(feat. Kurupt) 



[Verse 1: Spice 1] 

I'm platinum while I'm gattin, now that finger's shining 

It's nothin to a boss to bust wit cut diamonds 

I'ma dig it, ya fiend for the verbals, I came to spit it 

Big boss like a 500 Benz to a honda civic 

Comin wit it, hit it, as soon as I finished, they say he shitted 

Lit it up and kept the slug from the jumps, fuck a critic 

Y'all opinion is like a asshole, I stick my uzi in it 

Windows tinted, Took a stop at the corner for some business 

I'ma take 7 suckas, Put 'em in a line 

And add 7 more suckas, Who think they can time 

I'ma take 7 more, Before I go for mine 

Now that's 21 suckas slumped at the same time 

Ain't no haters in here and it's leather wood on the steering 

We ain't trippin, Stash spot heat in the ceiling 

1, 2, 3, 4 TV's and 23's 

You can barely see the tides, It's the chrome when it gleams 

In my thug world 



[Chorus] 

You can get it, you can kick it, in my thug world 

Hustlin and ballin till the sun go down, thug world 

You can get it, you can kick it, in my thug world 

Ballin and hustlin till the sun go down, thug world 



[Verse 2: Kurupt] 

Skis, Spread out in the glass house 

Skate through the streets like ice 

Skates in the 68, Town rob skate 

Rob skate, Bounce break, Bounce make the earth quake 

I'ma show you niggaz bout a real g, Nigga 

Most g niggaz, It's still me, Nigga 

Bitches all around this motherfucker 

Don't make me have to clown this motherfucker 

You betta sit down in this motherfucker 

Cause this is my thug world, Gangsta paradise 

I'm all hood, Nigga, I'm all ice 

No matter what you said, I done said it twice 

No matter what you said, I done said it twice 

Cooked on like rice, Surround like vice 

Kurupt motherfucker, And the bitch is a broad 

Even dick psychic bitches like deon ward 

Thug world 



[Chorus] 



[Verse 3: Spice 1] 

I keep 3 bitches wit me: Ross, Crystal, And Mary jane 

Mary jane, Mary jane, You know you're my everything 

Smoke a pound back to back to back like the lakers 

It's nothin like a motherfuckin old school player 

Like the NFL, But I don't rush the quarterback 

I'll rush the whole thing back and i'll pick up another slack 

Mo chips than mandalay, Rippin representin the bay 

But baby keep givin me the eye like everyday 

Eyes like brown and skin tone coffee 

I'm sippin hennessy, Gettin drunker than nick nolte 

Straight so-soldiers, Drunk not sober 

Sh-shoot you in ya chest, Let ya wind free like oprah 

Green ones break down, We ain't fuckin wit charlie brown 

We ain't rappin for peanuts, We want the meal tickets now 

Narcoleptic, Sleepin disorder, Retrospective 

Some niggaz try to ball in the game and got intercepted 

We do it from dusk till dawn like tarantino 

Hustlin till the sun wake up, The bambino 

In my thug world 



[Chorus]