Everyday Thugs

[Krayzie Bone] T-H-U-G (U-G, U-G) T-H-U-G [Chorus 4X: Krayzie Bone] Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday thugs Everyday thugs we be Bone Thugs, ahh [Krayzie Bone] Nigga thug all day any day, even when I'm in L.A. I roll with the thugs Better creep to the city and look for the weed spot Stop cause I gotta get bud Wanna get a pound of that floatin stuff, some of that smoke and puff (puff) And if you smoke enough you sure enough get P.O.D.'ed Cleveland - it's the same thang, they out there puff M. Jane Inhale (inhale) exhale (exhale) back on the plane Headed to the city that's sunny all year round, that's right Miami It's like a little planet, full of sin, well we got to have it (have it) And I'm simply tryin to tell these motherfuckers That we thug all day (day) we Thug always (way way) So come to the party (party) and bring somebody (body) And bring some weed and a tank of Bacardi (Bacardi) It's gon' get rowdy (rowdy) [Chorus] [Layzie Bone] Come and roll with the everyday thugs, stayin +Down Foe My Thang+ Stayin true to the game cause that's all I know I'm a street nigga, keep the heat nigga Gettin street figures, all night long I gots to go get me some money Cause just like that, nigga gots to have it It be greens or spinach or cabbage Whatever you call it can do your math And work this magic, get on the grind In position to be the boss Niggas can floss and talk, but I know they soft But a nigga like me stay raw On the D.L., cause what we sell Ain't none of nobody's business, never was And nigga never will be Thinkin I'm broke but I'm out here filthy, feelin me? Y'all niggas be killin me Brag about the money that you claim you makin Fuck around, catch your dumbass sleepin Then that money be up for the takin Yeah, I bring home the bacon And nigga that's all I'ma let you know You already know when I stole the show Little man with the big dough run these hoes [Chorus] [Wish Bone] I'm a thug, seems like every time I come out gotta prove I'm thug Like a nigga ain't put in work, with his blood It's gonna be the same, cause nigga gonna stay on his game This is how we gets down, with money mayne, money mayne Monday Tuesday Wednesdays, I mighta been chillin Thursdays Fridays Saturday I'm out there kickin it with all my villains Go against us, you ain't goin nowhere Bone Thugs-N-Harmony keepin it real for St. Clair Anybody that want it, even if it's on my mornings I will wake up, just in case you want it And I ain't got shit to prove it, thirty minutes over you do it Put it down nigga, really, now move it [Chorus] [Bizzy Bone] You know, we like the echo and oh We like the Roley y'know, we like the Benz-o but oh He the homie but no, he the enemy fo' sho' Pull a .44 out of the holster, bust on him like real niggas supposed ta Sticky-icky blowin brew in my leather sofa Little nigga, roll a spiritual soldier Like Nat Turner, clap burner, murda mo murda Murder motherfucker, shit as hot as the kitchen furnace From smokers to workers, Cleveland to Cali Ghetto in our suburbia's, Little Bizzy stay pimp in alley And finally the vinyl be vital, and why should I flip? I already got the title, besides my vibe is the shit It's too many sides [Chorus] - repeat until fade