The Storm

Alright, new drink
One part Alize one part Cristal
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 you all niggas into alcoholics
Alcoholics (ha ha)
I'm just trying to turn you into muthafuckin thugs
So come and get some of this thug passion Baby

I could pull out the drink
And 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 filling me
A mutha fucking food bound
My fuckin cheddar cheese
And a please passion of mine
Thuggin huggin plenty of G's
And laughing while I pass through time
And all these back stabbers be watchin
Just keep it plain
I'm a keep it the same partner
Just take it the simple game
I can pinkle with the rain twinkling
Diamonds and thangs go plinklin
Enough to hold until I'm old and wrinklin
And These adversaries
They gonna have to be worrying
'Cause I'm a be illing
Fulfillin my Passion
Till I'm burryin'
My Thug Passion

I heard it's the bomb
And you got it going on
Give 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
Oh wow wow

Now what if me
Turn this Henessey
Into a robbery
The Prophecy probably suddenly
Switch and How it supposed to be?
And Dirty money be evil
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 bigger bro
Couldn't know
But buy a four four
Blasting at playa hating
Runnin' mo'
With a Thug Passion

Putting down mashin'
Control by this Thug's Passion
Unlike them other bustas pistol blastin'
I'm asking, What Happened?
To the niggas who kept them bail
Like they claim to
That's when I bang do
See thing true
Traveling this road my whole soul
Been consolidated
With all this bullshit I done tolerated
How I made it
Can easily stated
Like 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
Jake a stack till we got enough bank to split

Creep with me
With that immortal flow
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 tha scene
Like my nigga Mr. Herb
Take a toke
As your heart goes full arrest
I got the 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


They say money don't make tha man
But damn I'm makin' money
Observin' you muthafuckers
Cause some of you bitches
Say you want it
But you bullshitin'
Lickin' them lips
You got me about to act a fool quick
Sippin' on some Alize and Cristal
Buy me a drink
And get to winking at me
She smiles
Our niggas full of passion
Satisfaction is everlastin'
Now there's a fear?
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 goin' to war
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: x4]

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