Me And My Nigga lyrics

f/ Thug Dogg



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[Verse 1: MGD]

Now just because I drops my shit slow and then sink with the beat

These niggas think I`m coming incomplete

But when I put that shit in Flipmode, they start running from the squad

You a busta, not Busta Rhymes so how you hard

I got that rabbit in a hat trick

That make `em step back shit

That game to make your girl turn into a track bitch

Plus, I can run it like a freaky do

And get nasty with just like a freaky hoe

And put every motherfucker on the flo`

And have them go like he a nigga what

I`m a make y`all bounce with it

Hit the green, then blow on an ounce with it

Hit the flo, with the folks on Georgia Bows, nigga while y`all bounce with it

No doubt, I just wanna turn it out

Keep bringin that shit from the dirty south

You don`t know me boy, better watch your mouth

I`m MGD, hell you talkin `bout

Nigga please, you better freeze, hit your knees

Cause you don`t want damn near none of these

I know about, then on a lot of ki`s

With more rhyme than smokes on a hundred D`s

Nigga, me and my folk gone stick together

When we come to a hole we gone hit together

We gone talk that same bullshit together

Then jump down on the same hill together, nigga what



[Chorus 4x]

Nigga, me and my folk gone stick together

When we come to a hole we gone hit together

We gone talk that same bullshit together

Then jump down on the same hill together



[Verse 1: Thug Dogg]

My nigga Mike called me and told me what was going on

Y`all actin like some hoes with the beatin, fucking sin hoes

C`mon and get it while I wanna give it to you

Before I hit the block with the ?? sendin the hundred tips to you

I knew y`all niggas was cowards

Ain`t got no heart till you gets the power

But cocaine won`t stop you bitches from feeling pain

Say my name, Thug Dogg

Don`t you feel a little bit sober

Make you wanna stop pickin up busta`s

Nigga wanna get on ya hustle

Y`all know nothing about stars (waking up)

Boy get your front niggas (breaking up)

In halves, in the streets (shaking up)

Y`all bitch niggas just ain`t take enough

Y`all makin us wanna ride on this mari- now slide over

Find out where the lab you stayin, with the fucking straps on you

I`m in it by myself, don`t need no help, now dig on we`ll be there

Heard you got them ki`s ??? now you got tied to the chair

Where they at? Where they at? Over there? Over there? Okay we outta here

I`ve been waiting on the motherfucking lick

like this right here for a couple of years



[Chorus 4x]



[Verse 2: MGD]

Let`s get on a fifth of page

Comin bigger than the hips on a glove range

Hittin harder than a motherfucking twelve gauge

Now they want some of that dirty sawed off

But fuck y`all niggas ain`t had enough

By yourself, y`all look ready to bust

Now whatcha did we ain`t trip, nothing to discuss

Which one of y`all hoes wanna fuck with us

But you a soulsin nigga, opposin nigga

When the time due on the murder, on the hold nigga

Come straight out the junk on the boating nigga

Ain`t damn y`all hoes holdin what



[Verse 2: Thug Dogg]

I either be fucked with, fucked up, or even fucked around with

If you lookin for a steady go at it ass whupping, you found it

All that mean reppin, all that fake thuggin, that don`t mean shit

Nigga see me bust your ass, my nigga, you ain`t seen shit

And y`all be running around this motherfucker

talkin bout y`all wrong and y`all right

Flexing all that bling bling, knowing y`all ain`t got it

Fuck that dark shit, you can come with, that`s all we waiting for

So when you see my dog, nigga you know it`s the best hoe



[Verse 3: MGD]

Whoa now, Godby Road, Simpson Road, Adamville

If you ain`t from where I`m from, then you don`t know how I feel



[Chorus repeat till fade]
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