[{"id":33271632,"name":"Thugg Niggaz","trackName":"Thugg Niggaz","artistName":"Geto Boys","albumName":"Da Good Da Bad & Da Ugly","duration":330.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Thug niggas\nHahahaha\nCallin' all thug niggas (Callin' all thug niggas)\nThis shit is for y'all (Hahahaha)\nWorldwide (We do this shit)\nJust like Geto Boys (Geto Boys)\nI know y'all niggas gon' feel this shit right here\n(GB)\nWe goin' through the same thing\n\nWeapons bein' loaded and cocked, bodies drop\nGhetto niggas, they hang on the corner sellin' rocks\nFuck the cops, they brutalize the poverty-stricken\nInstitutional racism prevalent in prisons\nQuick decisions are made with precision, the blood spill\nGotta make a mill', get a house on the hill\nProtect my grill and avoid gettin' killed\nNow, if I'm layin' on the concrete with bloody pants\nLord, please give your homeboy a second chance\nBaby need a new pair of shoes and a college fund\nMy P.O. wanna know how I got a gun\nI'm in the presence of my enemies like in the Bible\nWill I see Heaven if I murder these fuckin' rivals?\nI'm havin' nightmares of niggas' final cries\nIf I die today, will I be idolized?\nI gives a fuck, you can dwell from the East to West\nAs long as you feel that South, nigga, you can bet I got\n\nNothin' but that gangsta shit to my thugs\nPuffin' on the gang of shit, smokin' love\nNiggas gangbang and shit, rub-a-dub\nNo matter what you claim and shit, throw it up\nNothin' but that gangsta shit to my thugs\nPuffin' on the gang of shit, smokin' love\nNiggas gangbang and shit, rub-a-dub\nNo matter what you claim and shit, throw it up\n\nLord, see me to the mass shit, my Islamic roots\nForgive me what I past did, hustlin' for loot\nPass the casket, lookin' at my friend in a basket\nTouch him with my lips, feelin' like he plastic\nI never seen a man cry, but my lifestyle is fear\nSittin' around, watchin' motherfuckers die\nThe faces of death, who could've predicted\n2Pac would be next? Read ghetto text\nIf you live by the sword or speak about it too much\nYou gon' die by the sword, so think about it\nDo us an injustice, you know time flies\nLife, I can't trust it, so I stay high\nSix-time felony, no one can handle me\nI'm constantly fuckin' up my family\nTo the moms, a casualty, I got love\nBut this a little gangsta shit to my thugs\n\nNothin' but that gangsta shit to my thugs\nPuffin' on the gang of shit, smokin' love\nNiggas gangbang and shit, rub-a-dub\nNo matter what you claim and shit, throw it up\nNothin' but that gangsta shit to my thugs\nPuffin' on the gang of shit, smokin' love\nNiggas gangbang and shit, rub-a-dub\nNo matter what you claim and shit, throw it up\n\nI'm a motherfuckin' thug 'til the day I die\nBorn in this world to be a rider, so I'm ridin' high\nMy bloodshot eyes coincide with my frame of mind\nForever mobbin' with my niggas from off of both sides\nIt's GB, family, fuck y'all bitch-made\nWe in the game to run the whole thing\nEternally from A to Z, bonafide thug in my blood\nPart of the ghetto, niggas runnin' when I'm uppin' metal\nI'm black devil with this shovel when I'm near, nigga\nNo fear, nigga, this is war in your ear, nigga\nRight here, nigga, real niggas representin' thugs\nWe all action, we body-baggin' (Body-baggin')\nAnd toe-taggin', your reaction is flatline\nNo pulse, straight killers\nThug niggas with no heart, thug niggas\n\nAnd that's how that shit go, nigga\nWe ain't gon' never stop doin' this shit\nI know the motherfuckers can't stand it\nWhen the goddamn Geto Boys come out\nWe gotta represent\nNiggas all over the motherfuckin' world\nWe got Geto Boys all over the world\nAnd that's why we always break shit down\nCome to motherfuckin' Martis Compound\nNigga, you fuck with us, you hoes'll get bugged, slugged\nWe'll have your motherfuckin' family members on the front row row\nGet to the kiss and hugs\nNigga, that's how I do in that shit\nDown South, motherfucker\n\nNothin' but that gangsta shit to my thugs\nPuffin' on the gang of shit, smokin' love\nNiggas gangbang and shit, rub-a-dub\nNo matter what you claim and shit, throw it up\nNothin' but that gangsta shit to my thugs\nPuffin' on the gang of shit, smokin' love\nNiggas gangbang and shit, rub-a-dub\nNo matter what you claim and shit, throw it up\n\nGet 'em up, nigga, buck-buck, represent your shit\nSmokin' weed got you fucked up, now you niggas hit\nFuck with me, nigga, what's up? Talkin' all that shit\nNow we face-to-face, motherfucker, who you with?