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nuthing but props - shug '96 lyrics

yeah… yeah! (yeah… oh my god~!)

[shug]
sh-t what the f-ck’s goin on on the southside of tucson
n-ggas gettin hit with their boots on
what’cha weak frown, put’cha heat down
take a seat clown, or get yo’ -ss beat down
cops tryin to roll on the shugsta
n-ggas keep they heat, cause that ain’t no good sir
nightstalker, sl!ck walker
back the f-ck up, motherf-ckin sh-t talker
cause i’m comin through like a meat cleaver
leave it to beaver, f-ck a b-tch then leave her
n-ggas rollin deep right
i got n-ggas on the northside, westside, eastside
and they got love for me
and sh-t’s vice versa, so it gets worser
for your -ss bucked down, f-cked down
stuck down, say what clown?
them crackers don’t know you
but i’m tellin you, shug’s got nuttin but props for you

[chorus]
(i got props over here, and props over there)
i got n-ggas on the northside, westside, and eastside
(i got love over here and love over there)
i got n-ggas on the northside, westside, and eastside
(i got props over here, and props over there)
i got n-ggas on the northside, westside, and eastside
(i got love over here and love over there)
i got n-ggas~! b-ttin but props for ya

[shug]
n-ggas gettin they cap on, gettin they scr-p on
and should be gettin they motherf-ckin mack on
they see shug and straight hit him up
bang bang boogie, motherf-cker get ’em up
rollin down south park
where the party at? sh-t didn’t start (right)
fools had to act up, god d-mn it
i don’t understand it
f-ck it, where’s a b-tch
cause i’m a black bald motherf-cker with a d-ck
a southside negro
but i can go to the northside, kick it at the pros
cause it ain’t nuttin but love
i got homies from the northside layin on my rig
the motherf-ckin shug is straight mack
with a fat, motherf-ckin sack
i ain’t gon’ hit you up like i don’t know ya
cause the shug’s got nuttin but props for ya

[chorus]

[shug]
fool i’m much blacker, f-ck a dirty macker
god d-mn saltine cracker
shug is a negro, not a hero
walk by my folks, i’m a zero
turn my head up to the blacks
i hope a n-gga put me flat on my back
i ain’t no motherf-ckin gangster, black as the god d-mn pitch
tell the devil rest his head on my sh-t
take a trip to the westside
rollin down 29th, god d-mn hoo-ride
headed towards st. mount
pager blowin up like h-ll and i keep countin
baby want some man
to sink in them guts like god d-mn quicksand
get over there, n-gga named doja
beat it up cause i got nuttin but props for ya
i ain’t gon’ trip on a b-tch
there’s enough of us n-ggas in jail over that sh-t
bail on out like a g
never get crossed up, hoes don’t love me
i can give a f-ck ‘less i told ya
ain’t got nuttin but props for ya

[chorus] – 1.5x with ad libs

- shug 96 lyrics

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