DJ Quik, Bun B, Bizzy Bone - Across the Map lyrics
[DJ Quik, Bun B, Bizzy Bone - Across the Map lyrics]
I walk in the bank, drop a smile and a flash
But they still gotta record it
When I'm pausing my cash
And when I leave financial
I go jump in that fast
To go back to the lab
And make a beat for the mass
And some milk in the glass
I'm teaching all you jokers
So you can't skip class
I hope you broads don't think I'm
Only out for that ass
Your tank will stay on empty
Cause you like to get gassed
Now when I'm in the club
I'm drinking shots of Patrone
But when I leave the club
I'm always leaving alone
Ugly girls call me crazy
And they call me gay little monkey
I'll be there to get you out the way
You gorilla
And lose a couple pounds of hair weeve
In your bathroom you ain't on my level
Fireplace in your master bedroom
You ain't on my level, i do it with rhyme
You know I do it with beats
I get new money to sign
I'm addicted to the grind
I'm like rocket in your mind
I'm like Beatles in their prime i'm
While we sippin on Patrone
Reason for deseeving, to be or not to be
Poppin pills while niggas chillin
To the cieling
My nigga Quik on the record we was
Thought I was in public
Chickens my nigga
Kill this shit a job
They dance, looking for
Bitch I ain't no trick, this is a
Well you already know that it's that OG Bun
Rocking with the homie Quik
Having some OG fun
Representing for the streets, that the OG run
Now let me give you an
Example of what OG done
I put it down, for niggas who puttin it up
When they start going pop, I was hoodin it up
When they took us to the berbs
I went back to the trap
They forgot about the south
I put it back on the map
Worldwide respected, locally I'm looked up to
But disreguarding red tape
I just cut through
Tryna throw me a monkey rench
I'm like fuck you
You got your marching orders, hut one
Hut two about face, now move around, G
Cause, I don't playa hate niggas around me
I'm rolling with the homie DJ Quik
And if you hating on that
Then suck my DJ dick bitch
But they still gotta record it
When I'm pausing my cash
And when I leave financial
I go jump in that fast
To go back to the lab
And make a beat for the mass
And some milk in the glass
I'm teaching all you jokers
So you can't skip class
I hope you broads don't think I'm
Only out for that ass
Your tank will stay on empty
Cause you like to get gassed
Now when I'm in the club
I'm drinking shots of Patrone
But when I leave the club
I'm always leaving alone
Ugly girls call me crazy
And they call me gay little monkey
I'll be there to get you out the way
You gorilla
And lose a couple pounds of hair weeve
In your bathroom you ain't on my level
Fireplace in your master bedroom
You ain't on my level, i do it with rhyme
You know I do it with beats
I get new money to sign
I'm addicted to the grind
I'm like rocket in your mind
I'm like Beatles in their prime i'm
While we sippin on Patrone
Reason for deseeving, to be or not to be
Poppin pills while niggas chillin
To the cieling
My nigga Quik on the record we was
Thought I was in public
Chickens my nigga
Kill this shit a job
They dance, looking for
Bitch I ain't no trick, this is a
Well you already know that it's that OG Bun
Rocking with the homie Quik
Having some OG fun
Representing for the streets, that the OG run
Now let me give you an
Example of what OG done
I put it down, for niggas who puttin it up
When they start going pop, I was hoodin it up
When they took us to the berbs
I went back to the trap
They forgot about the south
I put it back on the map
Worldwide respected, locally I'm looked up to
But disreguarding red tape
I just cut through
Tryna throw me a monkey rench
I'm like fuck you
You got your marching orders, hut one
Hut two about face, now move around, G
Cause, I don't playa hate niggas around me
I'm rolling with the homie DJ Quik
And if you hating on that
Then suck my DJ dick bitch