin` their profession
Never confessin`, or tellin` when they police possession
Snitches and bitch ass niggas pleadin` police protection
We turn the globe till the day we die (die)
Spinnin` the world on my finger like Alan Eye
Cali`s finest, real motherfuckers fo` sure
And they don`t make real niggas like us no mo`
It`s a rare breed, I been thuggin` since eighty-five (five)
At the age of fifteen, yeah my draws hella high
With a thirty-eight snub (snub) bangin` on other pushers (pushers)
I even had the t-a-tech nine in the bushes
But now I`m pushin` Cali trucks and six hundreds
stand blunted, givin` slugs to niggas who got it comin`
We ain`t ridin` for nothin` (shit) they don`t front forever thuggin`
Suckers cross the game and suffer the re-percussions
(Chorus: Kokane)
Thuggin` makes the world go, around and round
And around... mayn, thuggin` makes the world go
Thuggin` makes the world go, around and round
And around... mayn, thuggin` makes the world go
(Tray Deee)
I`ma start mine checkin` with the hard time records
Lower class known to mash born to blast any second
It`s that criminal, original, Tray Deee the imperial
Gangsta`s spit anger through your motherfuckin` stereo
Dogghouse style with the chucks and curl
Off a bottle with my motto strictly fuck the world
As I bust a pearl and the chrome at your cranium
Whoever get wounded shoulda knew where I was aimin` them
Haulin` out the set fingers seen on my neck
But no comin` fourth to court cause my team is on deck
Insane to the fullest with the bullets to prove
Ninety-nine point nine per cent of you can`t stand in my shoes
I gang bang for a hobby, murder, robbery and kidnap
And gettin` in my business, point this way you can get clapped
Now sit back and peep gangsta`s fool
Now sit back and peep gangsta`s fool
(Chorus: Kokane)
Thuggin` makes the world go, around and round
And around... mayn, thuggin` makes the world go
Thuggin` makes the world go, around and round
And around... mayn, thuggin` makes the world go
(Spice 1)
Teflon and clutsey glass, S-Class and escalade
Forty-five, calacoals, jewels and french braids
Niggas mean mug, I`m in the nature of a thug
Finna room to a tomb we boss playin` and blowin` blood
It`s West Side mental, extra mash is my mentality
Niggas bite the bullet and end up with chest cavaties
Gradually fo`-fo` gon` make niggas define gravity
Got one foot in the grave and I feelin` my angels grabbin` me (damn)
Stablishly vicious up in the game
Seen a lot of raw and uncut shit up in these sterets mayn
I Wonder If Heaven Got A Ghetto
Pac died in ninety-six and I still can`t let go
My fallen soldiers, love you niggas for stayin` real
I hope you see me thuggin` still rollin` with heat of steel (steel)
But it don`t stop (stop), money, hoes I`m still rushin`
Still high as fuck, still heat and still bustin`
(Chorus: Kokane)
Thuggin` makes the world go, around and round
And around... mayn, thuggin` makes the world go
Thuggin` makes the world go, around and round
And around... mayn, thuggin` makes the world go
Thuggin` makes the world go, around and round
And around... mayn, thuggin` makes the world go
Thuggin` makes the world go, around and round
And around... mayn, thuggin` makes the world go
