Born A Thug Trick Daddy
"Born A Thug" by Trick Daddy, released in 1998, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of street life, resilience, and the struggles of growing up in a tough environment. The lyrics convey a sense of pride in one's identity as a thug, emphasizing survival and authenticity. Unique elements include gritty beats and raw storytelling, reflecting the realities of urban life. The song has influenced the Southern rap scene and resonates with listeners facing similar challenges.
[Chorus: Trick Daddy]
Shorty's gonna be
Shorty wanna be
So he's gonna be
A straight thug
His mama was a G
And daddy was a G
Ain't nothin' left for him to be
But a thug
Shorty's gonna be
Shorty wanna be
So he's gonna be
A straight thug
His mama was a G
And daddy was a G
Ain't nothin' left for him to be
But a thug
[Verse 1]
This is a story bout a young nigga
Who's mama was a whore and his daddy was a drug dealer
Ridin' 'round the corner from 'em was the spot
They sold weed, lace, base, heroin and marijuana
His role model was an older nigga
Who kept a wad of hundreds cause he had a whole lot of money
Now keep in mind this is 'round the time that
Miami niggas was really tryin' to put it down
That's back when the pimp game played out
That next year crack cocaine came out
And it all started in the suburbs
But only rich folks could afford to go and smoke that good dope
And yo they used to call it free-base
But when it made it to my block, me and my boys called it Crack Rock
We used to cook it up and bag it up and sell 'em
Nickels and dimes to any bitch that was buyin'
Shorty's gonna be
Shorty wanna be
So he's gonna be
A straight thug
His mama was a G
And daddy was a G
Ain't nothin' left for him to be
But a thug
Shorty's gonna be
Shorty wanna be
So he's gonna be
A straight thug
His mama was a G
And daddy was a G
Ain't nothin' left for him to be
But a thug
[Verse 1]
This is a story bout a young nigga
Who's mama was a whore and his daddy was a drug dealer
Ridin' 'round the corner from 'em was the spot
They sold weed, lace, base, heroin and marijuana
His role model was an older nigga
Who kept a wad of hundreds cause he had a whole lot of money
Now keep in mind this is 'round the time that
Miami niggas was really tryin' to put it down
That's back when the pimp game played out
That next year crack cocaine came out
And it all started in the suburbs
But only rich folks could afford to go and smoke that good dope
And yo they used to call it free-base
But when it made it to my block, me and my boys called it Crack Rock
We used to cook it up and bag it up and sell 'em
Nickels and dimes to any bitch that was buyin'
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