| K: What up Quik?
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| D: 'Ey Knoc
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| K: What up?
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| D: I’m just trippin' off of how you sound to this beat, man!
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| It’s like, it’s that kinda shit that make niggas in the street be like
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| Damn! |
| And the bitches like —
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| I’m just lookin' to have a good time and find some ass to grab
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| A nice bush to stab and hit, minus the bullshit, minus the two bit
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| Up her knowin' I’m ruthless and need of a good bitch
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| So independent, more than my mistress, more than to fuck
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| She comes, reopen the guest list
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| My bunny rabbit, most men want but can’t have it
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| I’ma tap it, and get pornographic, it’s automatic
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| She turns heads, everywhere she goes
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| Men that’s young and old
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| And bisexuals, would like to go low
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| And deliver low blows and high off sex and no do’s
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| I just need me a little good lovin'
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| Sex she wants but she wasn’t my cousin
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| Sexually, she can be, so misleadin'
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| Secretly, between the sheets, and she’s leadin'
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| My love slave (love slave)
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| Love slave (love slave)
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| Pretty skin, high yellow, dressed in all black leather
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| Up in the place, doin' the thing, amazing grace
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| Amazingly shakes ass and cakes
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| Dressed in drape and all lace, breakin' me off
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| Breakin' it down, breakin' a sweat, touchin' the ground
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| Up at the lounge, up at the club, and up at the spot
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| Up in the bathroom, living room, or out on the block
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| I won’t stop, I won’t quit, drinkin' a 5th
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| Bangin' some new shit from Dre & DJ Quik
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| Shakin' the miss fist & miss hit, call up the smile and fake tits
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| Hollywood and fakeness, good and greatness
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| Everything, a difference is, the difference is
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| In this bitch is, she ridin' dick
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| Up this place to be, playin' the game
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| Makin' the dame, ignorin' the fame, ignorin' the things
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| That make a dream and stressed out, simply plain
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| I maintain a main gain of material things
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| Thinkin' bout goin' home, freakin' the ho
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| Bringin' the drink, bringin' some dank and get on the floor
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| I’ma, rock it right and separate the men from mice
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| Live yo' life, fuck the limelight rap hype
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| Lookin' to have a good time by midnight
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| And get mines off and chill with a few dykes
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| Ready and willin', sorority pledgin'
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| Lessen them and breast be puttin' work in
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| Her man won’t know when she craves what she do
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| When she ain’t up in the club and she up in my room
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| I seen some guy for less, die for nothin'
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| Then seen some rest in peace over fuckin'
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| Stay in the place to be, doin' the same thing
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| Maintain my good game and things won’t change
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| Niggas is some timey, salty as one grain
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| I stay a G, and handle mine, stay out to get paid |