DJ Quik - Fire And Brimstone lyrics
[DJ Quik - Fire And Brimstone lyrics]
I don't give a fuck about you, you, her, him
That bitch, that nigga, ya'll, them
Pussy clot laws dripping out ya'll trim
'Bout to fill ya cup up
To the rim with brimstone fuck yo Grammy
Stick the bell part up ya ass call ya mammy
I don't need ya love muthafucka god damn he
Critics wanna slam me put me in a jam till I
Come back with the jammy
Blaow, knock your whole car window out till
Ya eyes white out bitch lights out
Got you dead on arrival at your service
On Saturday your whole family carry bibles
Got the whole building nervous
They turn around see me walk
Up in the service
I wrote your eulogy on toilet paper
Right out in the rain
Niggas got nerve, well I'm your novacane
This is fire and brimstone uh
Kill you with fire and brimstone uh
I'm a Mercedes man, a late 80's man
I guess you could call me
The perennial ladies man
Got some really rich friends
And they all really
Like me cause I really pitch trims
Sometimes when I'm bored I kick
It with dumb folk they all really hate me
Like rottening egg yolks
I love to rub it in because I'm not
A proper fit for your world of bullshit
You miserable mutt minds flawed by design
You'll never have the temperament to
Experiment with the benevolent
You're irrelevant
It should be your job to shovel shit
You need to cultivate and develop it
Get in the manure business and sell of it
Good luck trick i'm a precious stone
Wrapped in parchment paper
Round brilliant cut shootin'?
A dignitary, you're a lowly begger
Why don't you pull your plug you stupid nigga
If you're steering wheel is not wrapped in
Wood then you don't have the touch
So you will never feel it
'cause you denigrate too much
Who are you to judge, who
Are you to critique
Who are you to falsify my presence
I am unique so you can keep your $20 you
Ain't gotta buy my cd
Muthafucka not a problem
That's why I'm a recluse
Not the one you set loose
Muthafuckas in this game use my
Name to get juice
Say it, david blake, a maven, amazing
B-b-brighter than the forest
When it's blazing
Asteroid, past the void, keep it pushing
That a boy
Gotta get it hotter than oven cooking
That's a joy
For these last four bars I take it easy
But you still a muthafucka and your cheesy
Don't trust your memory
Write down what you feel about me
If yo head ain't rocking back and
And forth then doubt me
That bitch, that nigga, ya'll, them
Pussy clot laws dripping out ya'll trim
'Bout to fill ya cup up
To the rim with brimstone fuck yo Grammy
Stick the bell part up ya ass call ya mammy
I don't need ya love muthafucka god damn he
Critics wanna slam me put me in a jam till I
Come back with the jammy
Blaow, knock your whole car window out till
Ya eyes white out bitch lights out
Got you dead on arrival at your service
On Saturday your whole family carry bibles
Got the whole building nervous
They turn around see me walk
Up in the service
I wrote your eulogy on toilet paper
Right out in the rain
Niggas got nerve, well I'm your novacane
This is fire and brimstone uh
Kill you with fire and brimstone uh
I'm a Mercedes man, a late 80's man
I guess you could call me
The perennial ladies man
Got some really rich friends
And they all really
Like me cause I really pitch trims
Sometimes when I'm bored I kick
It with dumb folk they all really hate me
Like rottening egg yolks
I love to rub it in because I'm not
A proper fit for your world of bullshit
You miserable mutt minds flawed by design
You'll never have the temperament to
Experiment with the benevolent
You're irrelevant
It should be your job to shovel shit
You need to cultivate and develop it
Get in the manure business and sell of it
Good luck trick i'm a precious stone
Wrapped in parchment paper
Round brilliant cut shootin'?
A dignitary, you're a lowly begger
Why don't you pull your plug you stupid nigga
If you're steering wheel is not wrapped in
Wood then you don't have the touch
So you will never feel it
'cause you denigrate too much
Who are you to judge, who
Are you to critique
Who are you to falsify my presence
I am unique so you can keep your $20 you
Ain't gotta buy my cd
Muthafucka not a problem
That's why I'm a recluse
Not the one you set loose
Muthafuckas in this game use my
Name to get juice
Say it, david blake, a maven, amazing
B-b-brighter than the forest
When it's blazing
Asteroid, past the void, keep it pushing
That a boy
Gotta get it hotter than oven cooking
That's a joy
For these last four bars I take it easy
But you still a muthafucka and your cheesy
Don't trust your memory
Write down what you feel about me
If yo head ain't rocking back and
And forth then doubt me