[{"id":15178760,"name":"Written on Ya Kitten","trackName":"Written on Ya Kitten","artistName":"Naughty by Nature","albumName":"Written on Ya Kitten","duration":261.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Oh Lord, have mercy, come again, come again\nI'm makin' other people's pussycats max if your nookie\nThat's good for your voice, plump, trump and moist\nRub me where you love me, face to waist, I'm taster's choice\nPlenty, many ladies try to pay me, though lady\nI got the motts but worse, I cost a lot baby, baby\nKitty kat hittin' kid from the corner on a quest to rest in your nest\nStraight from my shower to your sauna, yup!\nNext crew, this ain't no Pepé Le Pew\nThis is what we do, ménage à trois we do\nToo mean, too mad, too much to handle\nName is written like a mark and lit that kitten with a candle\nAnd if ya go court on that have a rate court stuff\nCome take a shortcut to Fort Nuts!\nMany praise the way we play\nWell, you know, what can I say?\nHit 'em low!\n\nOh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me? (Hopin' she's open, G)\nOh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me?\n\nOn and on, I coulda sworn I saw puddy cat\nCity titty cat, witty, pretty cat\nOh where the hell is kitty cat\nPretty patter craps, then I lick her paw, looks like a thicker broad\nThick as a brick, time to pick her draws\nNow every time her waterfall flows\nI'm at the tip of her toes, goin' \"Yo, GERONIMO!\"\nGot my name written in missiles\nCapitals, lower-case, show your face, cursive and big initials\nI mow the lawn every season, call me Mr. Green Thumb\n'Cause I'm pushin' bushes, givin' mean ones\nCook up the stew and keep steppin'\nI started another life with your wife after we met at y'all reception\nI saw your thing down in the ditches\nNow she does kev, does head, the dirty laundry, plus the dishes\nBefore the hittin', throw on your mitten\nAnd don't stop stickin' until it's written on her kitten\n\nOh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me? (Hopin' she's open, G)\nOh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me?\n\nHallelujah! Hip Hop Hooray!\nI'm up six hours early, it's a kitten hittin' day\nThe dog catcher doesn't speak, his moves switches\n'Cause I catch the pussycat and he catches all the bitches\nI go for cats, plus I ball hard\n'Cause you can never get the purr or the fur from a bulldog\nSo I'm back for the cat, give up the nappy, skat\nSo I can take a cat nap\nOh yeah, I like my pussycat deep\nSo if she's tired or sleep, I have some place to soak my feet\nI see some lookin' for a bigger knot, what a nigga got\nJust make sure there's satin sheets in your litter box\nThat's when they hit us with our props\nMake sure the room is hot and locked\nWith \"Gangsta Bitch\" in the boombox\nI hit it chill and leave happily\nAnd if somebody knocks it after me, there'll be a catastrophe\nYou don't ever let me get a little bit\nFor the kibbles 'n bits, I hit for nipples and tits! (Nipples and tits!)\nAlways do the hittin' with a lubricated mitten\nSome do lickin', stickin' just to get it written on a kitten\n\nOh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me? (Hopin' she's open, G)\nOh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me?\n\nOh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me? (Hopin' she's open, G)\nOh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Written on Ya Kitten\n  artist: Naughty by Nature\n  album: Written on Ya Kitten\n  duration_ms: 261000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Oh Lord, have mercy, come again, come again\n  I'm makin' other people's pussycats max if your nookie\n  That's good for your voice, plump, trump and moist\n  Rub me where you love me, face to waist, I'm taster's choice\n  Plenty, many ladies try to pay me, though lady\n  I got the motts but worse, I cost a lot baby, baby\n  Kitty kat hittin' kid from the corner on a quest to rest in your nest\n  Straight from my shower to your sauna, yup!\n  Next crew, this ain't no Pepé Le Pew\n  This is what we do, ménage à trois we do\n  Too mean, too mad, too much to handle\n  Name is written like a mark and lit that kitten with a candle\n  And if ya go court on that have a rate court stuff\n  Come take a shortcut to Fort Nuts!\n  Many praise the way we play\n  Well, you know, what can I say?\n  Hit 'em low!\n\n  Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me? (Hopin' she's open, G)\n  Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me?\n\n  On and on, I coulda sworn I saw puddy cat\n  City titty cat, witty, pretty cat\n  Oh where the hell is kitty cat\n  Pretty patter craps, then I lick her paw, looks like a thicker broad\n  Thick as a brick, time to pick her draws\n  Now every time her waterfall flows\n  I'm at the tip of her toes, goin' \"Yo, GERONIMO!\"\n  Got my name written in missiles\n  Capitals, lower-case, show your face, cursive and big initials\n  I mow the lawn every season, call me Mr. Green Thumb\n  'Cause I'm pushin' bushes, givin' mean ones\n  Cook up the stew and keep steppin'\n  I started another life with your wife after we met at y'all reception\n  I saw your thing down in the ditches\n  Now she does kev, does head, the dirty laundry, plus the dishes\n  Before the hittin', throw on your mitten\n  And don't stop stickin' until it's written on her kitten\n\n  Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me? (Hopin' she's open, G)\n  Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me?\n\n  Hallelujah! Hip Hop Hooray!\n  I'm up six hours early, it's a kitten hittin' day\n  The dog catcher doesn't speak, his moves switches\n  'Cause I catch the pussycat and he catches all the bitches\n  I go for cats, plus I ball hard\n  'Cause you can never get the purr or the fur from a bulldog\n  So I'm back for the cat, give up the nappy, skat\n  So I can take a cat nap\n  Oh yeah, I like my pussycat deep\n  So if she's tired or sleep, I have some place to soak my feet\n  I see some lookin' for a bigger knot, what a nigga got\n  Just make sure there's satin sheets in your litter box\n  That's when they hit us with our props\n  Make sure the room is hot and locked\n  With \"Gangsta Bitch\" in the boombox\n  I hit it chill and leave happily\n  And if somebody knocks it after me, there'll be a catastrophe\n  You don't ever let me get a little bit\n  For the kibbles 'n bits, I hit for nipples and tits! (Nipples and tits!)\n  Always do the hittin' with a lubricated mitten\n  Some do lickin', stickin' just to get it written on a kitten\n\n  Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me? (Hopin' she's open, G)\n  Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me?\n\n  Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me? (Hopin' she's open, G)\n  Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me?\n"},{"id":31731071,"name":"Written on Ya Kitten (instrumental)","trackName":"Written on Ya Kitten (instrumental)","artistName":"Naughty by Nature","albumName":"Written on Ya Kitten","duration":258.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Oh Lord, have mercy, come again, come again\nI'm makin' other people's pussycats max if your nookie\nThat's good for your voice, plump, trump and moist\nRub me where you love me, face to waist, I'm taster's choice\nPlenty, many ladies try to pay me, though lady\nI got the motts but worse, I cost a lot baby, baby\nKitty kat hittin' kid from the corner on a quest to rest in your nest\nStraight from my shower to your sauna, yup!\nNext crew, this ain't no Pepé Le Pew\nThis is what we do, ménage à trois we do\nToo mean, too mad, too much to handle\nName is written like a mark and lit that kitten with a candle\nAnd if ya go court on that have a rate court stuff\nCome take a shortcut to Fort Nuts!\nMany praise the way we play\nWell, you know, what can I say?\nHit 'em low!\n\nOh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me? (Hopin' she's open, G)\nOh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me?\n\nOn and on, I coulda sworn I saw puddy cat\nCity titty cat, witty, pretty cat\nOh where the hell is kitty cat\nPretty patter craps, then I lick her paw, looks like a thicker broad\nThick as a brick, time to pick her draws\nNow every time her waterfall flows\nI'm at the tip of her toes, goin' \"Yo, GERONIMO!\"\nGot my name written in missiles\nCapitals, lower-case, show your face, cursive and big initials\nI mow the lawn every season, call me Mr. Green Thumb\n'Cause I'm pushin' bushes, givin' mean ones\nCook up the stew and keep steppin'\nI started another life with your wife after we met at y'all reception\nI saw your thing down in the ditches\nNow she does kev, does head, the dirty laundry, plus the dishes\nBefore the hittin', throw on your mitten\nAnd don't stop stickin' until it's written on her kitten\n\nOh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me? (Hopin' she's open, G)\nOh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me?\n\nHallelujah! Hip Hop Hooray!