Thug Passion

[Intro: 2Pac] Aight, new drink One part Alizé, one part Cristal Thug Passion, baby Y'all know what time it is This drink is guaranteed to get the pussy wet and the dick hard Now, if you with me Pour a glass and drink with a nigga, knowhatimean? I ain't tryin' to turn you all niggas into alcohols - alcoholics I'm just tryin' to turn you into motherfuckin' thugs So come and get some of this Thug Passion, baby [Verse 1: Kastro] I could pull out the drink and be good until it's relevant But I'm a straight soldier I'll roll up a nigga like it's Heaven sent Tripping over dead presidents They got these derelicts I throw was down with this business Trying to clown and get a cent And so rather Than stand forever, been thinking Drinking over a felony And hell of me and how it will be some other shit People telling me to cool out But they ain't feeling me A motherfucking fool, about My fucking cheddar cheese And it pleases, passion of mine Thugging, hugging plenty of G's And laughing while I pass through times And all these bastards be watching Just keep it plain, I'mma keep it the same Partner, just take it the simple game I can pinkle with the rain twinkling Diamonds and things go blinking Enough to hold me, til I'm old and wrinkling And these adversaries They gonna have to be worrying Cause I'mma be illing, fulfilling my passion Til I'm burying my Thug Passion [Hook: Jewell] I heard it's the bomb And you got it going on Give me some of your Thug Passion, baby You got me dripping wet From the way you make me sweat Give me some of your Thug Passion, baby [Verse 2: Napoleon] Now what if me Turn this Hennessey Into a robbery The Prophecy probably suddenly Switch and how it supposed to be And dirty money Can't be evil cause it's filling up my tummy, see Born in a position, death collision was futuristic Twisting riches but there is only one way to make more So I'm standing on the corner Trying to hustle in the snow And my bigger bro couldn't know But buy a .44, blasting at playa haters Wanting more with a Thug Passion [Verse 3: EDI] Putting down mashin' Control by this Thug's Passion Unlike them other bustas pistol blasting I'm asking what happened To the niggas who kept it real Like they claim to That's what money and fame do See they ain't true Traveling this road my poor soul Has been consolidated With all this bullshit I dunn tolerated How I made it can easily stated It's like my heart be gripped with the Passion To be the fucking greatest Load up and take shit [Bridge: Kadafi] Make it to some high dollar gangsta shit Jack a stack til we got enough bank to split [Storm] Creep with me Through that immortal flow Thug Passion got you trembling Like Death on the Row Make your move So I can throw your mind a curve While I'll be blowing up the scene Like my nigga Mr. Herb Take a toke as your heart goes full arrest I got the bomb, so nigga, fuck the rest You need a dub to get you flowing And let that loc see smoke Feeling the strokes of the 9 squeeze tight and slow [Hook] [Verse 5: 2Pac] They say money don't make the man But damn, I'm making money Observing you motherfuckers Cause some of you bitches funny Say you want it but you bullshitting Licking them lips, you got me about to act a fool quick Sipping on some Alizé and Cristal, meanwhile Buy me a drink and get to winking at me She smiles; a niggas full of passion Satisfaction is everlasting "How does it feel?" what I'm asking While I'm rubbing on that ass "Why you laughing?" See, I'm digging as if I'm curious Full blown and furious Baby, get a grip When I be doing this It's so physical My attraction driven by alcohol Beware of my reaction Baby I'm born to ball Thugged out on Death Row You better recognize and picture what I said, so Now you can feel it It's a portion for my niggas in motion Forever blasting Bitches ain't ready for this Thug Passion [Hook 6x w/ DJ Quik talkbox ad-libs]