Uh huh, yeah, aw, man I got a sweet tooth, can you dig it? After this one you gon' need a root canal I love sugar all of it This one for all the nice
Good God, aha ha Yo trick I think we done, did it again man Miami's finest, T double D Y'all know who we be I wanna be your homie, your homie, love and
wit'cha And I couldn't stand to see you with another man So dearly beloved, we gathered here today Homey to marry and see a couple in thug matrimony
act the fuck up 'Cuz it al' be another war I'll kill every mutha fucker that y'all know That's yo' ma,pa, sister in law Yo' daddy yo dog and yo hoe
[Trick Daddy] Our father who art in heaven Thank you Lord Lord thank you Lord [Trick Daddy speaking over chorus] That's right Y'all could stand up and
Whassup little man, what's wrong wit'chu? Why you lookin' so sad? What's wrong? Man, I went to school today And the teacher said I couldn't be no rapper
lot of fuck niggaz in the club tonight (Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em) But it's gonna be aight 'Cause me and my click we don't give a fuck nigga Trick Daddy
why dont you bring your friends and me my friends we can we all can be frinds and freak all weakend we can have a party you call your shawty and call
days, Lord these are the days These are the days (these are the days) Lord these are the days (for the thugs) [Trick Daddy] Whatever happened to the momma and daddy
hear me See y'all got choppers that's splittin' when these niggaz Gotta sippin' and set trippin' like fuck niggaz listen I'm just doin' my thug thizzle
your baby daddy mad Now shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad Shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad Now shake that ass and make your baby daddy
art in Heaven It must be the devil 'cause somethin' wrong with these niggaz Nope and crazy ain't the word They say the stupid shit like trick, why don
Ya dirty dollars huh, yours truly I know ya'll been waitin' for it and it's about time ain't it What I'ma need ya'll to do, since I got what you want
I ain't a thug You think I ain't a thug Tell me what I am If I ain't a thug why do I feel this way Why the streets stay on my mind Since I am a thug
[Talking] If I ain't a thug You think I ain't a thug Tell me what I am [Chorus] Cause if I ain't a thug why do I feel this way Why the streets stay
A you gave Trick his money Man muthafuck Trick and his muthafucking money(keep dis shit up dawg) There you go always playin bout a muthafucka money(telephone
u runnin from the hood and I'm packistan Bitch I'm a mutha fuckin jacka man And Understand when the mutha fuckin crack is stayin [Trick Daddy] Yall mutha
Trick Daddy] This gangsta livin, weavin dope dealin, oh how it's changed It's gettin strange, and dangerous, but that's the way shit goes [Trick Daddy