DJ Quik, Problem, Shy Carter - A New Nite / Rosecrans Groove lyrics
[DJ Quik, Problem, Shy Carter - A New Nite / Rosecrans Groove lyrics]
Is that my fucking pager going off?
Big city, big city, big city
Forty links, Forty stares
Everytime I come 'round
Oh so ready for whatever
Cause it can go down
Cause these streets don't love nobody
And these hoes don't love nobody
And these streets don't love nobody
But themselves
I'm just tryna spread love
Through these Compton streets
Hit DJ Quik, need a Compton beat
Fuck around and have babies
With some Compton freaks
Real beef has wings, you'll be gone in weeks
Street shit like sight stay on my toes
Lotta niggas start hating when
You fucking these hoes
Lotta niggas start hating when
You getting the cash
Everyday gotta stuff more cash in the stack
Black bitches with titties
White bitches with ass
Hit the chach with a knock
I put my boy on the lick
Brought it back like a G
Rolls out of the shit
Knew some niggas girls back when
They was swallowing dick
So they remember the times
Michael Jackson know
These niggas know I fuck
So they flexing though
Now a nigga think he gotta be mad at me
Keep it cool though you know
My niggas blast happy
Forty links, forty stares
Everytime I come 'round (tonight)
Oh so ready for whatever
Cause it can go down (tonight)
Cause these streets don't love nobody
And these hoes don't love nobody
And these streets don't love nobody
But themselves
Now this the kinda beat that
I might need Dre on
Them 14 hours studio sessions, I'mma stay on
The kind of on that makes
You go higher and higher
I sleep when I'm dead I
Come alive when I'm tired
Now this the kind of beat I
Make when I'm just dippin'
The bassline sound like
My fingers set-trippin'
On what better spot the
El Segundo and Central
This the intersection that made
Me make instrumentals
I got haters in the outfield lookin' at me
I got ladies in the front row looking OG
I got a stiff pair of
Levi 501s in my britches
And got a stiff third leg for
When I doggy my bitches
I got a working record label
What the hell y'all got?
I got Jimmy Purple Haze
What the hell y'all got?
And I still own the equipment
That brought my deal
But smart enough to buy multiples
Cause y'all niggas steal
Forty links, forty stares
Everytime I come 'round (tonight)
I'm so ready for whatever
Cause it can go down (tonight)
Cause these streets don't love nobody
And these hoes don't love nobody
And these streets don't love nobody
But themselves
Problems gon' come you gotta deal with them
Fake niggas stop politicin' on real niggas
Talking greezy on motherfuckers that
Kill with him
Snitch right on his partner then
Go and chill with him
Right at his momma house
Like nothin' happened
Cops hit his momma house
While his granny nappin'
Hoes make niggas turn to somethin' else
There gotta be a better way
Shit is somethin' else
Cause this balling just ain't gon'
Stop no time soon no, oh, oh
So you might as well get into
The money like I do woah, woah, woah
Forty links, forty stares
Everytime I come 'round (tonight)
Oh so ready for whatever
Cause it can go down (tonight)
Cause these streets don't love nobody
And these hoes don't love nobody
And these streets don't love nobody
But themselves
She let him roll that ass
Shake it to the floor
And when she shake that ass
The DJ hit it next she likes it Compton
She likes it Compton
She let him roll that ass
Shake it to the floor
And when she shake that ass
The DJ hit it next she like it Compton
She likes it Compton
Big city, big city, big city
Forty links, Forty stares
Everytime I come 'round
Oh so ready for whatever
Cause it can go down
Cause these streets don't love nobody
And these hoes don't love nobody
And these streets don't love nobody
But themselves
I'm just tryna spread love
Through these Compton streets
Hit DJ Quik, need a Compton beat
Fuck around and have babies
With some Compton freaks
Real beef has wings, you'll be gone in weeks
Street shit like sight stay on my toes
Lotta niggas start hating when
You fucking these hoes
Lotta niggas start hating when
You getting the cash
Everyday gotta stuff more cash in the stack
Black bitches with titties
White bitches with ass
Hit the chach with a knock
I put my boy on the lick
Brought it back like a G
Rolls out of the shit
Knew some niggas girls back when
They was swallowing dick
So they remember the times
Michael Jackson know
These niggas know I fuck
So they flexing though
Now a nigga think he gotta be mad at me
Keep it cool though you know
My niggas blast happy
Forty links, forty stares
Everytime I come 'round (tonight)
Oh so ready for whatever
Cause it can go down (tonight)
Cause these streets don't love nobody
And these hoes don't love nobody
And these streets don't love nobody
But themselves
Now this the kinda beat that
I might need Dre on
Them 14 hours studio sessions, I'mma stay on
The kind of on that makes
You go higher and higher
I sleep when I'm dead I
Come alive when I'm tired
Now this the kind of beat I
Make when I'm just dippin'
The bassline sound like
My fingers set-trippin'
On what better spot the
El Segundo and Central
This the intersection that made
Me make instrumentals
I got haters in the outfield lookin' at me
I got ladies in the front row looking OG
I got a stiff pair of
Levi 501s in my britches
And got a stiff third leg for
When I doggy my bitches
I got a working record label
What the hell y'all got?
I got Jimmy Purple Haze
What the hell y'all got?
And I still own the equipment
That brought my deal
But smart enough to buy multiples
Cause y'all niggas steal
Forty links, forty stares
Everytime I come 'round (tonight)
I'm so ready for whatever
Cause it can go down (tonight)
Cause these streets don't love nobody
And these hoes don't love nobody
And these streets don't love nobody
But themselves
Problems gon' come you gotta deal with them
Fake niggas stop politicin' on real niggas
Talking greezy on motherfuckers that
Kill with him
Snitch right on his partner then
Go and chill with him
Right at his momma house
Like nothin' happened
Cops hit his momma house
While his granny nappin'
Hoes make niggas turn to somethin' else
There gotta be a better way
Shit is somethin' else
Cause this balling just ain't gon'
Stop no time soon no, oh, oh
So you might as well get into
The money like I do woah, woah, woah
Forty links, forty stares
Everytime I come 'round (tonight)
Oh so ready for whatever
Cause it can go down (tonight)
Cause these streets don't love nobody
And these hoes don't love nobody
And these streets don't love nobody
But themselves
She let him roll that ass
Shake it to the floor
And when she shake that ass
The DJ hit it next she likes it Compton
She likes it Compton
She let him roll that ass
Shake it to the floor
And when she shake that ass
The DJ hit it next she like it Compton
She likes it Compton