Yeah, ha, yo
 I'm back back boy, finally somethin for the g's
 Know what nobody should be sittin down now
 We bout ta get down
 The girl, I want y'all to act a fool
 Y'all mutha fuckaz know what I'm talkin bout
 I thought I told y'all
 You know what I'm talkin bout, but whats up dawg?
 Chorus 1:
 Gangstas don't dance man we groove, I want everybodys bitch to move
 look
 from the front to the back, to the left, to the right, I want 'em
 thuggin from tha day to the night, ya heard me? Huh? Ok? Yeah. DJ
 whats
 up dawg? (x1)
 Chorus 2:
 Hey DJ won't you play that song keep me thuggin (thuggin)
 All night (all night) (x4)
 Verse 1- Silkk
 Man I steps in the club tryin to find some slow sex, me an cuz in the
 back of the club wit moet, I checks the time up on the Rolex, the girl
 I
 hit stay with her man, it's cool, but no sweat, 600 parked outside
 when
 we drive, did some ghetto superstars, grits an dope when we arrive,
 VIP
 status because of the vapors, line was kinda long, took the doorman
 some
 papers, gangsta shit I'm dressed in all black, nigga club was packed
 so
 I went through the back, nigga with the gangstas where you'll find me,
 wishin they could make 40 ounces of Dom P, cuz soon as I hit the
 block,
 I hit the spot fo sho, an you ain't bout it bout it, you ain't known
 to
 flow, because see, gangstas don't dance man we groove, an it's cool,
 but
 you act a fool, an look smooth. Haha
 Chorus
 1-(x1)
 2-(x2)
 Verse 2- Silkk
 Now VIP is where I be, look to the side an guess who I see, Trina an
 her
 sister make no mistakes who, he gonna take her, an I'm a take you, an
 umm, if you got a name an a number, an if you got a man, well I'll
 juss
 call you on the under, so go ahead an slip me yo digits, an if you get
 it, if you cool then you wit it, later on you let me hit it, now
 wisper
 in yo ear is it cool to what? What I'm really tryin to say girl is it
 cool to SHHH... I gotta keep the crowd bumpin, keep 'em jumpin, you
 know
 I'm always in somethin, an I ain't even frontin, for my gangsta niggaz
 I
 be blowin up, an all my gangsta real niggaz throw it up, cuz see,
 ain't
 no lie bra, an we gonna ride bra, see nobody be here beside us so go
 ahead an fire it up, now you can tell I'm a thug when I want in the
 club, no need to mug, juss show a nigga love, you gotta know, that,
 that's fo sho, but you ain't bout it, if you down to flow.(say
 that)Gangstas dont dance man we groove, an it's cool, you can act a
 fool, an still look smooth. Haha.
 Chorus
 2-(x4)
 Silkk talkin:
 My niggaz in Houston thug all night long (Kane an Abel)
 My niggaz in Dallas thug all night long (Mama Mia)
 My niggaz in San Antonio thug all night long (Champ)
 My niggaz in Georgia thug all night long (Serv-On)
 My niggaz in New Orleans thug all night long
 My niggaz in Baton Rouge thug all night long
 No Limit California thug all night long
 My niggaz in New York thug all night long
 My niggaz in Cleveland thug all night long
 My Niggaz in Ohio thug all night long
 My nigga Boss an B thug all night long
 Pokey an Jermaine thug all night long
 Master P an C-Murder thug all night long
 See Beats by the Pound we thug all night long
 All my thugs, all my thugs, thug all night long
 All my thugs, all my thugs, thug all night long
 Thug all night long, Ahh!