\nAin't nobody got your back now, you in trouble\nOh, he know how to act now, huh? We in doubles\nAlways stickin' out and stomp out, nigga gettin' nervous\nAnd that stutterin' in your voice now, that's gon' get you serviced\nAin't no motherfuckin' game, nigga, disrespect\nRemember the next time, that bullshit gon' get you X'd\nDo your thang, but don't you ever trade\nDon't you ever switch, if you get caught, then don't you ever snitch\nIf you do, then you's a bitch, full of shit\nLocks a hole in you, pop a hole in a ho, nigga\n\nNothin' but that gangsta shit to my thugs\nPuffin' on the gang of shit, smokin' love\nNiggas gangbang and shit, rub-a-dub\nNo matter what you claim and shit, throw it up\nNothin' but that gangsta shit to my thugs\nPuffin' on the gang of shit, smokin' love\nNiggas gangbang and shit, rub-a-dub\nNo matter what you claim and shit, throw it up\n\nSmokin' love, show me love\nChuck it up, smokin' bud\nChuck it up, showin' love\nTo my thugs, chuck it up, smokin' bud\nDo your thing, nigga, what?\nChuck it up, do your thing\nChuck it up, toss it up\nThug, do your thang, thang, toss it up\nGot some bud, chuck it up, showin' love\nTo my thugs, chuck it up, smokin' bud\nDo your thing, nigga, what?\nIt's the","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Thugg Niggaz\n  artist: Geto Boys\n  album: Da Good Da Bad & Da Ugly\n  duration_ms: 330000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Thug niggas\n  Hahahaha\n  Callin' all thug niggas (Callin' all thug niggas)\n  This shit is for y'all (Hahahaha)\n  Worldwide (We do this shit)\n  Just like Geto Boys (Geto Boys)\n  I know y'all niggas gon' feel this shit right here\n  (GB)\n  We goin' through the same thing\n\n  Weapons bein' loaded and cocked, bodies drop\n  Ghetto niggas, they hang on the corner sellin' rocks\n  Fuck the cops, they brutalize the poverty-stricken\n  Institutional racism prevalent in prisons\n  Quick decisions are made with precision, the blood spill\n  Gotta make a mill', get a house on the hill\n  Protect my grill and avoid gettin' killed\n  Now, if I'm layin' on the concrete with bloody pants\n  Lord, please give your homeboy a second chance\n  Baby need a new pair of shoes and a college fund\n  My P.O. wanna know how I got a gun\n  I'm in the presence of my enemies like in the Bible\n  Will I see Heaven if I murder these fuckin' rivals?\n  I'm havin' nightmares of niggas' final cries\n  If I die today, will I be idolized?\n  I gives a fuck, you can dwell from the East to West\n  As long as you feel that South, nigga, you can bet I got\n\n  Nothin' but that gangsta shit to my thugs\n  Puffin' on the gang of shit, smokin' love\n  Niggas gangbang and shit, rub-a-dub\n  No matter what you claim and shit, throw it up\n  Nothin' but that gangsta shit to my thugs\n  Puffin' on the gang of shit, smokin' love\n  Niggas gangbang and shit, rub-a-dub\n  No matter what you claim and shit, throw it up\n\n  Lord, see me to the mass shit, my Islamic roots\n  Forgive me what I past did, hustlin' for loot\n  Pass the casket, lookin' at my friend in a basket\n  Touch him with my lips, feelin' like he plastic\n  I never seen a man cry, but my lifestyle is fear\n  Sittin' around, watchin' motherfuckers die\n  The faces of death, who could've predicted\n  2Pac would be next? Read ghetto text\n  