\nI'm up six hours early, it's a kitten hittin' day\nThe dog catcher doesn't speak, his moves switches\n'Cause I catch the pussycat and he catches all the bitches\nI go for cats, plus I ball hard\n'Cause you can never get the purr or the fur from a bulldog\nSo I'm back for the cat, give up the nappy, skat\nSo I can take a cat nap\nOh yeah, I like my pussycat deep\nSo if she's tired or sleep, I have some place to soak my feet\nI see some lookin' for a bigger knot, what a nigga got\nJust make sure there's satin sheets in your litter box\nThat's when they hit us with our props\nMake sure the room is hot and locked\nWith \"Gangsta Bitch\" in the boombox\nI hit it chill and leave happily\nAnd if somebody knocks it after me, there'll be a catastrophe\nYou don't ever let me get a little bit\nFor the kibbles 'n bits, I hit for nipples and tits! (Nipples and tits!)\nAlways do the hittin' with a lubricated mitten\nSome do lickin', stickin' just to get it written on a kitten\n\nOh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me? (Hopin' she's open, G)\nOh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me?\n\nOh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me? (Hopin' she's open, G)\nOh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Written on Ya Kitten (instrumental)\n  artist: Naughty by Nature\n  album: Written on Ya Kitten\n  duration_ms: 258000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Oh Lord, have mercy, come again, come again\n  I'm makin' other people's pussycats max if your nookie\n  That's good for your voice, plump, trump and moist\n  Rub me where you love me, face to waist, I'm taster's choice\n  Plenty, many ladies try to pay me, though lady\n  I got the motts but worse, I cost a lot baby, baby\n  Kitty kat hittin' kid from the corner on a quest to rest in your nest\n  Straight from my shower to your sauna, yup!\n  Next crew, this ain't no Pepé Le Pew\n  This is what we do, ménage à trois we do\n  Too mean, too mad, too much to handle\n  Name is written like a mark and lit that kitten with a candle\n  And if ya go court on that have a rate court stuff\n  Come take a shortcut to Fort Nuts!\n  Many praise the way we play\n  Well, you know, what can I say?\n  Hit 'em low!\n\n  Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me? (Hopin' she's open, G)\n  Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me?\n\n  On and on, I coulda sworn I saw puddy cat\n  City titty cat, witty, pretty cat\n  Oh where the hell is kitty cat\n  Pretty patter craps, then I lick her paw, looks like a thicker broad\n  Thick as a brick, time to pick her draws\n  Now every time her waterfall flows\n  I'm at the tip of her toes, goin' \"Yo, GERONIMO!\"\n  Got my name written in missiles\n  Capitals, lower-case, show your face, cursive and big initials\n  I mow the lawn every season, call me Mr. Green Thumb\n  'Cause I'm pushin' bushes, givin' mean ones\n  Cook up the stew and keep steppin'\n  I started another life with your wife after we met at y'all reception\n  I saw your thing down in the ditches\n  Now she does kev, does head, the dirty laundry, plus the dishes\n  Before the hittin', throw on your mitten\n  And don't stop stickin' until it's written on her kitten\n\n  Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me? (Hopin' she's open, G)\n  Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me?\n\n  Hallelujah! Hip Hop Hooray!\n  I'm up six hours early, it's a kitten hittin' day\n  The dog catcher doesn't speak, his moves switches\n  'Cause I catch the pussycat and he catches all the bitches\n  I go for cats, plus I ball hard\n  'Cause you can never get the purr or the fur from a bulldog\n  So I'm back for the cat, give up the nappy, skat\n  So I can take a cat nap\n  Oh yeah, I like my pussycat deep\n  So if she's tired or sleep, I have some place to soak my feet\n  I see some lookin' for a bigger knot, what a nigga got\n  Just make sure there's satin sheets in your litter box\n  That's when they hit us with our props\n  Make sure the room is hot and locked\n  With \"Gangsta Bitch\" in the boombox\n  I hit it chill and leave happily\n  And if somebody knocks it after me, there'll be a catastrophe\n  You don't ever let me get a little bit\n  For the kibbles 'n bits, I hit for nipples and tits! (Nipples and tits!)\n  Always do the hittin' with a lubricated mitten\n  Some do lickin', stickin' just to get it written on a kitten\n\n  Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me? (Hopin' she's open, G)\n  Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me?\n\n  Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me? (Hopin' she's open, G)\n  Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me?\n"},{"id":9750081,"name":"Written on Ya Kitten (instrumental)","trackName":"Written on Ya Kitten (instrumental)","artistName":"Naughty by Nature","albumName":"Written on Ya Kitten","duration":262.36,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Oh Lord, have mercy, come again, come again\nI'm makin' other people's pussycats max if your nookie\nThat's good for your voice, plump, trump and moist\nRub me where you love me, face to waist, I'm taster's choice\nPlenty, many ladies try to pay me, though lady\nI got the motts but worse, I cost a lot baby, baby\nKitty kat hittin' kid from the corner on a quest to rest in your nest\nStraight from my shower to your sauna, yup!\nNext crew, this ain't no Pepé Le Pew\nThis is what we do, ménage à trois we do\nToo mean, too mad, too much to handle\nName is written like a mark and lit that kitten with a candle\nAnd if ya go court on that have a rate court stuff\nCome take a shortcut to Fort Nuts!\nMany praise the way we play\nWell, you know, what can I say?\nHit 'em low!\n\nOh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me? (Hopin' she's open, G)\nOh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me?\n\nOn and on, I coulda sworn I saw puddy cat\nCity titty cat, witty, pretty cat\nOh where the hell is kitty cat\nPretty patter craps, then I lick her paw, looks like a thicker broad\nThick as a brick, time to pick her draws\nNow every time her waterfall flows\nI'm at the tip of her toes, goin' \"Yo, GERONIMO!\"\nGot my name written in missiles\nCapitals, lower-case, show your face, cursive and big initials\nI mow the lawn every season, call me Mr. Green Thumb\n'Cause I'm pushin' bushes, givin' mean ones\nCook up the stew and keep steppin'\nI started another life with your wife after we met at y'all reception\nI saw your thing down in the ditches\nNow she does kev, does head, the dirty laundry, plus the dishes\nBefore the hittin', throw on your mitten\nAnd don't stop stickin' until it's written on her kitten\n\nOh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me? (Hopin' she's open, G)\nOh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me?\n\nHallelujah! Hip Hop Hooray!\nI'm up six hours early, it's a kitten hittin' day\nThe dog catcher doesn't speak, his moves switches\n'Cause I catch the pussycat and he catches all the bitches\nI go for cats, plus I ball hard\n'Cause you can never get the purr or the fur from a bulldog\nSo I'm back for the cat, give up the nappy, skat\nSo I can take a cat nap\nOh yeah, I like my pussycat deep\nSo if she's tired or sleep, I have some place to soak my feet\nI see some lookin' for a bigger knot, what a nigga got\nJust make sure there's satin sheets in your litter box\nThat's when they hit us with our props\nMake sure the room is hot and locked\nWith \"Gangsta Bitch\" in the boombox\nI hit it chill and leave happily\nAnd if somebody knocks it after me, there'll be a catastrophe\nYou don't ever let me get a little bit\nFor the kibbles 'n bits, I hit for nipples and tits! (Nipples and tits!)\nAlways do the hittin' with a lubricated mitten\nSome do lickin', stickin' just to get it written on a kitten\n\nOh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me? (Hopin' she's open, G)\nOh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me?\n\nOh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me? (Hopin' she's open, G)\nOh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Written on Ya Kitten (instrumental)\n  artist: Naughty by Nature\n  album: Written on Ya Kitten\n  duration_ms: 262360\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Oh Lord, have mercy, come again, come again\n  I'm makin' other people's pussycats max if your nookie\n  That's good for your voice, plump, trump and moist\n  Rub me where you love me, face to waist, I'm taster's choice\n  Plenty, many ladies try to pay me, though lady\n  I got the motts but worse, I cost a lot baby, baby\n  Kitty kat hittin' kid from the corner on a quest to rest in your nest\n  Straight from my shower to your sauna, yup!\n  Next crew, this ain't no Pepé Le Pew\n  This is what we do, ménage à trois we do\n  Too mean, too mad, too much to handle\n  Name is written like a mark and lit that kitten with a candle\n  And if ya go court on that have a rate court stuff\n  Come take a shortcut to Fort Nuts!\n  Many praise the way we play\n  Well, you know, what can I say?\n  Hit 'em low!\n\n  Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me? (Hopin' she's open, G)\n  Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me?