DJ Quik, B-Real - Fandango lyrics
[DJ Quik, B-Real - Fandango lyrics]
You might find me in the Century Club
Fresh kicks, fresh cut, pocket full of dubs
Box of Altoids for my
Paranoid niggaz actin foul
Stop smokin if you can't be proud
Adult star night, not another bar fight
Inglewood players actin right
In the spotlight
Me I'm righter than invisible set
I'm visibly wet
Slurrin and I'm lookin for my pet
I pass to the massa with her whip on her
Ask her if she sippin wit'cha bird
If she not we move past her
And I ain't hatin I'm just diggin ya ass girl
Is that the collagen shot
Is that what'cha momma got?
I'm so rugged, bullet wound in back
Of the axe handle blunt
Force trauma kinda tuggin
And I ain't never been what the cat drug on
B-Real Quik's to keep ya mean muggin
California clownin, bounce to sundown
In the moonlight groovin
Trippin off the saloon fight
We Fandango, the next day hangover
Got me feelin like I hit a
Train with my Range Rover
Feel free to lose your mind, let'cha brain go
Fuck the tango do the Fandango
Triple step, right left
Then you let'cha dame go
Spin around 'til you get a hangover
Take your doo rag off, let your brain grow
Fuck the tango do the Fandango
Triple step, right left
Then you let'cha man go
Spin around 'til you get a hangover
Watch me climb out the whip with
The bird on my hip
She wanna set it off in the club, don't trip
We crack a bottle and all my fam take a sip
Any haters wanna pop at the lip
We come equipped
We get the paper and the savor the flavor
But never forget about the haters
Who constantly imitate us
Homey we creators and players
And rhyme sayers for layers of words
Let me say it in terms
That you can understand
So clearly, you feelin me fam?
She's on the floor cause of my homey Quik man
And she hit's the mall but
You don't really understand
Yeah I seen it before but now
It's gettin out of hand
Mami's diggin for more
And she's posin for the cam
Little beef got the dancefloor slammed
No tango, straight Fandango
Birds flock to us like heads to Kangols
C'mon
I'm a master in disguise
Movin swiftly to the thighs
Move faster than me, then I recognize
That I ain't really got nuttin to hide
But the bratwurst skinny girl second
Fat girls first
And Compton is still on my mind
I remember when we used to get
Scared when they got behind us
One-time sayin they been tryin to find us
But they got the wrong niggaz, never mind us
My tongue tumbles like I'm bumblebee stung
Rip out the stinger
You keep talkin shit I whip out the ringer
How many times does it have to end
Right before 12: 00 AM
Why you packin a Slim Jim?
I gets down on the mic like
I rode down on a bike
Road rash, skin peelin tonight
The club ain't never crackin 'til
The haters be gone
We need to build the eliminator hater light
And put it on 'em
Fresh kicks, fresh cut, pocket full of dubs
Box of Altoids for my
Paranoid niggaz actin foul
Stop smokin if you can't be proud
Adult star night, not another bar fight
Inglewood players actin right
In the spotlight
Me I'm righter than invisible set
I'm visibly wet
Slurrin and I'm lookin for my pet
I pass to the massa with her whip on her
Ask her if she sippin wit'cha bird
If she not we move past her
And I ain't hatin I'm just diggin ya ass girl
Is that the collagen shot
Is that what'cha momma got?
I'm so rugged, bullet wound in back
Of the axe handle blunt
Force trauma kinda tuggin
And I ain't never been what the cat drug on
B-Real Quik's to keep ya mean muggin
California clownin, bounce to sundown
In the moonlight groovin
Trippin off the saloon fight
We Fandango, the next day hangover
Got me feelin like I hit a
Train with my Range Rover
Feel free to lose your mind, let'cha brain go
Fuck the tango do the Fandango
Triple step, right left
Then you let'cha dame go
Spin around 'til you get a hangover
Take your doo rag off, let your brain grow
Fuck the tango do the Fandango
Triple step, right left
Then you let'cha man go
Spin around 'til you get a hangover
Watch me climb out the whip with
The bird on my hip
She wanna set it off in the club, don't trip
We crack a bottle and all my fam take a sip
Any haters wanna pop at the lip
We come equipped
We get the paper and the savor the flavor
But never forget about the haters
Who constantly imitate us
Homey we creators and players
And rhyme sayers for layers of words
Let me say it in terms
That you can understand
So clearly, you feelin me fam?
She's on the floor cause of my homey Quik man
And she hit's the mall but
You don't really understand
Yeah I seen it before but now
It's gettin out of hand
Mami's diggin for more
And she's posin for the cam
Little beef got the dancefloor slammed
No tango, straight Fandango
Birds flock to us like heads to Kangols
C'mon
I'm a master in disguise
Movin swiftly to the thighs
Move faster than me, then I recognize
That I ain't really got nuttin to hide
But the bratwurst skinny girl second
Fat girls first
And Compton is still on my mind
I remember when we used to get
Scared when they got behind us
One-time sayin they been tryin to find us
But they got the wrong niggaz, never mind us
My tongue tumbles like I'm bumblebee stung
Rip out the stinger
You keep talkin shit I whip out the ringer
How many times does it have to end
Right before 12: 00 AM
Why you packin a Slim Jim?
I gets down on the mic like
I rode down on a bike
Road rash, skin peelin tonight
The club ain't never crackin 'til
The haters be gone
We need to build the eliminator hater light
And put it on 'em