If you live by the sword or speak about it too much\n  You gon' die by the sword, so think about it\n  Do us an injustice, you know time flies\n  Life, I can't trust it, so I stay high\n  Six-time felony, no one can handle me\n  I'm constantly fuckin' up my family\n  To the moms, a casualty, I got love\n  But this a little gangsta shit to my thugs\n\n  Nothin' but that gangsta shit to my thugs\n  Puffin' on the gang of shit, smokin' love\n  Niggas gangbang and shit, rub-a-dub\n  No matter what you claim and shit, throw it up\n  Nothin' but that gangsta shit to my thugs\n  Puffin' on the gang of shit, smokin' love\n  Niggas gangbang and shit, rub-a-dub\n  No matter what you claim and shit, throw it up\n\n  I'm a motherfuckin' thug 'til the day I die\n  Born in this world to be a rider, so I'm ridin' high\n  My bloodshot eyes coincide with my frame of mind\n  Forever mobbin' with my niggas from off of both sides\n  It's GB, family, fuck y'all bitch-made\n  We in the game to run the whole thing\n  Eternally from A to Z, bonafide thug in my blood\n  Part of the ghetto, niggas runnin' when I'm uppin' metal\n  I'm black devil with this shovel when I'm near, nigga\n  No fear, nigga, this is war in your ear, nigga\n  Right here, nigga, real niggas representin' thugs\n  We all action, we body-baggin' (Body-baggin')\n  And toe-taggin', your reaction is flatline\n  No pulse, straight killers\n  Thug niggas with no heart, thug niggas\n\n  And that's how that shit go, nigga\n  We ain't gon' never stop doin' this shit\n  I know the motherfuckers can't stand it\n  When the goddamn Geto Boys come out\n  We gotta represent\n  Niggas all over the motherfuckin' world\n  We got Geto Boys all over the world\n  And that's why we always break shit down\n  Come to motherfuckin' Martis Compound\n  Nigga, you fuck with us, you hoes'll get bugged, slugged\n  We'll have your motherfuckin' family members on the front row row\n  Get to the kiss and hugs\n  Nigga, that's how I do in that shit\n  Down South, motherfucker\n\n  Nothin' but that gangsta shit to my thugs\n  Puffin' on the gang of shit, smokin' love\n  Niggas gangbang and shit, rub-a-dub\n  No matter what you claim and shit, throw it up\n  Nothin' but that gangsta shit to my thugs\n  Puffin' on the gang of shit, smokin' love\n  Niggas gangbang and shit, rub-a-dub\n  No matter what you claim and shit, throw it up\n\n  Get 'em up, nigga, buck-buck, represent your shit\n  Smokin' weed got you fucked up, now you niggas hit\n  Fuck with me, nigga, what's up? Talkin' all that shit\n  Now we face-to-face, motherfucker, who you with?\n  Ain't nobody got your back now, you in trouble\n  Oh, he know how to act now, huh? We in doubles\n  Always stickin' out and stomp out, nigga gettin' nervous\n  And that stutterin' in your voice now, that's gon' get you serviced\n  Ain't no motherfuckin' game, nigga, disrespect\n  Remember the next time, that bullshit gon' get you X'd\n  Do your thang, but don't you ever trade\n  Don't you ever switch, if you get caught, then don't you ever snitch\n  If you do, then you's a bitch, full of shit\n  Locks a hole in you, pop a hole in a ho, nigga\n\n  Nothin' but that gangsta shit to my thugs\n  Puffin' on the gang of shit, smokin' love\n  Niggas gangbang and shit, rub-a-dub\n  No matter what you claim and shit, throw it up\n  Nothin' but that gangsta shit to my thugs\n  Puffin' on the gang of shit, smokin' love\n  Niggas gangbang and shit, rub-a-dub\n  No matter what you claim and shit, throw it up\n\n  Smokin' love, show me love\n  Chuck it up, smokin' bud\n  Chuck it up, showin' love\n  To my thugs, chuck it up, smokin' bud\n  Do your thing, nigga, what?\n  Chuck it up, do your thing\n  Chuck it up, toss it up\n  Thug, do your thang, thang, toss it up\n  Got some bud, chuck it up, showin' love\n  To my thugs, chuck it up, smokin' bud\n  Do your thing, nigga, what?