Ooh, we finna make a mess with this rightchea

It's young Minelli nigga, young Minelli nigga

Camp Life, I'm gon' do my thug thang

[Verse 1]

If you got it, let it slap (Do ya thug thang)

Mane 'Lac chrome on black, with headbussas in the back

I'm a sav' out the box (Do ya thug thang)

Thirty-one colors, hard tops, whole wood, ridin' chops

Let me set the Camp off (Do ya thug thang)

I'mma drop your tramp off, beating harder than y'all with my amp off

Hollin' "I'm a fool" (Do ya thug thang)

I'm so cool, I walk slanted like fat people's shoes

So throwed in the game (Do ya thug thang)

And if a nigga blowed in the game, then I sold him a thang

I ain't finna to stop shit (Do ya thug thang)

My shit

Hot shit

Hit ya cut

Stack, cop shit

Like oooh..

[Hook]

Hustlers count a grand to this

I'm so motherfucking out of hand with this

I was cool on the cut, 'cause I had to be

I still smoke a lot, even though it's bad for me

I'm hollin' at my hustlas, count a grand to this

I'm so motherfucking out of hand with this

Ain't a nigga finna slang shit after me

Still smoke a lot, even though it's bad for me

[Verse Two]

And all my homegirls shaking to the beat (Do ya thug thang)

If he trying to hit, make him lay you on hundred dollar sheets

And ride you on leather seats (Do ya thug thang)

Take you on trips to the beach, pretty face, pretty feets

Bounce till it get numb (Do ya thug thang)

And watch every nigga from my hood get retarded and dumb

Now put your white cups up (Do ya thug thang)

Catch me bailing out of court Monday morning, keep my case on the tuck

Like you don't know nothing (Do ya thug thang)

And if it don't leak, I'mma hit you up and we can blow something

I'm a pimp to my bones (Do ya thug thang)

Man I left my hoes at home, watching Jenny Jones

Like oooh..

[Hook]

P-Poppers shake ass to this

I'm so motherfucking out of hand with this

I was cool on the cut, cause I had to be

I still smoke a lot, even though it's bad for me

I'm hollin' at my P-poppers, shake ass to this

I'm so motherfucking out of hand with this

Ain't a nigga finna slang shit after me

I still smoke a lot, even though it's bad for me

[Verse Three]

Pants sagging till they touching the floor (Do ya thug thang)

Pssht, you too concerned nigga, stop handcuffing them hoes

I have 'em touching they toes (Do ya thug thang)

Come and kick it witcha dog, I'm a hog, so you cutting fasho

And tricking ain't my style (Do ya thug thang)

Mane, I kick more bitches out than Destiny's Child

Who they asking for? Riding on passenger?

We'll jack yo shit and sell it back to ya

We hustle hard in the bricks (Do ya thug thang)

Still the same click, standing in the front yard, slanging zips

Trying to let my cake stack (Do ya thug thang)

Make that

Trick shake that

Like that

Take that

Like oooh..

[Hook]

Hustlers count a grand to this

I'm so motherfucking out of hand with this

I was cool on the cut, cause I had to be

I still smoke a lot, even though it's bad for me

I'm saying say P-poppers, shake ass to this

I'm so motherfucking out of hnad with this

Ain't a nigga finna slang shit after me

I still smoke a lot, even though it's bad for me

Like

[Max Minelli Talking]

(I'm gone)

Southside, Northside, Eastside, Westside, Your side

Thug nigga, uhh. Gangsta bitches, hoodrats, and hoes

It's goin' down like..

For that 'Ville, uh, Layfair, uh. Goin' down motherfucker

Baton Rouge my nigga, uh

H-Town, yeah, New Orleans, yeah

Mississippi hah? yeah