Thug Love — текст песни (Destiny`s Child)

[50 Cent]
What y`all know about this fab shit, huh?
TE baby come on, uh-huh
Trackmasters uh-huh

[Eminem]
Look we can shop together mama, his and hers
Fifth Av. shit baby, Fendi furs
I ain`t tight with the chips girl
I`m down to splurge
If it`s ice you like I`ll light up your life (Ooh)
VS2 Clarity alright
I play the block, I ain`t the type to punch your clock
I`m the type to put the metal to the floor in the drop
I live life in the fast lane
I make a grove of hash
Hustle hard for cash so I can spoil that ass
It`s like she loves me, she loves me not
`Cause her friends pump her head full of bullshit alot
I gave her jewels I imported for her
Chanel bags I bought from boosters
To the hood I introduced her
She`s feisty and sometimes she wanna fight me
People`s saying if I get knocked she ain`t gon` write me
The sick part is all that bullshit excites me

Chorus: [Destiny`s Child]
A thug`s what I want
A thug`s what I need
Even though that my friends don`t seem to see
That he laces me with money
He knows when I want it
And I never wanna leave my baby
My thug out no good baby

[Eminem]

CHORUS

[50 Cent]

CHORUS

[50 Cent]

CHORUS (REPEAT)

[Destiny`s Child]
A thug is what I want
And a thug is what I need
And my friends don`t understand
How my baby laces me
A thug is what I want
And a thug is what I need
And my friends don`t understand
And I think it`s jealousy
(a thug`s what I want)