\n  It's the\n"},{"id":36032795,"name":"Thugg Niggaz","trackName":"Thugg Niggaz","artistName":"Geto Boys","albumName":"Da Good Da Bad & Da Ugly Screwed","duration":343.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Thug niggas\nHahahaha\nCallin' all thug niggas (Callin' all thug niggas)\nThis shit is for y'all (Hahahaha)\nWorldwide (We do this shit)\nJust like Geto Boys (Geto Boys)\nI know y'all niggas gon' feel this shit right here\n(GB)\nWe goin' through the same thing\n\nWeapons bein' loaded and cocked, bodies drop\nGhetto niggas, they hang on the corner sellin' rocks\nFuck the cops, they brutalize the poverty-stricken\nInstitutional racism prevalent in prisons\nQuick decisions are made with precision, the blood spill\nGotta make a mill', get a house on the hill\nProtect my grill and avoid gettin' killed\nNow, if I'm layin' on the concrete with bloody pants\nLord, please give your homeboy a second chance\nBaby need a new pair of shoes and a college fund\nMy P.O. wanna know how I got a gun\nI'm in the presence of my enemies like in the Bible\nWill I see Heaven if I murder these fuckin' rivals?\nI'm havin' nightmares of niggas' final cries\nIf I die today, will I be idolized?\nI gives a fuck, you can dwell from the East to West\nAs long as you feel that South, nigga, you can bet I got\n\nNothin' but that gangsta shit to my thugs\nPuffin' on the gang of shit, smokin' love\nNiggas gangbang and shit, rub-a-dub\nNo matter what you claim and shit, throw it up\nNothin' but that gangsta shit to my thugs\nPuffin' on the gang of shit, smokin' love\nNiggas gangbang and shit, rub-a-dub\nNo matter what you claim and shit, throw it up\n\nLord, see me to the mass shit, my Islamic roots\nForgive me what I past did, hustlin' for loot\nPass the casket, lookin' at my friend in a basket\nTouch him with my lips, feelin' like he plastic\nI never seen a man cry, but my lifestyle is fear\nSittin' around, watchin' motherfuckers die\nThe faces of death, who could've predicted\n2Pac would be next? Read ghetto text\nIf you live by the sword or speak about it too much\nYou gon' die by the sword, so think about it\nDo us an injustice, you know time flies\nLife, I can't trust it, so I stay high\nSix-time felony, no one can handle me\nI'm constantly fuckin' up my family\nTo the moms, a casualty, I got love\nBut this a little gangsta shit to my thugs\n\nNothin' but that gangsta shit to my thugs\nPuffin' on the gang of shit, smokin' love\nNiggas gangbang and shit, rub-a-dub\nNo matter what you claim and shit, throw it up\nNothin' but that gangsta shit to my thugs\nPuffin' on the gang of shit, smokin' love\nNiggas gangbang and shit, rub-a-dub\nNo matter what you claim and shit, throw it up\n\nI'm a motherfuckin' thug 'til the day I die\nBorn in this world to be a rider, so I'm ridin' high\nMy bloodshot eyes coincide with my frame of mind\nForever mobbin' with my niggas from off of both sides\nIt's GB, family, fuck y'all bitch-made\nWe in the game to run the whole thing\nEternally from A to Z, bonafide thug in my blood\nPart of the ghetto, niggas runnin' when I'm uppin' metal\nI'm black devil with this shovel when I'm near, nigga\nNo fear, nigga, this is war in your ear, nigga\nRight here, nigga, real niggas representin' thugs\nWe all action, we body-baggin' (Body-baggin')\nAnd toe-taggin', your reaction is flatline\nNo pulse, straight killers\nThug niggas with no heart, thug niggas\n\nAnd that's how that shit go, nigga\nWe ain't gon' never stop doin' this shit\nI know the motherfuckers can't stand it\nWhen the goddamn Geto Boys come out\nWe gotta represent\nNiggas all over the motherfuckin' world\nWe got Geto Boys all over the world\nAnd that's why we always break shit down\nCome to motherfuckin' Martis Compound\nNigga, you fuck with us, you hoes'll get bugged, slugged\nWe'll have your motherfuckin' family members on the front row row\nGet to the kiss and hugs\nNigga, that's how I do in that shit\nDown South, motherfucker\n\nNothin' but that gangsta shit to my thugs\nPuffin' on the gang of shit, smokin' love\nNiggas gangbang and shit, rub-a-dub\nNo matter what you claim and shit, throw it up\nNothin' but that gangsta shit to my thugs\nPuffin' on the gang of shit, smokin' love\nNiggas gangbang and shit, rub-a-dub\nNo matter what you claim and shit, throw it up\n\nGet 'em up, nigga, buck-buck, represent your shit\nSmokin' weed got you fucked up, now you niggas hit\nFuck with me, nigga, what's up? Talkin' all that shit\nNow we face-to-face, motherfucker, who you with?