| They got an ATM in the strip club
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| And when it’s all trick money every crisp dub
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| Switch your mouth put a dolla on a bottled water
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| I’ll then blame on a fight with a man’s daughter
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| When you see us comin in, pat us down playa
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| Cus we ain’t goin for that muthafuckin shit later
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| Lookin for the hoes, all the best you got
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| It’s little Quik and I come to spend a knot
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| In about a hour I’ma be a proper groom
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| Mike Bezy getting sculled in the upper room
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| Top Dog taught me this is how to go
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| If I ain’t havin fun, what I’m livin fo?
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| Whether a barberry coast or a batch stars
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| Or at first kings, we in a hundred thousand dollar cars
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| We ain’t doin the worst, we be doin the best
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| Now what’s up with the manaché sex
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| Try me (Try me)
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| Take me to your room and ride me (Ride me)
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| And baby when you’re through, you can hide me (Hide me)
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| I wanna be your new Sex Crymee
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| So if you wanna a true
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| Try me (Try me)
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| Take me to your room and ride me (Ride me)
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| And baby when you’re through, you can hide me (Hide me)
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| I wanna be your new Sex Crymee
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| Now what you talkin 'bout?
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| We be all over the states, lookin for the greats
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| Hoes with the reputations for having cakes
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| Puerto Rican mami with the black in it
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| Whole booty looking like a heart with a crack in it
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| Cabrini green style, say it three times fast
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| Before you do you in love with the ass
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| Top Dog, Playa Hamm bought her out
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| Show these L.A. niggas what we talkin about
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| She wanna give you pain till you feel it
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| Claimin that you came on the Peni and the cillin
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| Get down on it like Creeton with your thang
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| 3 or 4 tag team really ain’t a thang
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| With a… She got game
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| I love you like stranger, sex infinite
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| I need you like a magma for a few minutes
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| Pull your panties down some or at least to the side
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| So I can Slip 'n Slide
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| I like to lick you’re paw prints
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| I wanna show how raw that a jaw gets
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| Bang down on ya kidney and it all hits
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| That’s it take it off do raw shit
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| Try me (Try me)
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| Take me to your room and ride me (Ride me)
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| And baby when you’re through, you can hide me (Hide me)
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| I wanna be your new Sex Crymee
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| So if you wanna a true
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| Try me (Try me)
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| Take me to your room and ride me (Ride me)
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| And baby when you’re through, you can hide me (Hide me)
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| I wanna be your new Sex Crymee
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| Now what you talkin 'bout?
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| You actin like you ain’t tired
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| You make me wanna just stay up all night doin this shit
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| You actin like we ain’t both gotta be somewhere
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| When you first put it in that’s the… that's the best part
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| Doin it without a rubber like if that’s smart
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| Balls in ya jaws, lovin the walls you crawl
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| Pillow case bitin and I’m inviting you all
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| Tell me, what’s the best form of stress relief
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| Some head in the bed or some Ecs to keep
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| And I’m lookin for the broads that I saw in the mall
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| They got my number told you I was about to call y’all
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| I beat your pussy like you stole somethin
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| Bringin you down slow humpin
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| I’m losing my religion, just like Pac
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| Lookin for a broad to get up in the cock
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| Cus a G ain’t shit without a bitch in his bed
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| And money don’t mean nothing if you’re rich and ya dead
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| So I’m slappin the cheeks
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| And while you niggas scrappin in the streets
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| I’m smackin in the sheets
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| Try me (Try me)
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| Take me to your room and ride me (Ride me)
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| And baby when you’re through, you can hide me (Hide me)
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| I wanna be your new Sex Crymee
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| So if you wanna a true
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| Try me (Try me)
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| Take me to your room and ride me (Ride me)
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| And baby when you’re through, you can hide me (Hide me)
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| I wanna be your new Sex Crymee
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| Now what you talkin 'bout? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sex Crymee , by - DJ Quik. Song from the album Under Tha Influence, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп