Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Quiks Groove (The One), artist - The Game.
Date of issue: 15.10.2015
Song language: English
Quiks Groove (The One) |
You see I wake up in the morning |
Grab my blunt and pull my dick up out this bitch mouth |
I’m feeling like making this bitch iron my clothes or something |
Multitasking, cooking breakfast |
Making a nigga wanna smack that ass |
See, I met this bitch on Crenshaw, she told me give her a ride |
I said, «If I do that, you gotta give me head while Ray Charles drive.» |
Cause I ain’t, for, the tricking, no I ain’t |
I’m with my main bitch and my side bitch, I’m feeling like Saddam |
They had the bomb, |
And if her baby daddy tripping, fuck that nigga |
I push that nigga hairline back like he LeBron |
Make a nigga disappear like J-Kwon |
Body found by the Swans |
Nigga missing both of his arms, I ain’t playing |
I’m with the rat-tat-tat-tat, shoot a nigga if he do or don’t die |
He ain’t never coming back |
Now it’s one, two, buckle my shoe |
Patent leather Giuseppes nigga, watch what the fuck I do |
It’s the P-I-R-to-the-U |
And I put that on my momma I’ma ride for you baby boo |
Yay yay, I said I put that on my momma I’ma ride for you baby boo |
I hope you giving head today |
Cause I just wanna put this dick all in you (So I can bust a nut) |
Baby we gon' celebrate, celebration |
You bring all your girls and I’ma bring my crew, let me be the one |
One you take home at the end of the night babe, let me be the one |
I only want you to myself babe, let me be the one |
But you know I’m always open to suggestions |
I said let me be the one |
Down for you, it should never be a question, babe |
To blow your mind, away, away, my time |
To blow your mind, away, away, my time |
Don’t waste my time, baby, don’t waste my time |
To blow your mind, to blow your mind |
Yeah, Quik is the name |
With The Game, it’s a goddamn shame |
Niggas can’t see that we to blame |
For putting Compton to flames |
Ignite it up, haters knotted up |
When you trip with canker sores in your whip |
That’s what I do, to protect my party |
My goons snatch you out by your Ed Hardy |
Then its back to shawty, all the ladies drink free |
All the players grab a tab, that’s how that’s supposed to be |
Drinking Casamigos, fucking faster than grand national regals |
I’m in it in the pussy doing kegals |
I’m so Fred Segal right now |
She so spread eagle right now |
Ain’t nothing but the clothes going down |
I’m in the game and the fire’s the same |
My music is infinite like even before my fame |
I wrote about a thousand 16-bar verses |
And I’m still coming off like this my first hit |
I hope you giving head today |
Cause I just wanna put this dick all in you (So I can bust a nut) |
Baby we gon' celebrate, celebration |
You bring all your girls and I’ma bring my crew, let me be the one |
One you take home at the end of the night babe, let me be the one |
I only want you to myself babe, let me be the one |
But you know I’m always open to suggestions |
I said let me be the one |
Down for you, it should never be a question, babe |
To blow your mind, away, away, my time |
To blow your mind, away, away, my time |
Don’t waste my time, baby, don’t waste my time |
To blow your mind, to blow your mind |
Now DJ Quik got a bitch from the Bay |
Say she wanna fuck his lil homie, got her sipping on that Alize |
You ever had your dick sucked to Mausberg before? |
And had a Mossberg pump leaning on the front door? |
Treat my dick like a newborn, hold the head |
I told a bitch «Pimpin' ain’t dead, hoes are scared |
So stop that bickering,» I got a bitch from the Nickersons |
That got a fucking bounty on my head, uh oh |
I’m rhyming with Chuck Taylor too, he doing something new |
Something more comfortable for you to just bang your shit to |
So lady, go on and work those hips |
Like them inmates work those divs |
And when I get there baby work your lips |
If it don’t make dollars don’t holler |
It’s DJ Quik in any year Impala |
And if it don’t make sense then don’t flinch |
What you hear from a bull that don’t chew no grass? |
No shit |
I hope you giving head today |
Cause I just wanna put this dick all in you (So I can bust a nut) |
Baby we gon' celebrate |
You bring all your girls and I’ma bring my crew, let me be the one |
One you take home at the end of the night babe, let me be the one |
I only want you to myself babe, let me be the one |
But you know I’m always open to suggestions |
I said let me be the one |
Down for you, it should never be a question, babe |
To blow your mind, away, away, my time |
To blow your mind, away, away, my time |
Don’t waste my time, baby, don’t waste my time |
To blow your mind, to blow your mind |
She’s sucking on my dick |
She’s a bad, bad girl |
Uh, h-hold on, hold on, baby |
Your head hit the button, girl |
We on the li- |
Z-boy fro, yo man are we live? |
We still live, huh? |
Damn girl, don’t stop though |
Hit you off with something brand new |
A Travis Barker produced joint, believe it or not |
Hold on, let me hit this button |