Aight, new drink
One part Alizé, one part Cristal
Thug's Passion, baby
Y'all know what time it is
This drink is guaranteed to get the pussy wet and the dick hard
Now, if you with me
Pour a glass and drink with a nigga, you know what I mean?
I ain't tryna turn you all niggas into alcohols, alcoholics
I'm just tryna to turn you into motherfuckin' thugs
So come and get some of this thug passion, baby

I could pull out the drink and be good until it's relevant
But I'm a straight soldier
I'll roll up a nigga like it's Heaven sent
Trippin' over dead presidents
They got these derelicts
I throw was down with this business
Tryin' to clown and get a cent
And so rather than stand forever, been thinkin'
Drinkin' over a felony
And hell of me and how it will be in hella shit
People tellin' me to cool out
But they ain't feelin' me
A motherfuckin' fool, 'bout
My fuckin' cheddar cheese
And it pleases, passion of mine
Thuggin', huggin' plenty of G's
And laughin' while I pass through times
And all these bastards that be watchin'
Just keep it plain
And I'ma keep it the same partner, just take it the simple game
I can pinkle with the rain twinklin'
Diamonds and thin's go blinkin'
Enough to hold me, 'til I'm old and wrinklin'
And these adversaries
They gonna have to be worryin'
'Cause I'ma be illin', fulfillin' my passion
'Til I'm buryin' my thug passion

I heard it's the bomb
And you got it goin' on
Give me some of your thug passion, baby (thug passion)
You got me drippin' wet
From the way you make me sweat
Give me some of your thug passion, baby (thug passion)
Ooh whoa

Now what if me
Turn this Hennessey into a robbery
The Prophecy probably suddenly
Switch how it's supposed to be and dirty money
Can't be evil 'cause it's fillin' up my tummy
Born in a position, death collision was futuristic
Twistin' riches but there is only one way to make more
So I'm standin' on the corner
Tryna hustle in the snow and my bigger bro
Couldn't know, but buy a .44, blastin' a playa hatin', wantin' more
With a thug passion

Puttin' down mashin'
Control by this thug's passion
Unlike them other bustas pistol blastin'
I'm askin', "What happened?"
To the niggas who kept it real
Like they claim to
That's when I bang, do, see thang true
Travellin' this road my poor soul has been consolidated
With all this bullshit that I done tolerated
How I made it can easily stated
It's like my hardest bring the grip with the passion
To be the fuckin' greatest
Load up and take shit

Make it to some high dollar gangsta shit
Jack a stack 'til we got enough bank to split

Creep with me
Through 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 the scene
Like my nigga Mr. Herb
Take a toke as your heart goes full arrest
I got the bomb, so nigga, fuck the rest
You need a dub to get you flowin'
And let that loc see smoke
Feelin' the strokes of the .9 squeeze tight and slow

I heard it's the bomb
And you got it goin' on
Give me some of your thug passion, baby (thug's passion)
You got me drippin' wet
From the way you make me sweat
Give me some of your thug passion, baby (thus passion)
Oh whoa

They say money don't make the man
But damn, I'm makin' money
Observin' you motherfuckers
'Cause some of you bitches funny
Say you want it but you bullshittin'
Lickin' them lips, you got me about to act a fool quick
Sippin' on some Alizé and Cristal
Meanwhile, buy me a drink and get to winkin' 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

I heard it's the bomb
And you got it goin' on
Give me some of your thug passion, baby (thug passion)
You got me drippin' wet
From the way you make me sweat
Give me some of your thug passion, baby (thug passion)
Oh whoa

I heard it's the bomb
And you got it goin' on
Give me some of your thug passion, baby (thug passion)
You got me drippin' wet
From the way you make me sweat
Give me some of your thug passion, baby (thug passion)
Oh whoa

I heard it's the bomb
And you got it goin' on
Give me some of your thug passion, baby
You got me drippin' wet
From the way you make me sweat
Give me some of your thug passion, baby
Oh whoa

I heard it's the bomb
And you got it goin' on
Give me some of your thug passion, baby
You got me drippin' wet
From the way you make me sweat
Give me some of your thug passion, baby
Oh whoa

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Writer(s): Donna Hunter, Jewell Caples, Johnny Jackson, Katari Cox, Larry Troutman, Malcolm Greenidge, Mutah Beale, Roger Troutman, Shirley J. Murdock, Tupac Shakur