\nAin't nobody got your back now, you in trouble\nOh, he know how to act now, huh? We in doubles\nAlways stickin' out and stomp out, nigga gettin' nervous\nAnd that stutterin' in your voice now, that's gon' get you serviced\nAin't no motherfuckin' game, nigga, disrespect\nRemember the next time, that bullshit gon' get you X'd\nDo your thang, but don't you ever trade\nDon't you ever switch, if you get caught, then don't you ever snitch\nIf you do, then you's a bitch, full of shit\nLocks a hole in you, pop a hole in a ho, nigga\n\nNothin' but that gangsta shit to my thugs\nPuffin' on the gang of shit, smokin' love\nNiggas gangbang and shit, rub-a-dub\nNo matter what you claim and shit, throw it up\nNothin' but that gangsta shit to my thugs\nPuffin' on the gang of shit, smokin' love\nNiggas gangbang and shit, rub-a-dub\nNo matter what you claim and shit, throw it up\n\nSmokin' love, show me love\nChuck it up, smokin' bud\nChuck it up, showin' love\nTo my thugs, chuck it up, smokin' bud\nDo your thing, nigga, what?\nChuck it up, do your thing\nChuck it up, toss it up\nThug, do your thang, thang, toss it up\nGot some bud, chuck it up, showin' love\nTo my thugs, chuck it up, smokin' bud\nDo your thing, nigga, what?\nIt's the","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Thugg Niggaz\n  artist: Geto Boys\n  album: Da Good Da Bad & Da Ugly Screwed\n  duration_ms: 343000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Thug niggas\n  Hahahaha\n  Callin' all thug niggas (Callin' all thug niggas)\n  This shit is for y'all (Hahahaha)\n  Worldwide (We do this shit)\n  Just like Geto Boys (Geto Boys)\n  I know y'all niggas gon' feel this shit right here\n  (GB)\n  We goin' through the same thing\n\n  Weapons bein' loaded and cocked, bodies drop\n  Ghetto niggas, they hang on the corner sellin' rocks\n  Fuck the cops, they brutalize the poverty-stricken\n  Institutional racism prevalent in prisons\n  Quick decisions are made with precision, the blood spill\n  Gotta make a mill', get a house on the hill\n  Protect my grill and avoid gettin' killed\n  Now, if I'm layin' on the concrete with bloody pants\n  Lord, please give your homeboy a second chance\n  Baby need a new pair of shoes and a college fund\n  My P.O. wanna know how I got a gun\n  I'm in the presence of my enemies like in the Bible\n  Will I see Heaven if I murder these fuckin' rivals?\n  I'm havin' nightmares of niggas' final cries\n  If I die today, will I be idolized?\n  I gives a fuck, you can dwell from the East to West\n  As long as you feel that South, nigga, you can bet I got\n\n  Nothin' but that gangsta shit to my thugs\n  Puffin' on the gang of shit, smokin' love\n  Niggas gangbang and shit, rub-a-dub\n  No matter what you claim and shit, throw it up\n  Nothin' but that gangsta shit to my thugs\n  Puffin' on the gang of shit, smokin' love\n  Niggas gangbang and shit, rub-a-dub\n  No matter what you claim and shit, throw it up\n\n  Lord, see me to the mass shit, my Islamic roots\n  Forgive me what I past did, hustlin' for loot\n  Pass the casket, lookin' at my friend in a basket\n  Touch him with my lips, feelin' like he plastic\n  I never seen a man cry, but my lifestyle is fear\n  Sittin' around, watchin' motherfuckers die\n  The faces of death, who could've predicted\n  2Pac would be next? Read ghetto