\n\n  On and on, I coulda sworn I saw puddy cat\n  City titty cat, witty, pretty cat\n  Oh where the hell is kitty cat\n  Pretty patter craps, then I lick her paw, looks like a thicker broad\n  Thick as a brick, time to pick her draws\n  Now every time her waterfall flows\n  I'm at the tip of her toes, goin' \"Yo, GERONIMO!\"\n  Got my name written in missiles\n  Capitals, lower-case, show your face, cursive and big initials\n  I mow the lawn every season, call me Mr. Green Thumb\n  'Cause I'm pushin' bushes, givin' mean ones\n  Cook up the stew and keep steppin'\n  I started another life with your wife after we met at y'all reception\n  I saw your thing down in the ditches\n  Now she does kev, does head, the dirty laundry, plus the dishes\n  Before the hittin', throw on your mitten\n  And don't stop stickin' until it's written on her kitten\n\n  Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me? (Hopin' she's open, G)\n  Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me?\n\n  Hallelujah! Hip Hop Hooray!\n  I'm up six hours early, it's a kitten hittin' day\n  The dog catcher doesn't speak, his moves switches\n  'Cause I catch the pussycat and he catches all the bitches\n  I go for cats, plus I ball hard\n  'Cause you can never get the purr or the fur from a bulldog\n  So I'm back for the cat, give up the nappy, skat\n  So I can take a cat nap\n  Oh yeah, I like my pussycat deep\n  So if she's tired or sleep, I have some place to soak my feet\n  I see some lookin' for a bigger knot, what a nigga got\n  Just make sure there's satin sheets in your litter box\n  That's when they hit us with our props\n  Make sure the room is hot and locked\n  With \"Gangsta Bitch\" in the boombox\n  I hit it chill and leave happily\n  And if somebody knocks it after me, there'll be a catastrophe\n  You don't ever let me get a little bit\n  For the kibbles 'n bits, I hit for nipples and tits! (Nipples and tits!)\n  Always do the hittin' with a lubricated mitten\n  Some do lickin', stickin' just to get it written on a kitten\n\n  Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me? (Hopin' she's open, G)\n  Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me?\n\n  Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me? (Hopin' she's open, G)\n  Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me?\n"},{"id":36562539,"name":"Written on Ya Kitten","trackName":"Written on Ya Kitten","artistName":"Naughty by Nature","albumName":"Written on Ya Kitten/Klickow-Klickow","duration":262.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Oh Lord, have mercy, come again, come again\nI'm makin' other people's pussycats max if your nookie\nThat's good for your voice, plump, trump and moist\nRub me where you love me, face to waist, I'm taster's choice\nPlenty, many ladies try to pay me, though lady\nI got the motts but worse, I cost a lot baby, baby\nKitty kat hittin' kid from the corner on a quest to rest in your nest\nStraight from my shower to your sauna, yup!\nNext crew, this ain't no Pepé Le Pew\nThis is what we do, ménage à trois we do\nToo mean, too mad, too much to handle\nName is written like a mark and lit that kitten with a candle\nAnd if ya go court on that have a rate court stuff\nCome take a shortcut to Fort Nuts!\nMany praise the way we play\nWell, you know, what can I say?\nHit 'em low!\n\nOh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me? (Hopin' she's open, G)\nOh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me?\n\nOn and on, I coulda sworn I saw puddy cat\nCity titty cat, witty, pretty cat\nOh where the hell is kitty cat\nPretty patter craps, then I lick her paw, looks like a thicker broad\nThick as a brick, time to pick her draws\nNow every time her waterfall flows\nI'm at the tip of her toes, goin' \"Yo, GERONIMO!\"\nGot my name written in missiles\nCapitals, lower-case, show your face, cursive and big initials\nI mow the lawn every season, call me Mr. Green Thumb\n'Cause I'm pushin' bushes, givin' mean ones\nCook up the stew and keep steppin'\nI started another life with your wife after we met at y'all reception\nI saw your thing down in the ditches\nNow she does kev, does head, the dirty laundry, plus the dishes\nBefore the hittin', throw on your mitten\nAnd don't stop stickin' until it's written on her kitten\n\nOh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me? (Hopin' she's open, G)\nOh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me?\n\nHallelujah! Hip Hop Hooray!\nI'm up six hours early, it's a kitten hittin' day\nThe dog catcher doesn't speak, his moves switches\n'Cause I catch the pussycat and he catches all the bitches\nI go for cats, plus I ball hard\n'Cause you can never get the purr or the fur from a bulldog\nSo I'm back for the cat, give up the nappy, skat\nSo I can take a cat nap\nOh yeah, I like my pussycat deep\nSo if she's tired or sleep, I have some place to soak my feet\nI see some lookin' for a bigger knot, what a nigga got\nJust make sure there's satin sheets in your litter box\nThat's when they hit us with our props\nMake sure the room is hot and locked\nWith \"Gangsta Bitch\" in the boombox\nI hit it chill and leave happily\nAnd if somebody knocks it after me, there'll be a catastrophe\nYou don't ever let me get a little bit\nFor the kibbles 'n bits, I hit for nipples and tits! (Nipples and tits!)\nAlways do the hittin' with a lubricated mitten\nSome do lickin', stickin' just to get it written on a kitten\n\nOh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me? (Hopin' she's open, G)\nOh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me?\n\nOh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me? 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(Hopin' she's open, G)\n[01:14.39] Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me?\n[01:18.08] On and on, I coulda sworn I saw puddy cat\n[01:20.97] City titty cat, witty, pretty cat\n[01:21.78] Oh where the hell is kitty cat\n[01:24.86] Pretty patter craps, then I lick her paw, looks like a thicker broad\n[01:27.32] Thick as a brick, time to pick her draws\n[01:28.92] Now every time her waterfall flows\n[01:30.95] I'm at the tip of her toes, goin' \"Yo, GERONIMO!\"\n[01:34.84] Got my name written in missiles\n[01:36.88] Capitals, lower-case, show your face, cursive and big initials\n[01:38.95] I mow the lawn every season, call me Mr. Green Thumb\n[01:42.30] 'Cause I'm pushin' bushes, givin' mean ones\n[01:44.23] Cook up the stew and keep steppin'\n[01:45.48] I started another life with your wife after we met at y'all reception\n[01:49.73] I saw your thing down in the ditches\n[01:51.98] Now she does kev, does head, the dirty laundry, plus the dishes\n[01:54.85] Before the hittin', throw on your mitten\n[01:56.54] And don't stop stickin' until it's written on her kitten\n[01:59.37] Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me? (Hopin' she's open, G)\n[02:04.67] Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me?\n[02:09.56] Hallelujah! Hip Hop Hooray!\n[02:12.06] I'm up six hours early, it's a kitten hittin' day\n[02:15.36] The dog catcher doesn't speak, his moves switches\n[02:17.36] 'Cause I catch the pussycat and he catches all the bitches\n[02:20.47] I go for cats, plus I ball hard\n[02:22.22] 'Cause you can never get the purr or the fur from a bulldog\n[02:25.60] So I'm back for the cat, give up the nappy, skat\n[02:27.53] So I can take a cat nap\n[02:30.66] Oh yeah, I like my pussycat deep\n[02:32.95] So if she's tired or sleep, I have some place to soak my feet\n[02:35.59] I see some lookin' for a bigger knot, what a nigga got\n[02:38.53] Just make sure there's satin sheets in your litter box\n[02:41.03] That's when they hit us with our props\n[02:41.35] Make sure the room is hot and locked\n[02:44.31] With \"Gangsta Bitch\" in the boombox\n[02:45.88] I hit it chill and leave happily\n[02:47.98] And if somebody knocks it after me, there'll be a catastrophe\n[02:50.93] You don't ever let me get a little bit\n[02:53.33] For the kibbles 'n bits, I hit for nipples and tits! 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(Hopin' she's open, G)\n  Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me?\n\n  On and on, I coulda sworn I saw puddy cat\n  City titty cat, witty, pretty cat\n  Oh where the hell is kitty cat\n  Pretty patter craps, then I lick her paw, looks like a thicker broad\n  Thick as a brick, time to pick her draws\n  Now every time her waterfall flows\n  I'm at the tip of her toes, goin' \"Yo, GERONIMO!\"\n  Got my name written in missiles\n  Capitals, lower-case, show your face, cursive and big initials\n  I mow the lawn every season, call me Mr. Green Thumb\n  'Cause I'm pushin' bushes, givin' mean ones\n  Cook up the stew and keep steppin'\n  I started another life with your wife after we met at y'all reception\n  I saw your thing down in the ditches\n  Now she does kev, does head, the dirty laundry, plus the dishes\n  Before the hittin', throw on your mitten\n  And don't stop stickin' until it's written on her kitten\n\n  Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me? (Hopin' she's open, G)\n  Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me?\n\n  Hallelujah! Hip Hop Hooray!