2Pac – Thug Passion (feat. Jewell, Storm & Outlawz) Lyrics

Thug Passion

2Pac (feat. Jewell, Storm & Outlawz)

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"Thug Passion." - 2Pac (feat. Jewell, Storm & Outlawz)

Tuesday, 20 October 2026, 07:44 am

Album: All Eyez On Me

Track No: 06

Alright, 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 ****
You know what I mean?
I ain't tryin' to turn y'all **** into alcohols, alcoholics
I'm just tryin' to turn you into motherfuckin' thugs
So come get some of this thug passion, baby
Man, I could, pull like they dick would, be good till it's relevant
But I'm a straight soldier that'll roll up a **** like it's heaven sent
Trippin' over dead presidents, they got these derelicts
I thought was down with this business tryin' to clown and get a cent
And so rather than stand forever, been thinkin'
Drinkin' over a felony, 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 passin' through times
And all these backstabbers be watchin', just keep it plain
And I'ma keep it the same, partner, just take it, a simple game
I can pinkle with rain twinklin', diamonds and things go blinkin'
Enough to hold me till I'm old and wrinklin'
These adversaries, they gon' have to be worryin'
'Cause I'ma be illin', fulfillin' my passion till 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
You got me drippin' wet
From the way you make me sweat
Give me some of your thug passion, baby, oh
Now what if me turn this Hennessy to a robbery?
The prophecy probably suddenly switch how it 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's only one way to make more
So I'm standin' on the corner tryin' to hustle in the snow
And my bigger bro couldn't know
But buy a .44, blastin' at playa haters wantin' more with a thug passion
Puttin' down, mashin', controlled by this thug's passion
Unlike them other bustas pistol blastin', I'm askin' what happened
To them **** who kept it real like they claim to?
That's what money and fame do, see, they ain't true
Travelin' this road, my poor soul has been consolidated
With all this bullshit that I done tolerated, how I made it can be easily stated
It's like my hardest bring the grip with the passion
Left me the fuckin' greatest, load up and take shit
Make it to some high dollar gangsta shit
Jack a stack till 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 **** Mr. Herb
Take a toke as your heart goes full arrest
I got the bomb, so ****, fuck the rest
You need a thug to get you flowin', 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
You got me drippin' wet
From the way you make me sweat
Give me some of your thug passion, baby, oh
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 'bout 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 ****'s 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 **** 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, oh
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, oh
Thug passion
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
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

Writer(s): 2Pac, J. Jackson, Katari Cox, M. Greenidge, M. Beale, D. Hunter, Jewell Peyton, Larry Troutman, Roger Troutman & Shirley Murdock.

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