text\n  If you live by the sword or speak about it too much\n  You gon' die by the sword, so think about it\n  Do us an injustice, you know time flies\n  Life, I can't trust it, so I stay high\n  Six-time felony, no one can handle me\n  I'm constantly fuckin' up my family\n  To the moms, a casualty, I got love\n  But this a little gangsta shit to my thugs\n\n  Nothin' but that gangsta shit to my thugs\n  Puffin' on the gang of shit, smokin' love\n  Niggas gangbang and shit, rub-a-dub\n  No matter what you claim and shit, throw it up\n  Nothin' but that gangsta shit to my thugs\n  Puffin' on the gang of shit, smokin' love\n  Niggas gangbang and shit, rub-a-dub\n  No matter what you claim and shit, throw it up\n\n  I'm a motherfuckin' thug 'til the day I die\n  Born in this world to be a rider, so I'm ridin' high\n  My bloodshot eyes coincide with my frame of mind\n  Forever mobbin' with my niggas from off of both sides\n  It's GB, family, fuck y'all bitch-made\n  We in the game to run the whole thing\n  Eternally from A to Z, bonafide thug in my blood\n  Part of the ghetto, niggas runnin' when I'm uppin' metal\n  I'm black devil with this shovel when I'm near, nigga\n  No fear, nigga, this is war in your ear, nigga\n  Right here, nigga, real niggas representin' thugs\n  We all action, we body-baggin' (Body-baggin')\n  And toe-taggin', your reaction is flatline\n  No pulse, straight killers\n  Thug niggas with no heart, thug niggas\n\n  And that's how that shit go, nigga\n  We ain't gon' never stop doin' this shit\n  I know the motherfuckers can't stand it\n  When the goddamn Geto Boys come out\n  We gotta represent\n  Niggas all over the motherfuckin' world\n  We got Geto Boys all over the world\n  And that's why we always break shit down\n  Come to motherfuckin' Martis Compound\n  Nigga, you fuck with us, you hoes'll get bugged, slugged\n  We'll have your motherfuckin' family members on the front row row\n  Get to the kiss and hugs\n  Nigga, that's how I do in that shit\n  Down South, motherfucker\n\n  Nothin' but that gangsta shit to my thugs\n  Puffin' on the gang of shit, smokin' love\n  Niggas gangbang and shit, rub-a-dub\n  No matter what you claim and shit, throw it up\n  Nothin' but that gangsta shit to my thugs\n  Puffin' on the gang of shit, smokin' love\n  Niggas gangbang and shit, rub-a-dub\n  No matter what you claim and shit, throw it up\n\n  Get 'em up, nigga, buck-buck, represent your shit\n  Smokin' weed got you fucked up, now you niggas hit\n  Fuck with me, nigga, what's up? Talkin' all that shit\n  Now we face-to-face, motherfucker, who you with?\n  Ain't nobody got your back now, you in trouble\n  Oh, he know how to act now, huh? We in doubles\n  Always stickin' out and stomp out, nigga gettin' nervous\n  And that stutterin' in your voice now, that's gon' get you serviced\n  Ain't no motherfuckin' game, nigga, disrespect\n  Remember the next time, that bullshit gon' get you X'd\n  Do your thang, but don't you ever trade\n  Don't you ever switch, if you get caught, then don't you ever snitch\n  If you do, then you's a bitch, full of shit\n  Locks a hole in you, pop a hole in a ho, nigga\n\n  Nothin' but that gangsta shit to my thugs\n  Puffin' on the gang of shit, smokin' love\n  Niggas gangbang and shit, rub-a-dub\n  No matter what you claim and shit, throw it up\n  Nothin' but that gangsta shit to my thugs\n  Puffin' on the gang of shit, smokin' love\n  Niggas gangbang and shit, rub-a-dub\n  No matter what you claim and shit, throw it up\n\n  Smokin' love, show me love\n  Chuck it up, smokin' bud\n  Chuck it up, showin' love\n  To my thugs, chuck it up, smokin' bud\n  Do your thing, nigga, what?\n  Chuck it up, do your thing\n  Chuck it up, toss it up\n  Thug, do your thang, thang, toss it up\n  Got some bud, chuck it up, showin' love\n  To my thugs, chuck it up, smokin' bud\n  Do your thing, nigga, what?\n  It's the\n"}]