\n  I'm up six hours early, it's a kitten hittin' day\n  The dog catcher doesn't speak, his moves switches\n  'Cause I catch the pussycat and he catches all the bitches\n  I go for cats, plus I ball hard\n  'Cause you can never get the purr or the fur from a bulldog\n  So I'm back for the cat, give up the nappy, skat\n  So I can take a cat nap\n  Oh yeah, I like my pussycat deep\n  So if she's tired or sleep, I have some place to soak my feet\n  I see some lookin' for a bigger knot, what a nigga got\n  Just make sure there's satin sheets in your litter box\n  That's when they hit us with our props\n  Make sure the room is hot and locked\n  With \"Gangsta Bitch\" in the boombox\n  I hit it chill and leave happily\n  And if somebody knocks it after me, there'll be a catastrophe\n  You don't ever let me get a little bit\n  For the kibbles 'n bits, I hit for nipples and tits! 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(Hopin' she's open, G)\nOh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me?\n\nOn and on, I coulda sworn I saw puddy cat\nCity titty cat, witty, pretty cat\nOh where the hell is kitty cat\nPretty patter craps, then I lick her paw, looks like a thicker broad\nThick as a brick, time to pick her draws\nNow every time her waterfall flows\nI'm at the tip of her toes, goin' \"Yo, GERONIMO!\"\nGot my name written in missiles\nCapitals, lower-case, show your face, cursive and big initials\nI mow the lawn every season, call me Mr. Green Thumb\n'Cause I'm pushin' bushes, givin' mean ones\nCook up the stew and keep steppin'\nI started another life with your wife after we met at y'all reception\nI saw your thing down in the ditches\nNow she does kev, does head, the dirty laundry, plus the dishes\nBefore the hittin', throw on your mitten\nAnd don't stop stickin' until it's written on her kitten\n\nOh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me? (Hopin' she's open, G)\nOh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me?\n\nHallelujah! Hip Hop Hooray!\nI'm up six hours early, it's a kitten hittin' day\nThe dog catcher doesn't speak, his moves switches\n'Cause I catch the pussycat and he catches all the bitches\nI go for cats, plus I ball hard\n'Cause you can never get the purr or the fur from a bulldog\nSo I'm back for the cat, give up the nappy, skat\nSo I can take a cat nap\nOh yeah, I like my pussycat deep\nSo if she's tired or sleep, I have some place to soak my feet\nI see some lookin' for a bigger knot, what a nigga got\nJust make sure there's satin sheets in your litter box\nThat's when they hit us with our props\nMake sure the room is hot and locked\nWith \"Gangsta Bitch\" in the boombox\nI hit it chill and leave happily\nAnd if somebody knocks it after me, there'll be a catastrophe\nYou don't ever let me get a little bit\nFor the kibbles 'n bits, I hit for nipples and tits! (Nipples and tits!)\nAlways do the hittin' with a lubricated mitten\nSome do lickin', stickin' just to get it written on a kitten\n\nOh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me? (Hopin' she's open, G)\nOh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me?\n\nOh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me? 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(Hopin' she's open, G)\n  Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me?\n\n  On and on, I coulda sworn I saw puddy cat\n  City titty cat, witty, pretty cat\n  Oh where the hell is kitty cat\n  Pretty patter craps, then I lick her paw, looks like a thicker broad\n  Thick as a brick, time to pick her draws\n  Now every time her waterfall flows\n  I'm at the tip of her toes, goin' \"Yo, GERONIMO!\"\n  Got my name written in missiles\n  Capitals, lower-case, show your face, cursive and big initials\n  I mow the lawn every season, call me Mr. Green Thumb\n  'Cause I'm pushin' bushes, givin' mean ones\n  Cook up the stew and keep steppin'\n  I started another life with your wife after we met at y'all reception\n  I saw your thing down in the ditches\n  Now she does kev, does head, the dirty laundry, plus the dishes\n  Before the hittin', throw on your mitten\n  And don't stop stickin' until it's written on her kitten\n\n  Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me? (Hopin' she's open, G)\n  Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me?\n\n  Hallelujah! Hip Hop Hooray!\n  I'm up six hours early, it's a kitten hittin' day\n  The dog catcher doesn't speak, his moves switches\n  'Cause I catch the pussycat and he catches all the bitches\n  I go for cats, plus I ball hard\n  'Cause you can never get the purr or the fur from a bulldog\n  So I'm back for the cat, give up the nappy, skat\n  So I can take a cat nap\n  Oh yeah, I like my pussycat deep\n  So if she's tired or sleep, I have some place to soak my feet\n  I see some lookin' for a bigger knot, what a nigga got\n  Just make sure there's satin sheets in your litter box\n  That's when they hit us with our props\n  Make sure the room is hot and locked\n  With \"Gangsta Bitch\" in the boombox\n  I hit it chill and leave happily\n  And if somebody knocks it after me, there'll be a catastrophe\n  You don't ever let me get a little bit\n  For the kibbles 'n bits, I hit for nipples and tits! (Nipples and tits!)\n  Always do the hittin' with a lubricated mitten\n  Some do lickin', stickin' just to get it written on a kitten\n\n  Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me? (Hopin' she's open, G)\n  Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me?\n\n  Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me? (Hopin' she's open, G)\n  Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me?\n"},{"id":9750080,"name":"Written on Ya Kitten (QDIII radio edit)","trackName":"Written on Ya Kitten (QDIII radio edit)","artistName":"Naughty by Nature","albumName":"Written on Ya Kitten","duration":235.36,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"L-Burna (Layzie Bone)\nMiscellaneous\nThug By Nature\n(L-Burna)\nI'm callin' my shots just how I see it, believe it\nMy nigga, I G it\nGot a few things that's on my mind\nSo nigga gon' listen up while I free it\nWhatever's needed, I'ma get it\nAnd if I wanna get weeded, I'ma hit it\nAll of these dramas, niggas ain't sayin' they did it\nLil Lay commited (damn right)\nNiggas is bucklin' up under pressure\nNevertheless still screamin' they thugs\nIf crap don't work for the number 1\nI'm packin' my heat, sellin' more drugs\nAin't a damn thing ceasin, if my bankroll decreasin'\nOpen up shop at the first of the month\nnigga, continue my creepin' on a come up\nuntil I'm done up, dead and gone\nYou can look at my life and call me bad\nBut nigga, you read me wrong\nAnd, nigga, I be head over heels 'til I get fifty mill or mo'\nIf it's this dough these niggas wanna kill me for\nWell I refuse to be broke\nI'm contemplatin' murder on the government\nDesporito be the motto\nAll shit be hard to swallow be ready for war if you follow\nAtend hut, two, three, fo'\nSoldiers get your paper\nNigga, you die if you a hater\nTake it from a thug by nature, by nature\n\nCause I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature, yeah, yeah\n(Gotta keep thuggin', we're thuggin', thuggin', thuggin')\n(Livin' the life of a thug, thug, thug)\n\n(L-Burna)\nNow, it's a few rules to the game\nBy now, I'm thinkin' everybody should know\nNumber one when you get your paper\nDon't go around trickin' it off on these ho's\nGod bein' a thug ain't nothin' easy\nNow, when you rollin' in a Benz\nEverybody be out for your ends\nYou really don't know who the fuck your friends\nAnd paranoia might overrule ya\nBut look to the future, don't blink\nNigga, and your ship might sink\nEndin' up dead or in the clink\nAnd it take a raw dog\nMothafucka, to stay on top of the pile\nNow, I got a style and you got a style\nBut is the weight gon' pull you down?\nNot me, I'm blowin' pounds\nI see a cloud that's how I do it\nPicture me rollin' thru a city near you\nAnd stayin' true to it\nNigga, you seen me in the video\nI know you seen me at the bar\nSeen my diamonds glisten and shinnin'\nAnd you thinkin' I'm a star\nBut nigga, by far I'm just a thug\nMission sharper than a razor\nWhen you on the go, lil' Lay gon' take ya\nI'm a thug by nature, by nature\n\nCause I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature, yeah, yeah\n(Gotta keep thuggin', we're thuggin', thuggin', thuggin')\n(Livin' the life of a thug, thug, thug)\n\n(L-Burna)\nRoll, come and roll with me\nAs I take you on a journey thru my hood, mothafucka!\nYou can hear the police sirens blazin'\nAfter these niggas that's paper chasin'\nThrowin' house parties in the basement\nHow niggas doin' it in the wasteland\nNigga, get down and dirty quickly\nReally, did he wanna commit that crime?