(feat. Kokane, Tray Deee)



[Spice 1]

I been thuggin' since my adolescents

All of my homies and peers tucked in the killers

And pimps perfectin' their profession

Never confessin', or tellin' when they police possession

Snitches and bitch ass niggas pleadin' police protection

We turn the globe till the day we die (die)

Spinnin' the world on my finger like Alan Eye

Cali's finest, real motherfuckers fo' sure

And they don't make real niggas like us no mo'

It's a rare breed, I been thuggin' since eighty-five (five)

At the age of fifteen, yeah my draws hella high

With a thirty-eight snub (snub) bangin' on other pushers (pushers)

I even had the t-a-tech nine in the bushes

But now I'm pushin' Cali trucks and six hundreds

stand blunted, givin' slugs to niggas who got it comin'

We ain't ridin' for nothin' (shit) they don't front forever thuggin'

Suckers cross the game and suffer the re-percussions



[Chorus: Kokane]

Thuggin' makes the world go, around and round

And around... mayn, thuggin' makes the world go

Thuggin' makes the world go, around and round

And around... mayn, thuggin' makes the world go



[Tray Deee]

I'ma start mine checkin' with the hard time records

Lower class known to mash born to blast any second

It's that criminal, original, Tray Deee the imperial

Gangsta's spit anger through your motherfuckin' stereo

Dogghouse style with the chucks and curl

Off a bottle with my motto strictly fuck the world

As I bust a pearl and the chrome at your cranium

Whoever get wounded shoulda knew where I was aimin' them

Haulin' out the set fingers seen on my neck

But no comin' fourth to court cause my team is on deck

Insane to the fullest with the bullets to prove

Ninety-nine point nine per cent of you can't stand in my shoes

I gang bang for a hobby, murder, robbery and kidnap

And gettin' in my business, point this way you can get clapped

Now sit back and peep gangsta's fool

Now sit back and peep gangsta's fool



[Chorus: Kokane]

Thuggin' makes the world go, around and round

And around... mayn, thuggin' makes the world go

Thuggin' makes the world go, around and round

And around... mayn, thuggin' makes the world go



[Spice 1]

Teflon and clutsey glass, S-Class and escalade

Forty-five, calacoals, jewels and french braids

Niggas mean mug, I'm in the nature of a thug

Finna room to a tomb we boss playin' and blowin' blood

It's West Side mental, extra mash is my mentality

Niggas bite the bullet and end up with chest cavaties

Gradually fo'-fo' gon' make niggas define gravity

Got one foot in the grave and I feelin' my angels grabbin' me (damn)

Stablishly vicious up in the game

Seen a lot of raw and uncut shit up in these sterets mayn

"I Wonder If Heaven Got A Ghetto"

Pac died in ninety-six and I still can't let go

My fallen soldiers, love you niggas for stayin' real

I hope you see me thuggin' still rollin' with heat of steel (steel)

But it don't stop (stop), money, hoes I'm still rushin'

Still high as fuck, still heat and still bustin'



[Chorus: Kokane]

Thuggin' makes the world go, around and round

And around... mayn, thuggin' makes the world go

Thuggin' makes the world go, around and round

And around... mayn, thuggin' makes the world go

Thuggin' makes the world go, around and round

And around... mayn, thuggin' makes the world go

Thuggin' makes the world go, around and round

And around... mayn, thuggin' makes the world go