Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Indiscretions In The Back Of The Limo, artist - DJ Quik. Album song Trauma, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: mad science
Song language: English
Indiscretions In The Back Of The Limo |
Yo, yo, yo, yo |
Ay, ay, ay, ay, c’mon |
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yeah-yeah-ye-yo, uh ay |
Yo, ay, ay, ay, ay, c’mon |
Ay look shorty tell your homegirl |
Put the puss on the wood, make the dick go wood y’know? |
Pimp Squad clique ya dig? |
Big done told y’all niggas one time |
DJ Quik in this bitch ya already know what it is ho |
A-Town's own one Bankhead homey (Bankhead!) |
All the way to Compton ya dig? |
I got a bad bitch from Cali that love to blow cavi |
Kinda bitch that suck ya dick and make you wanna get married |
Seem like she squeeze in them jeans just barely |
I can see the pussy pokin like your pants bustin open |
Now we hydro blowin in the Cadillac coastin |
On the way to the liquor store to go and pull a foursome |
Tell her pop two of these then lemme see your knees bend |
Hit the club find a bitch who familiar to freakin |
Tell her shawty look, all you need is three friends |
And get you to the suites, I’ma give you what you need then |
Nine inches from behind on you bitches |
'Til your pussy need stitches and spines outta commission |
Listen tell 'em if they’re ready to breeze |
Bet whatever they can’t eat your pussy better than me |
If it’s a gamble tell 'em meet me by the Phantom at 3 |
And now I’m, standin with three bitches challengin me |
Before you know it |
Three bitches in the back of the ride |
Suckin dick 'til they’re satisfied |
Fo' bitches in the back of the ride |
Suckin titties 'til they satisfied |
I got, five bitches in the back of the ride |
They ass pokin from the back of they thighs |
As I say, six bitches in the back of the ride |
Eatin pussy 'til they satisfied, c’mon |
Five in the morning broads at my do' |
White Air Forces walkin 'cross the hardwood flo' |
Open up the door don’t recognize a face |
But was surprised by the size of her thighs and waist |
Ay, waste no time tell her come on in |
I’m fresh out of Grey Goose and no more Henn' |
But shawty got a thong on and fo' mo' friends |
See when you live like the man ye ain’t gotta pretend |
I got her kissin in the mouth on the couch in the den |
Then I put it in right up over her chin |
Tell her rub in your face, it’ll clear up your skin |
And that’s with all due respect, I ain’t tryin to offend ya |
It’s, like I told you when we met at the club |
You in the, wrong place if you were lookin for love |
I’m fin' to find a couple freaks, buy a bottle and dip |
Y’all oughta be followin Tip to holler and miss, I got |
I’m dope, I’m bomb, I’m wounded and I’m so feeble |
Can’t believe the bullshit I’m gettin from these people |
If I go to San Diego, I can’t get no bitch |
Because the B-Dawgs beat the shit out of 'em all, and they tragic |
Bitin off they nipples and bash 'em like y’all savage |
Pullin out they hair got they self esteem damaged |
I still love pussy but I don’t eat the shit that comes with it |
You can keep it if I can’t hit and quit it because |
It’s D-J Q-U-I-C-K who you thought it was |
C-O-M-P-T-O-N, flossin the proper buzz |
I cut my perm out so I wouldn’t look burned out |
A young thug geekin off these beats that I churned out |
I’m bad, I’m the Mad Hatter, wish I was fatter |
But that’s a dream weighin on my life like a triple beam |
A life that simple seems harder to fathom |
So I’m in Manhattan and Harlem gettin at 'em, in a Bentley |
Three bitches in the back of the ride |
Suckin dick until they satisfied |
Fo' bitches in the back of the ride |
Lickin nipples 'til they satisfied |
We got, five bitches in the back of the ride |
They ass pokin out the back of they thighs |
Six bitches in the back of the ride |
Spendin money cause we satisfied |