\nOne for all my nigga, we had to grind\nWe had to get down for our crimes\nMental mindstate about money\nMurder and bitches, to say the less\nEven I know it ain't good to stress\nThese wicked streets really a test for all niggas\nMy niggas, y'all niggas be ready to ball\nNiggas ready for war for when we call niggas\nTalkin' about them raw niggas\nThrow your fist up take a chance\nNiggas is hustlin' out here, gettin' it\nWhat you tryin' to do, I did it\nHow you tryin' to live, I done lived it\nI only be fuckin' around with major moves\nNiggas done heard the stories\nIf your shit ain't tight then I played you fools\nYou losin' to get the glory\nThat's straight up and down\nNigga, pound for pound, round for round\nWe can make this happen\nNiggas be snappin', guarenteed satisfaction\nBringin' y'all nothin' but action\nNigga this here is what the game made me\nBut Layzie, I'm just a thug, and that's the thang to be, to be\nNigga this here is what the game made me, made me\nI'm just a thug, and that's the thang to be, to be\n\nCause I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature, yeah, yeah\n(Gotta keep thuggin', we're thuggin', thuggin', thuggin')\n(Livin' the life of a thug, thug, thug)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Written on Ya Kitten (QDIII radio edit)\n  artist: Naughty by Nature\n  album: Written on Ya Kitten\n  duration_ms: 235360\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  L-Burna (Layzie Bone)\n  Miscellaneous\n  Thug By Nature\n  (L-Burna)\n  I'm callin' my shots just how I see it, believe it\n  My nigga, I G it\n  Got a few things that's on my mind\n  So nigga gon' listen up while I free it\n  Whatever's needed, I'ma get it\n  And if I wanna get weeded, I'ma hit it\n  All of these dramas, niggas ain't sayin' they did it\n  Lil Lay commited (damn 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thug)\n\n  (L-Burna)\n  Now, it's a few rules to the game\n  By now, I'm thinkin' everybody should know\n  Number one when you get your paper\n  Don't go around trickin' it off on these ho's\n  God bein' a thug ain't nothin' easy\n  Now, when you rollin' in a Benz\n  Everybody be out for your ends\n  You really don't know who the fuck your friends\n  And paranoia might overrule ya\n  But look to the future, don't blink\n  Nigga, and your ship might sink\n  Endin' up dead or in the clink\n  And it take a raw dog\n  Mothafucka, to stay on top of the pile\n  Now, I got a style and you got a style\n  But is the weight gon' pull you down?\n  Not me, I'm blowin' pounds\n  I see a cloud that's how I do it\n  Picture me rollin' thru a city near you\n  And stayin' true to it\n  Nigga, you seen me in the video\n  I know you seen me at the bar\n  Seen my diamonds glisten and shinnin'\n  And you thinkin' I'm a star\n  But nigga, by far I'm just a thug\n  Mission sharper than a razor\n  When you on the go, lil' Lay gon' take ya\n  I'm a thug by nature, by nature\n\n  Cause I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature, yeah, yeah\n  (Gotta keep thuggin', we're thuggin', thuggin', thuggin')\n  (Livin' the life of a thug, thug, thug)\n\n  (L-Burna)\n  Roll, come and roll with me\n  As I take you on a journey thru my hood, mothafucka!\n  You can hear the police sirens blazin'\n  After these niggas that's paper chasin'\n  Throwin' house parties in the basement\n  How niggas doin' it in the wasteland\n  Nigga, get down and dirty quickly\n  Really, did he wanna commit that crime?\n  One for all my nigga, we had to grind\n  We had to get down for our crimes\n  Mental mindstate about money\n  Murder and bitches, to say the less\n  Even I know it ain't good to stress\n  These wicked streets really a test for all niggas\n  My niggas, y'all niggas be ready to ball\n  Niggas ready for war for when we call niggas\n  Talkin' about them raw niggas\n  Throw your fist up take a chance\n  Niggas is 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for\nWell I refuse to be broke\nI'm contemplatin' murder on the government\nDesporito be the motto\nAll shit be hard to swallow be ready for war if you follow\nAtend hut, two, three, fo'\nSoldiers get your paper\nNigga, you die if you a hater\nTake it from a thug by nature, by nature\n\nCause I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature, yeah, yeah\n(Gotta keep thuggin', we're thuggin', thuggin', thuggin')\n(Livin' the life of a thug, thug, thug)\n\n(L-Burna)\nNow, it's a few rules to the game\nBy now, I'm thinkin' everybody should know\nNumber one when you get your paper\nDon't go around trickin' it off on these ho's\nGod bein' a thug ain't nothin' easy\nNow, when you rollin' in a Benz\nEverybody be out for your ends\nYou really don't know who the fuck your friends\nAnd paranoia might overrule ya\nBut look to the future, don't blink\nNigga, and your ship might sink\nEndin' up dead or in the clink\nAnd it take a raw dog\nMothafucka, to stay on top of the pile\nNow, I got a style and you got a style\nBut is the weight gon' pull you down?\nNot me, I'm blowin' pounds\nI see a cloud that's how I do it\nPicture me rollin' thru a city near you\nAnd stayin' true to it\nNigga, you seen me in the video\nI know you seen me at the bar\nSeen my diamonds glisten and shinnin'\nAnd you thinkin' I'm a star\nBut nigga, by far I'm just a thug\nMission sharper than a razor\nWhen you on the go, lil' Lay gon' take ya\nI'm a thug by nature, by nature\n\nCause I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature, yeah, yeah\n(Gotta keep thuggin', we're thuggin', thuggin', thuggin')\n(Livin' the life of a thug, thug, thug)\n\n(L-Burna)\nRoll, come and roll with me\nAs I take you on a journey thru my hood, mothafucka!\nYou can hear the police sirens blazin'\nAfter these niggas that's paper chasin'\nThrowin' house parties in the basement\nHow niggas doin' it in the wasteland\nNigga, get down and dirty quickly\nReally, did he wanna commit that crime?\nOne for all my nigga, we had to grind\nWe had to get down for our 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the first of the month\n  nigga, continue my creepin' on a come up\n  until I'm done up, dead and gone\n  You can look at my life and call me bad\n  But nigga, you read me wrong\n  And, nigga, I be head over heels 'til I get fifty mill or mo'\n  If it's this dough these niggas wanna kill me for\n  Well I refuse to be broke\n  I'm contemplatin' murder on the government\n  Desporito be the motto\n  All shit be hard to swallow be ready for war if you follow\n  Atend hut, two, three, fo'\n  Soldiers get your paper\n  Nigga, you die if you a hater\n  Take it from a thug by nature, by nature\n\n  Cause I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature, yeah, yeah\n  (Gotta keep thuggin', we're thuggin', thuggin', thuggin')\n  (Livin' the life of a thug, thug, thug)\n\n  (L-Burna)\n  Now, it's a few rules to the game\n  By now, I'm thinkin' everybody should know\n  Number one when you get your paper\n  Don't go around trickin' it off on these ho's\n  God bein' a thug ain't nothin' easy\n  Now, when you rollin' in a Benz\n  Everybody be out for your ends\n  You really don't know who the fuck your friends\n  And paranoia might overrule ya\n  But look to the future, don't blink\n  Nigga, and your ship might sink\n  Endin' up dead or in the clink\n  And it take a raw dog\n  Mothafucka, to stay on top of the pile\n  Now, I got a style and you got a style\n  But is the weight gon' pull you down?\n  Not me, I'm blowin' pounds\n  I see a cloud that's how I do it\n  Picture me rollin' thru a city near you\n  And stayin' true to it\n  Nigga, you seen me in the video\n  I know you seen me at the bar\n  Seen my diamonds glisten and shinnin'\n  And you thinkin' I'm a star\n  But nigga, by far I'm just a thug\n  Mission sharper than a razor\n  When you on the go, lil' Lay gon' take ya\n  I'm a thug by nature, by nature\n\n  Cause I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature, yeah, yeah\n  (Gotta keep thuggin', we're thuggin', thuggin', thuggin')\n  (Livin' the life of a thug, thug, thug)\n\n  (L-Burna)\n  Roll, come and roll with me\n  As I take you on a journey thru my hood, mothafucka!\n  You can hear the police sirens blazin'\n  After these niggas that's paper chasin'\n  Throwin' house parties in the basement\n  How niggas doin' it in the wasteland\n  Nigga, get down and dirty quickly\n  Really, did he wanna commit that crime?\n  One for all my nigga, we had to grind\n  We had to get down for our crimes\n  Mental mindstate about money\n  Murder and bitches, to say the less\n  Even I know it ain't good to stress\n  These wicked streets really a test for all niggas\n  My niggas, y'all niggas be ready to ball\n  Niggas ready for war for when we call niggas\n  Talkin' about them raw niggas\n  Throw your fist up take a chance\n  Niggas is hustlin' out here, gettin' it\n  What you tryin' to do, I did it\n  How you tryin' to live, I done lived it\n  I only be fuckin' around with major moves\n  Niggas done heard the stories\n  If your shit ain't tight then I played you fools\n  You losin' to 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diamonds glisten and shinnin'\nAnd you thinkin' I'm a star\nBut nigga, by far I'm just a thug\nMission sharper than a razor\nWhen you on the go, lil' Lay gon' take ya\nI'm a thug by nature, by nature\n\nCause I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature, yeah, yeah\n(Gotta keep thuggin', we're thuggin', thuggin', thuggin')\n(Livin' the life of a thug, thug, thug)\n\n(L-Burna)\nRoll, come and roll with me\nAs I take you on a journey thru my hood, mothafucka!