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Finn Brothers - Whashapnin' Thug? lyrics
[Verse One - Max Minelli]
 After ya lick come score somethin' from me then
 After ya score try and flip your money then
 Keep doin' that you'll probably stack
 And after all the bullshit it's probably Max
 What's hap'nin thug, let your mind be free
 And go'ne and put it in the wind cause it's fine with me
 You see that boy Young Minelli, I'm a G and a half
 I make ya girl bounce that 'till I'm seein' her ass
 It's a beautiful thing man, I just can't trip
 I got nothin' but time, and plenty money to flip
 I'm just tryin' to win
 Tryin' not to sin
 Tryin' to stack, but it seems like I gots to spend
 Why you wanna see me broke tryin' not to bend
 I gotta break big bread with my momma and them
 Ya heard that?
 Trunk slappin' to the best of my sounds
 I hollin' at my nigga Foola and the rest of my round, rounds
 Ha?
 [Chorus - repeat 2X]
 Whashapnin' thug (for all my hustla, hustlas)
 Whashapnin' thug (we keep it gangsta, gangsta)
 Whashapnin' thug (Now go'ne holla at ya dog)(oh)
 Whashapnin' thug?
 [Verse Two - Max Minelli]
 From the big cities down to the small towns
 We ain't never had so I come to tear it all down
 And I see, how they be lookin' when I swang
 Ain't gone knock me off my hustle cause I'm still gone do my thang, mane
 Ready or not, I come to give you what you need
 Broads so jocked out, they get to hollin' "yes indeed"
 Face off to the "T-t" clappin'
 and the "B-Boom" bumpin'
 Fa real, 'll knock you clean up out ya seatFinn Brothers - Whashapnin' Thug? - http://motolyrics.com/finn-brothers/whashapnin-thug-lyrics.html
 How ya wanna get it?
 Straight, from the man, the one, the gutta, the great, the raw and the real
 Now go'ne tell me how you feel, fa real
 I'm so thowed it's a damn shame
 Hit him up heavy, holla, and we can do the damn thang
 Now I'm sayin'
 Serious 'bout stackin' my nachos
 Desperados
 Ridin' on some choppas and some hot Vogues
 Ya heard that?
 Trunk slappin' to the best of my sounds
 I got to holla at my G-Money and the rest of my round, rounds
 Ha?
[Chorus]
 [Verse Three - C-Loc]
 Whoa now
 That's what they tellin' me, but I keep my mug on
 The only label with ten felonies, that keep bubblin' on
 Steady duckin' first degrees in this place I call home
 Maintainin' focus on my G and ho shit, don't steer me wrong
 Now when big daddy blaze the scene he leave his I.D. unknown
 Only hot girls and felons in the zone where I roam
 Enemies exterminated at the touch of a phone
 Like your 'burban been invaded by a species unknown
 Now what what, playa what, it's a bust back thang
 True love for blood familiar baby, not a thang change
 [Max Minelli]
 Ya heard that?
 Trunk slappin' to the best of my sounds
 I hollin' at my nigga Loc and the rest of my round, rounds
 Ha?
[Chorus]








