DJ Quik, T.I. - Indiscretions In The Back Of The Limo lyrics

Yo, yo, yo, yo ay, ay, ay, ay, c'mon
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yeah yeah-ye yo, uh ay
Yo, ay, ay, ay, ay, c'mon
Ay look shorty tell your homegirl
Put the puss on the wood
Make the dick go wood y'know?

Pimp Squad clique ya dig?
Big ? done told y'all niggaz one time
DJ Quik in this bitch ya already
Know what it is hoe
A Town's own one Bankhead homey (Bankhead)
All the way to Compton ya dig?

I got a bad bitch from Cali
That love to blow cavi
Kinda bitch that suck ya dick and
Make you wanna get married
Seem like she squeeze in
Them jeans just barely
I can see the pussy pokin


Like your pants bustin open
Now we hydro blowin in the Cadillac coastin
On the way to the liquor store
To go and pull a foursome
Tell her pop two of these then
Lemme see your knees bend
Hit the club find a bitch
Who familiar to freakin
Tell her shawty look
All you need is three friends
And get you to the suites
I'ma give you what you need then
Nine inches from behind on you bitches
'Til your pussy need stitches
And spines outta commission
Listen tell 'em if they're ready to breeze
Bet whatever they can't eat your
Pussy better than me
If it's a gamble tell 'em meet
Me by the Phantom at 3 and now I'm
Standin with three bitches challengin me
Before you know it

Three bitches in the back of the ride
Suckin dick 'til they're satisfied
Fo' bitches in the back of the ride
Suckin titties 'til they satisfied
I got, five bitches in the back of the ride
They ass pokin from the back of they thighs
As I say, six bitches in the back of the ride
Eatin pussy 'til they satisfied, c'mon

Five in the morning broads at my do'
? smokin 'cross the hardwood flo'
Open up the door don't recognize a face
But was surprised by the size
Of her thighs and waist
Ay, waste no time tell her come on in
I'm fresh out of Grey Goose and no more Henn'
But shawty got a thong on and fo' mo' friends
See when you live like the
Man ye ain't gotta pretend
I got her kissin in the mouth
On the couch in the den
Then I put it in right up over her chin
Tell her rub in your face
It'll clear up your skin
And that's with all due respect
I ain't tryin to offend ya
It's, like I told you when we met at the club
You in the
Wrong place if you were lookin for love
I'm fin' to find a couple freaks
Buy a bottle and dip
Y'all oughta be followin Tip
To holler and miss, i got

I'm dope, I'm bomb
I'm wounded and I'm so feeble
Can't believe the bullshit I'm
Gettin from these people
If I go to San Diego, I can't get no bitch
Because the B-Dawgs beat the shit
Out of 'em all, and they tragic
Bitin off they nipples and bash
'em like y'all savage
Pullin out they hair got
They self esteem damaged
I still love pussy but I don't eat
The shit that comes with it
You can keep it if I can't
Hit and quit it because
It's D-J Q-U-IC-K who you thought it was
C-O-M-P T-O-N, flossin the proper buzz
I cut my perm out so
I wouldn't look burned out
A young thug geekin off these
Beats that I churned out
I'm bad, I'm the Mad Hatter
Wish I was fatter
But that's a dream weighin on my
Life like a triple beam
A life that simple seems harder to fathom
So I'm in Manhattan and Harlem gettin at 'em
In a Bentley

Three bitches in the back of the ride
Suckin dick until they satisfied
Fo' bitches in the back of the ride
Lickin nipples 'til they satisfied
We got, five bitches in the back of the ride
They ass pokin out the back of they thighs
Six bitches in the back of the ride
Spendin money cause we satisfied