\nYou can hear the police sirens blazin'\nAfter these niggas that's paper chasin'\nThrowin' house parties in the basement\nHow niggas doin' it in the wasteland\nNigga, get down and dirty quickly\nReally, did he wanna commit that crime?\nOne for all my nigga, we had to grind\nWe had to get down for our crimes\nMental mindstate about money\nMurder and bitches, to say the less\nEven I know it ain't good to stress\nThese wicked streets really a test for all niggas\nMy niggas, y'all niggas be ready to ball\nNiggas ready for war for when we call 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mill or mo'\n  If it's this dough these niggas wanna kill me for\n  Well I refuse to be broke\n  I'm contemplatin' murder on the government\n  Desporito be the motto\n  All shit be hard to swallow be ready for war if you follow\n  Atend hut, two, three, fo'\n  Soldiers get your paper\n  Nigga, you die if you a hater\n  Take it from a thug by nature, by nature\n\n  Cause I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature, yeah, yeah\n  (Gotta keep thuggin', we're thuggin', thuggin', thuggin')\n  (Livin' the life of a thug, thug, thug)\n\n  (L-Burna)\n  Now, it's a few rules to the game\n  By now, I'm thinkin' everybody should know\n  Number one when you get your paper\n  Don't go around trickin' it off on these ho's\n  God bein' a thug ain't nothin' easy\n  Now, when you rollin' in a Benz\n  Everybody be out for your ends\n  You really don't know who the fuck your friends\n  And paranoia might overrule ya\n  But look to the future, don't blink\n  Nigga, and your ship might sink\n  Endin' up dead or in the clink\n  And it take a raw dog\n  Mothafucka, to stay on top of the pile\n  Now, I got a style and you got a style\n  But is the weight gon' pull you down?\n  Not me, I'm blowin' pounds\n  I see a cloud that's how I do it\n  Picture me rollin' thru a city near you\n  And stayin' true to it\n  Nigga, you seen me in the video\n  I know you seen me at the bar\n  Seen my diamonds glisten and shinnin'\n  And you thinkin' I'm a star\n  But nigga, by far I'm just a thug\n  Mission sharper than a razor\n  When you on the go, lil' Lay gon' take ya\n  I'm a thug by nature, by nature\n\n  Cause I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature, yeah, yeah\n  (Gotta keep thuggin', we're thuggin', thuggin', thuggin')\n  (Livin' the life of a thug, thug, thug)\n\n  (L-Burna)\n  Roll, come and roll with me\n  As I take you on a journey thru my hood, mothafucka!\n  You can hear the police sirens blazin'\n  After these niggas that's paper chasin'\n  Throwin' house parties in the basement\n  How niggas doin' it in the wasteland\n  Nigga, get down and dirty quickly\n  Really, did he wanna commit that crime?\n  One for all my nigga, we had to grind\n  We had to get down for our crimes\n  Mental mindstate about money\n  Murder and bitches, to say the less\n  Even I know it ain't good to stress\n  These wicked streets really a test for all niggas\n  My niggas, y'all niggas be ready to ball\n  Niggas ready for war for when we call niggas\n  Talkin' about them raw niggas\n  Throw your fist up take a chance\n  Niggas is hustlin' out here, gettin' it\n  What you tryin' to do, I did it\n  How you tryin' to live, I done lived it\n  I only be fuckin' around with major moves\n  Niggas done heard the stories\n  If your shit ain't tight then I played you fools\n  You losin' to get the glory\n  That's straight up and down\n  Nigga, pound for pound, round for round\n  We can make this happen\n  Niggas be snappin', guarenteed satisfaction\n  Bringin' y'all nothin' but action\n  Nigga this here is what the 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thinkin' everybody should know\nNumber one when you get your paper\nDon't go around trickin' it off on these ho's\nGod bein' a thug ain't nothin' easy\nNow, when you rollin' in a Benz\nEverybody be out for your ends\nYou really don't know who the fuck your friends\nAnd paranoia might overrule ya\nBut look to the future, don't blink\nNigga, and your ship might sink\nEndin' up dead or in the clink\nAnd it take a raw dog\nMothafucka, to stay on top of the pile\nNow, I got a style and you got a style\nBut is the weight gon' pull you down?\nNot me, I'm blowin' pounds\nI see a cloud that's how I do it\nPicture me rollin' thru a city near you\nAnd stayin' true to it\nNigga, you seen me in the video\nI know you seen me at the bar\nSeen my diamonds glisten and shinnin'\nAnd you thinkin' I'm a star\nBut nigga, by far I'm just a thug\nMission sharper than a razor\nWhen you on the go, lil' Lay gon' take ya\nI'm a thug by nature, by nature\n\nCause I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature, yeah, 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My nigga, I G it\n  Got a few things that's on my mind\n  So nigga gon' listen up while I free it\n  Whatever's needed, I'ma get it\n  And if I wanna get weeded, I'ma hit it\n  All of these dramas, niggas ain't sayin' they did it\n  Lil Lay commited (damn right)\n  Niggas is bucklin' up under pressure\n  Nevertheless still screamin' they thugs\n  If crap don't work for the number 1\n  I'm packin' my heat, sellin' more drugs\n  Ain't a damn thing ceasin, if my bankroll decreasin'\n  Open up shop at the first of the month\n  nigga, continue my creepin' on a come up\n  until I'm done up, dead and gone\n  You can look at my life and call me bad\n  But nigga, you read me wrong\n  And, nigga, I be head over heels 'til I get fifty mill or mo'\n  If it's this dough these niggas wanna kill me for\n  Well I refuse to be broke\n  I'm contemplatin' murder on the government\n  Desporito be the motto\n  All shit be hard to swallow be ready for war if you follow\n  Atend hut, two, three, fo'\n  Soldiers get your paper\n  Nigga, you die if you a hater\n  Take it from a thug by nature, by nature\n\n  Cause I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature, yeah, yeah\n  (Gotta keep thuggin', we're thuggin', thuggin', thuggin')\n  (Livin' the life of a thug, thug, thug)\n\n  (L-Burna)\n  Now, it's a few rules to the game\n  By now, I'm thinkin' everybody should know\n  Number one when you get your paper\n  Don't go around trickin' it off on these ho's\n  God bein' a thug ain't nothin' easy\n  Now, when you rollin' in a Benz\n  Everybody be out for your ends\n  You really don't know who the fuck your friends\n  And paranoia might overrule ya\n  But look to the future, don't blink\n  Nigga, and your ship might sink\n  Endin' up dead or in the clink\n  And it take a raw dog\n  Mothafucka, to stay on top of the pile\n  Now, I got a style and you got a style\n  But is the weight gon' pull you down?\n  Not me, I'm blowin' pounds\n  I see a cloud that's how I do it\n  Picture me rollin' thru a city near you\n  And stayin' true to it\n  Nigga, you seen me in the video\n  I know you seen me at the bar\n  Seen my diamonds glisten and shinnin'\n  And you thinkin' I'm a star\n  But nigga, by far I'm just a thug\n  Mission sharper than a razor\n  When you on the go, lil' Lay gon' take ya\n  I'm a thug by nature, by nature\n\n  Cause I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature, yeah, yeah\n  (Gotta keep thuggin', we're thuggin', thuggin', thuggin')\n  (Livin' the life of a thug, thug, thug)\n\n  (L-Burna)\n  Roll, come and roll with me\n  As I take you on a journey thru my hood, mothafucka!\n  You can hear the police sirens blazin'\n  After these niggas that's paper chasin'\n  Throwin' house parties in the basement\n  How niggas doin' it in the wasteland\n  Nigga, get down and dirty quickly\n  Really, did he wanna commit that crime?\n  One for all my nigga, we had to grind\n  We had to get down for our crimes\n  Mental mindstate about money\n  Murder and bitches, to say the less\n  Even I know 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continue my creepin' on a come up\nuntil I'm done up, dead and gone\nYou can look at my life and call me bad\nBut nigga, you read me wrong\nAnd, nigga, I be head over heels 'til I get fifty mill or mo'\nIf it's this dough these niggas wanna kill me for\nWell I refuse to be broke\nI'm contemplatin' murder on the government\nDesporito be the motto\nAll shit be hard to swallow be ready for war if you follow\nAtend hut, two, three, fo'\nSoldiers get your paper\nNigga, you die if you a hater\nTake it from a thug by nature, by nature\n\nCause I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature, yeah, yeah\n(Gotta keep thuggin', we're thuggin', thuggin', thuggin')\n(Livin' the life of a thug, thug, thug)\n\n(L-Burna)\nNow, it's a few rules to the game\nBy now, I'm thinkin' everybody should know\nNumber one when you get your paper\nDon't go around trickin' it off on these ho's\nGod bein' a thug ain't nothin' easy\nNow, when you rollin' in a Benz\nEverybody be out for your ends\nYou really don't know who the 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commited (damn right)\n  Niggas is bucklin' up under pressure\n  Nevertheless still screamin' they thugs\n  If crap don't work for the number 1\n  I'm packin' my heat, sellin' more drugs\n  Ain't a damn thing ceasin, if