| Oh yeah, once again
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| your friendly. |
| neighbour. |
| hood. |
| player
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| Suga Free. |
| is in this bitch. |
| bitch
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| Now I wanna break it down for my nigga DJ Quik
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| The almighty, funkster
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| The baddest to ever touch the MPC60
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| Worth 3000, you don’t hear me Clue Dogg, Blac Tone, Hi-C
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| Droppin some bomb shit fo yo ass
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| As we dip da, tip toe to the 9−7
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| Hold on, here we come
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| Tip toe but don’t ya run
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| Naw, uh-oh
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| Bitch you done fucked up!
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| Yeah I took yo phone book and took a long look
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| at another niggas name and his neighbourhood
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| Straight struck her
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| But life in a brick now-now, knew her, huh-huh, bullshit she
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| Took her stinky ass come up to my parole officer and say he hit me He’ll do a violation, and she know west ??
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| To realise only reason that bitch work is to keep her ankles warm
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| I, pimpin a padron on the first degree
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| I’m writin letters to a bitch that ain’t thinkin bout me But I’m a pimp mayne, so I’ma sharpen up my twos and bout that
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| Cause that bitch lips so big chopstick had to invent a spray, fuck that
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| You know that player hater cause he ain’t got one pinball in his body
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| That’s funny, I-I can’t-can't wait-wait to-to get-get my-my money
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| In a real way, hey Mr. pimp player max superior
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| Drivin that pussy in a pink Cadillac
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| with some of that jack off nut coloured interior
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| Baby don’t cry, I know he trippin
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| But you were a winner
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| Lil mo in my Cadillac ??? |
| panties up in my ??
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| Yeah, it’s Mr. Quik, tell me, who do you expect?
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| I’m back with Suga Free, and Hi-C for all respect
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| Cause I’ve been doin this shit for years and still impressin
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| Tryna get whatcha on me nothin mo nothin less
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| Cause in my black Lex I rolls from county to county
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| City to city lookin for the dark honies, suckle brown red titties
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| And bitches, y’all can’t play a technique for a trick
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| Because I speaks softly, and carries a big ol’dick
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| And um I like the bitches that ain’t scared to use they hands
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| I like the bitches that’d get naked in the back of the van
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| Yeah, see see, I paid ya like I’m major
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| You bitches steadily gettin over them niggas that done paid ya But then I just fire my newport and look at ya stupid
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| And then shoot you with an arrow like dick cause I ain’t Cupid
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| Now learn to tip toe?
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| I bet ya recognise me, I’m nasty as they come Mr. H-I-C
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| Tip Toe, but don’t ya run, cause me and my dogs be chillin in the tree
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| DJ Quik, Blac Tone and Suga Free
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| Now tell me what ya want, baby what ya need
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| I slap meat to a freak, and make the ho nose bleed
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| Cause bitches like you smoke up all the weed
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| And ain’t givin up shit with yo nappy weed
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| See I A hoe like you can shake my spot
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| Or suck my dick, till your taste of snot
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| Naw it don’t stop, we stays on top
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| And bust like a muthafuckin fo-fo shot
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| Fuck what you got, I’ma ride and swerve
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| Intoxicated man I hate it when I scrapes the curb
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| Just slammed the do and the ho tried to work me God damn ho, don’t bitch, ya tryna work me |