Tupac Talking
Aight, new drink
One part Alize one part crystal
Thugs
passion baby
Y'all know what time it is
This drink is guaranteed to get
the pussy wet and the dick hard
Now if ya with me
Pour a glass and drink
with a nigga
Know what I mean?
I ain't trying to turn y'all niggas
into alcohols
Alcoholics (haha)
I'm just trying to turn you into
mothafuckin' thugs
So come and get some of this thug passion baby
Verse
1: Dramacydal
I could pull out the ?drink?
It could be good 'till
it's relevant
But I'm a straight solider
I'll roll up a nigga like its
seven cent
Tripping over dead presidents
They got us starin'
I throw it
down this with business
They clown and try to get us
And it's so
evident
Stand forever and be thinking
Drinking over a felony
And
hell of me and how it will be some other shit
People telling me to cool
out
But they ain't felling me
A mothafuckin' fool 'bout
My fuckin'
cheddar cheese
And a please passion of mine
Thuggin hugging plenty of
G's
And laughing while I pass through time
And all these best be
watchin'
Just keep it plain
I'm a keep it the same partner
Just take it
the simple game
I can prinkle with the rain twinkling
Diamonds and thangs
go plinklin
Enough to hold me until I'm old and wrinklin'
And these
adversaries
They gonna have to be worrying
Cause I'm a be illin'
Fulfilling
my passion
Till I'm buried'
My thug passion
Chorus
I
heard it's the bomb
And you got it going on
Bive me some of your thug
passion baby
You got me dripping wet
From the way you make me sweat
Give
me some of your thug passion baby
Verse 2: Dramacydl
Now
what if me
Turn this Hennessey
Into a robbery
The prophecy probably
suddenly
Switch and how it supposed to be?
And dirty money
Can't
be evil cause it's filling up my tummy see
Born in a position
Death
collision
Was futuristic
Twisting riches
But there is only one way to
make mo'
So I'm standing on the corner
Trying to hustle in the snow
And
my bigga bro
Couldn't know
But buy a four four
Blasting at playa
hating
Runnin' mo' with a thug passion
Putting down mashin'
controlled
by this thug's passion
Unlike them other bustas pistol blastin'
I'm
asking, what happened?
To the niggas who kept them real like they claim to
That's
when I bang do
See thang true
Traveling this road my whole soul
Been
consolidated
With all this bullshit I done tolerated
How I made it
Can
easily stated
It's ike my heart be gripped with the passion
Must be the
fucking greatest
Load up and take shit
Make this to some high dollar
gangster shit
Jack a stack till we got enough bank to split
Storm
Creep
with me
With that Immortal flow (that's right)
Thug passion got you
tremblin'
Like Death on the Row
Make your move
So I can throw your mind
a curve
While I'll be blowin up the scene
Like my nigga Mr. Herb
Take a
toke as your heart goes full arrest
I got tha bomb
So nigga, fuck the rest
Ya
need a 3rd to get ya flowin'
And let that loc see smoke
Feelin' the
strokes of the lines squeeze tight and slow
Chorus 2x
Verse
3: Tupac
They say money don't make the man
But damn, I'm makin'
money
Observin' you mothafuckers
Cause some of you bitches funny
But
you bullshitin'
Lickin' them lips
You got me about to act a fool quick
Sippin'
on some Alize and Crystal
Meanwhile
Buy me a drink
And get to winking
at me
She smiles
A niggas full of passion
Satisfaction is everlastin'
How
does it feel?
What I'm askin'
While I'm rubbin' on that ass
Why you
laughin'?
See, I'm diggin' as if I'm curious
Full blown and furious
Baby
get a grip
When I be doin' this
It's so physical
My attraction
Driven
by alcohol
Beware of my reaction
Baby I'm born to ball
Thugged
out on Death Row
You better recognize and picture what I said so
Now you
can feel it
It's a potion for my niggas in motion
Forever blastin'
Bitches
ain't ready for this Thug Passion
Chorus (4x)
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