my bankroll decreasin'\n  Open up shop at the first of the month\n  nigga, continue my creepin' on a come up\n  until I'm done up, dead and gone\n  You can look at my life and call me bad\n  But nigga, you read me wrong\n  And, nigga, I be head over heels 'til I get fifty mill or mo'\n  If it's this dough these niggas wanna kill me for\n  Well I refuse to be broke\n  I'm contemplatin' murder on the government\n  Desporito be the motto\n  All shit be hard to swallow be ready for war if you follow\n  Atend hut, two, three, fo'\n  Soldiers get your paper\n  Nigga, you die if you a hater\n  Take it from a thug by nature, by nature\n\n  Cause I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature, yeah, yeah\n  (Gotta keep thuggin', we're thuggin', thuggin', thuggin')\n  (Livin' the life of a thug, thug, thug)\n\n  (L-Burna)\n  Now, it's a few rules to the game\n  By now, I'm thinkin' everybody should know\n  Number one when you get your paper\n  Don't go around trickin' it off on these ho's\n  God bein' a thug ain't nothin' easy\n  Now, when you rollin' in a Benz\n  Everybody be out for your ends\n  You really don't know who the fuck your friends\n  And paranoia might overrule ya\n  But look to the future, don't blink\n  Nigga, and your ship might sink\n  Endin' up dead or in the clink\n  And it take a raw dog\n  Mothafucka, to stay on top of the pile\n  Now, I got a style and you got a style\n  But is the weight gon' pull you down?\n  Not me, I'm blowin' pounds\n  I see a cloud that's how I do it\n  Picture me rollin' thru a city near you\n  And stayin' true to it\n  Nigga, you seen me in the video\n  I know you seen me at the bar\n  Seen my diamonds glisten and shinnin'\n  And you thinkin' I'm a star\n  But nigga, by far I'm just a thug\n  Mission sharper than a razor\n  When you on the go, lil' Lay gon' take ya\n  I'm a thug by nature, by nature\n\n  Cause I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature, yeah, yeah\n  (Gotta keep thuggin', we're thuggin', thuggin', thuggin')\n  (Livin' the life of a thug, thug, thug)\n\n  (L-Burna)\n  Roll, come and roll with me\n  As I take you on a journey thru my hood, mothafucka!\n  You can hear the police sirens blazin'\n  After these niggas that's paper chasin'\n  Throwin' house parties in the basement\n  How niggas doin' it in the wasteland\n  Nigga, get down and dirty quickly\n  Really, did he wanna commit that crime?\n  One for all my nigga, we had to grind\n  We had to get down for our crimes\n  Mental mindstate about money\n  Murder and bitches, to say the less\n  Even I know it ain't good to stress\n  These wicked streets really a test for all niggas\n  My niggas, y'all niggas be ready to ball\n  Niggas ready for war for when we call niggas\n  Talkin' about them raw niggas\n  Throw your fist up take a chance\n  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Soldiers get your paper\n  Nigga, you die if you a hater\n  Take it from a thug by nature, by nature\n\n  Cause I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature, yeah, yeah\n  (Gotta keep thuggin', we're thuggin', thuggin', thuggin')\n  (Livin' the life of a thug, thug, thug)\n\n  (L-Burna)\n  Now, it's a few rules to the game\n  By now, I'm thinkin' everybody should know\n  Number one when you get your paper\n  Don't go around trickin' it off on these ho's\n  God bein' a thug ain't nothin' easy\n  Now, when you rollin' in a Benz\n  Everybody be out for your ends\n  You really don't know who the fuck your friends\n  And paranoia might overrule ya\n  But look to the future, don't blink\n  Nigga, and your ship might sink\n  Endin' up dead or in the clink\n  And it take a raw dog\n  Mothafucka, to stay on top of the pile\n  Now, I got a style and you got a style\n  But is the weight gon' pull you down?\n  Not me, I'm blowin' pounds\n  I see a cloud that's how I do it\n  Picture me rollin' thru a city 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a style\nBut is the weight gon' pull you down?\nNot me, I'm blowin' pounds\nI see a cloud that's how I do it\nPicture me rollin' thru a city near you\nAnd stayin' true to it\nNigga, you seen me in the video\nI know you seen me at the bar\nSeen my diamonds glisten and shinnin'\nAnd you thinkin' I'm a star\nBut nigga, by far I'm just a thug\nMission sharper than a razor\nWhen you on the go, lil' Lay gon' take ya\nI'm a thug by nature, by nature\n\nCause I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature, yeah, yeah\n(Gotta keep thuggin', we're thuggin', thuggin', thuggin')\n(Livin' the life of a thug, thug, thug)\n\n(L-Burna)\nRoll, come and roll with me\nAs I take you on a journey thru my hood, mothafucka!\nYou can hear the police sirens blazin'\nAfter these niggas that's paper chasin'\nThrowin' house parties in the basement\nHow niggas doin' it in the wasteland\nNigga, get down and dirty quickly\nReally, did he wanna commit that crime?\nOne for all my nigga, we had to grind\nWe had to get down for 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nature, thug by nature, yeah, yeah\n(Gotta keep thuggin', we're thuggin', thuggin', thuggin')\n(Livin' the life of a thug, thug, thug)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Written on Ya Kitten (Shandi's Smooth radio edit)\n  artist: Naughty by Nature\n  album: Written on Ya Kitten (single)\n  duration_ms: 209000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  L-Burna (Layzie Bone)\n  Miscellaneous\n  Thug By Nature\n  (L-Burna)\n  I'm callin' my shots just how I see it, believe it\n  My nigga, I G it\n  Got a few things that's on my mind\n  So nigga gon' listen up while I free it\n  Whatever's needed, I'ma get it\n  And if I wanna get weeded, I'ma hit it\n  All of these dramas, niggas ain't sayin' they did it\n  Lil Lay commited (damn right)\n  Niggas is bucklin' up under pressure\n  Nevertheless still screamin' they thugs\n  If crap don't work for the number 1\n  I'm packin' my heat, sellin' more drugs\n  Ain't a damn thing ceasin, if my bankroll decreasin'\n  Open up shop at the first of the month\n  nigga, continue my creepin' on a come up\n  until I'm done up, dead and gone\n  You can look at my life and call me bad\n  But nigga, you read me wrong\n  And, nigga, I be head over heels 'til I get fifty mill or mo'\n  If it's this dough these niggas wanna kill me for\n  Well I refuse to be broke\n  I'm contemplatin' murder on the government\n  Desporito be the motto\n  All shit be hard to swallow be ready for war if you follow\n  Atend hut, two, three, fo'\n  Soldiers get your paper\n  Nigga, you die if you a hater\n  Take it from a thug by nature, by nature\n\n  Cause I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature, yeah, yeah\n  (Gotta keep thuggin', we're thuggin', thuggin', thuggin')\n  (Livin' the life of a thug, thug, thug)\n\n  (L-Burna)\n  Now, it's a few rules to the game\n  By now, I'm thinkin' everybody should know\n  Number one when you get your paper\n  Don't go around trickin' it off on these ho's\n  God bein' a thug ain't nothin' easy\n  Now, when you rollin' in a Benz\n  Everybody be out for your ends\n  You really don't know who the fuck your friends\n  And paranoia might overrule ya\n  But look to the future, don't blink\n  Nigga, and your ship might sink\n  Endin' up dead or in the clink\n  And it take a raw dog\n  Mothafucka, to stay on top of the pile\n  Now, I got a style and you got a style\n  But is the weight gon' pull you down?\n  Not me, I'm blowin' pounds\n  I see a cloud that's how I do it\n  Picture me rollin' thru a city near you\n  And stayin' true to it\n  Nigga, you seen me in the video\n  I know you seen me at the bar\n  Seen my diamonds glisten and shinnin'\n  And you thinkin' I'm a star\n  But nigga, by far I'm just a thug\n  Mission sharper than a razor\n  When you on the go, lil' Lay gon' take ya\n  I'm a thug by nature, by nature\n\n  Cause I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature, yeah, yeah\n  (Gotta keep thuggin', we're thuggin', thuggin', thuggin')\n  (Livin' the life of a thug, thug, thug)\n\n  (L-Burna)\n  Roll, come and roll with me\n  As I take you on a journey thru my hood, mothafucka!\n  You can hear the police sirens blazin'\n  After these niggas that's paper chasin'\n  Throwin' house parties in the basement\n  How niggas doin' it in the wasteland\n  Nigga, get down and dirty quickly\n  Really, did he wanna commit that crime?\n  One for all my nigga, we had to grind\n  We had to get down for our crimes\n  Mental mindstate about money\n  Murder and bitches, to say the less\n  Even I know it ain't good to stress\n  These wicked streets really a test for all niggas\n  My niggas, y'all niggas be ready to ball\n  Niggas ready for war for when we call niggas\n  Talkin' about them raw niggas\n  Throw your fist up take a chance\n  Niggas is hustlin' out here, gettin' it\n  What you tryin' to do, I did it\n  How you tryin' to live, I done lived it\n  I only be fuckin' around with major moves\n  Niggas done heard the stories\n  If your shit ain't tight then I 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hater\nTake it from a thug by nature, by nature\n\nCause I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature, yeah, yeah\n(Gotta keep thuggin', we're thuggin', thuggin', thuggin')\n(Livin' the life of a thug, thug, thug)\n\n(L-Burna)\nNow, it's a few rules to the game\nBy now, I'm thinkin' everybody should know\nNumber one when you get your paper\nDon't go around trickin' it off on these ho's\nGod bein' a thug ain't nothin' easy\nNow, when you rollin' in a Benz\nEverybody be out for your ends\nYou really don't know who the fuck your friends\nAnd paranoia might overrule ya\nBut look to the future, don't blink\nNigga, and your ship might sink\nEndin' up dead or in the clink\nAnd it take a raw dog\nMothafucka, to stay on top of the pile\nNow, I got a style and you got a style\nBut is the weight gon' pull you down?\nNot me, I'm blowin' pounds\nI see a cloud that's how I do it\nPicture me rollin' thru a city near you\nAnd stayin' true to it\nNigga, you seen me in the video\nI know you seen me at the 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fifty mill or mo'\n  If it's this dough these niggas wanna kill me for\n  Well I refuse to be broke\n  I'm contemplatin' murder on the government\n  Desporito be the motto\n  All shit be hard to swallow be ready for war if you follow\n  Atend hut, two, three, fo'\n  Soldiers get your paper\n  Nigga, you die if you a hater\n  Take it from a thug by nature, by nature\n\n  Cause I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature, yeah, yeah\n  (Gotta keep thuggin', we're thuggin', thuggin', thuggin')\n  (Livin' the life of a thug, thug, thug)\n\n  (L-Burna)\n  Now, it's a few rules to the game\n  By now, I'm thinkin' everybody should know\n  Number one when you get your paper\n  Don't go around trickin' it off on these ho's\n  God bein' a thug ain't nothin' easy\n  Now, when you rollin' in a Benz\n  Everybody be out for your ends\n  You really don't know who the fuck your friends\n  And paranoia might overrule ya\n  But look to the future, don't blink\n  Nigga, and your ship might sink\n  Endin' up 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drugs\nAin't a damn thing ceasin, if my bankroll decreasin'\nOpen up shop at the first of the month\nNigga, continue my creepin' on a come up\nUntil I'm done up, dead and gone\nYou can look at my life and call me bad\nBut nigga, you read me wrong\nAnd, nigga, I be head over heels 'til I get fifty mill or mo'\nIf it's this dough these niggas wanna kill me for\nWell I refuse to be broke\nI'm contemplatin' murder on the government\nDesporito be the motto\nAll shit be hard to swallow be ready for war if you follow\nAtend hut, two, three, fo'\nSoldiers get your paper\nNigga, you die if you a hater\nTake it from a thug by nature, by nature\n\nCause I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature, yeah, yeah\n(Gotta keep thuggin', we're thuggin', thuggin', thuggin')\n(Livin' the life of a thug, thug, thug)\n\n(L-Burna)\nNow, it's a few rules to the game\nBy now, I'm thinkin' everybody should know\nNumber one when you get your paper\nDon't go around trickin' it off on these ho's\nGod bein' a thug ain't nothin' easy\nNow, when you rollin' in a Benz\nEverybody be out for your ends\nYou really don't know who the fuck your friends\nAnd paranoia might overrule ya\nBut look to the future, don't blink\nNigga, and your ship might sink\nEndin' up dead or in the clink\nAnd it take a raw dog\nMothafucka, to stay on top of the pile\nNow, I got a style and you got a style\nBut is the weight gon' pull you down?\nNot me, I'm blowin' pounds\nI see a cloud that's how I do it\nPicture me rollin' thru a city near you\nAnd stayin' true to it\nNigga, you seen me in the video\nI know you seen me at the bar\nSeen my diamonds glisten and shinnin'\nAnd you thinkin' I'm a star\nBut nigga, by far I'm just a thug\nMission sharper than a razor\nWhen you on the go, lil' Lay gon' take ya\nI'm a thug by nature, by nature\n\nCause I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature, yeah, yeah\n(Gotta keep thuggin', we're thuggin', thuggin', thuggin')\n(Livin' the life of a thug, thug, thug)\n\n(L-Burna)\nRoll, come and roll with me\nAs I take you on a journey thru my hood, mothafucka!\nYou can hear the police sirens blazin'\nAfter these niggas that's paper chasin'\nThrowin' house parties in the basement\nHow niggas doin' it in the wasteland\nNigga, get down and dirty quickly\nReally, did he wanna commit that crime?\nOne for all my nigga, we had to grind\nWe had to get down for our crimes\nMental mindstate about money\nMurder and bitches, to say the less\nEven I know it ain't good to stress\nThese wicked streets really a test for all niggas\nMy niggas, y'all niggas be ready to ball\nNiggas ready for war for when we call niggas\nTalkin' about them raw niggas\nThrow your fist up take a chance\nNiggas is hustlin' out here, gettin' it\nWhat you tryin' to do, I did it\nHow you tryin' to live, I done lived it\nI only be fuckin' around with major moves\nNiggas done heard the stories\nIf your shit ain't tight then I played you fools\nYou losin' to get the glory\nThat's straight up and down\nNigga, pound for pound, round for round\nWe can make this happen\nNiggas be snappin', guarenteed satisfaction\nBringin' y'all nothin' but action\nNigga this here is what the game made me\nBut Layzie, I'm just a thug, and that's the thang to be, to be\nNigga this here is what the game made me, made me\nI'm just a thug, and that's the thang to be, to be\n\nCause I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature, yeah, yeah\n(Gotta keep thuggin', we're thuggin', thuggin', thuggin')\n(Livin' the life of a thug, thug, thug)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Written on Ya Kitten - Q-Funk Radio Edit\n  artist: Naughty By Nature\n  album: Written on Ya Kitten/Klickow-Klickow\n  duration_ms: 261000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  L-Burna (Layzie Bone)\n  Miscellaneous\n  Thug By Nature\n  (L-Burna)\n  I'm callin' my shots just how I see it, believe it\n  My nigga, I G it\n  Got a few things that's on my mind\n  So nigga gon' listen up while I free it\n  Whatever's needed, I'ma 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nature, thug by nature, yeah, yeah\n  (Gotta keep thuggin', we're thuggin', thuggin', thuggin')\n  (Livin' the life of a thug, thug, thug)\n\n  (L-Burna)\n  Now, it's a few rules to the game\n  By now, I'm thinkin' everybody should know\n  Number one when you get your paper\n  Don't go around trickin' it off on these ho's\n  God bein' a thug ain't nothin' easy\n  Now, when you rollin' in a Benz\n  Everybody be out for your ends\n  You really don't know who the fuck your friends\n  And paranoia might overrule ya\n  But look to the future, don't blink\n  Nigga, and your ship might sink\n  Endin' up dead or in the clink\n  And it take a raw dog\n  Mothafucka, to stay on top of the pile\n  Now, I got a style and you got a style\n  But is the weight gon' pull you down?\n  Not me, I'm blowin' pounds\n  I see a cloud that's how I do it\n  Picture me rollin' thru a city near you\n  And stayin' true to it\n  Nigga, you seen me in the video\n  I know you seen me at the bar\n  Seen my diamonds glisten and shinnin'\n  And you thinkin' I'm a star\n  But nigga, by far I'm just a thug\n  Mission sharper than a razor\n  When you on the go, lil' Lay gon' take ya\n  I'm a thug by nature, by nature\n\n  Cause I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature, yeah, yeah\n  (Gotta keep thuggin', we're thuggin', thuggin', thuggin')\n  (Livin' the life of a thug, thug, thug)\n\n  (L-Burna)\n  Roll, come and roll with me\n  As I take you on a journey thru my hood, mothafucka!\n  You can hear the police sirens blazin'\n  After these niggas that's paper chasin'\n  Throwin' house parties in the basement\n  How niggas doin' it in the wasteland\n  Nigga, get down and dirty quickly\n  Really, did he wanna commit that crime?\n  One for all my nigga, we had to grind\n  We had to get down for our crimes\n  Mental mindstate about money\n  Murder and bitches, to say the less\n  Even I know it ain't good to stress\n  These wicked streets really a test for all niggas\n  My niggas, y'all niggas be ready to ball\n  Niggas ready for war for when we call niggas\n  Talkin' about them raw niggas\n  Throw your fist up take a chance\n  Niggas is hustlin' out here, gettin' it\n  What you tryin' to do, I did it\n  How you tryin' to live, I done lived it\n  I only be fuckin' around with major moves\n  Niggas done heard the stories\n  If your shit ain't tight then I played you fools\n  You losin' to get the glory\n  That's straight up and down\n  Nigga, pound for pound, round for round\n  We can make this happen\n  Niggas be snappin', guarenteed satisfaction\n  Bringin' y'all nothin' but action\n  Nigga this here is what the game made me\n  But Layzie, I'm just a thug, and that's the thang to be, to be\n  Nigga this here is what the game made me, made me\n  I'm just a thug, and that's the thang to be, to be\n\n  Cause I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature, yeah, yeah\n  (Gotta keep thuggin', we're thuggin', thuggin', thuggin')\n  (Livin' the life of a thug, thug, thug)\n"}]