DJ Quik, Wyclef Jean - Ladies & Thugs lyrics
[DJ Quik, Wyclef Jean - Ladies & Thugs lyrics]
I wanna
Punch them niggaz sayin gold don't rock
And I wanna
Rape that bitch that told a lie on 'Pac
I wanna right some wrongs before I
Put my coast on lock
So when you see the glock bastard
Don't you go into shock
If the hood hates me I'll
Buy your enemies guns
And have 'em clappin on you shermheads
Takin your funds
Scarin you motherfuckers to death
Give you the runs you better nice up
Before you leak and warm the ice up
I wanna murder the sniper that
Shot at Martin Luther King
Then get rid of the Viagra
Cause I'm strictly ginseng
Campaign in the hood if you want progress
Take all the gangs, put 'em up in Congress
Quik is so quick, listen to the ba-bum ba-bum
Brooklyn Zoo, California
With guns the size of
Elephant trunk, trunk trunks
Ladies shake your hump hump
Get your "Flashlight" cause we
Crunk like P-Funk
Ladies - I know you feel me
If you up in the party let
Me see you shake your body
Like you got no bones and
You tipsy off the Henny
Thugs - easy with the slugs tonight
I'm tryin to meet my wife tonight
Make love tonight
You don't wanna see yo' body on ice, right
Now if I snapped
It was just a matter of time
Before I turned into the Mad Hatter
Splatter your bladder on the morning after
You can't refute the disaster
Cause body parts get musty in plaster (ew)
Don't try to call a truce cause
I'm still comin after you
I don't like your kids but
I'ma spare 'em maybe later
Add 'em to my harem
And share 'em with the niggaz
You like the least
That still got it out for yo'
Ass when you swiped the piece
Yo, ever since "The Score" Quik
These rappers just bored
So I ain't rap no more I wrote songs for
Whitney Houston you could catch
Me with Santana
Bandana on tour, DipSet'n like Santana
We don't sell like we used to sell?
That's cause they live in America
We get worldwide sales
I'm on tour half of the year
You can't see me cuz
And your career gon' be as
Long as Britney's wedding was, ya heard?
California, knows how to party
When I land in the L-A-X
Quik picked me up, four freaks in a stretch
Big California chronic, me nah smoke sess
But it's all buddha bless from
The East and the West
Throw up yo' set, I don't say this often
But we gotta keep the peace
Too many in a coffin pour some liquor for my
Cousins out in Compton
I'm not a kingpin, I'm just a wing man
Strapped to the teeth with a blunt
And a green can a-B-C-D-E-F no G
Hennessy and Olde E, we run so deep
86 your concubine, he's just an old creep
You're so weak nigga and your
Hoes is so cheap nigga
You can't even get a prop on your own street
I'm at the Lake Park and
Meridian if you wanna speak
Punch them niggaz sayin gold don't rock
And I wanna
Rape that bitch that told a lie on 'Pac
I wanna right some wrongs before I
Put my coast on lock
So when you see the glock bastard
Don't you go into shock
If the hood hates me I'll
Buy your enemies guns
And have 'em clappin on you shermheads
Takin your funds
Scarin you motherfuckers to death
Give you the runs you better nice up
Before you leak and warm the ice up
I wanna murder the sniper that
Shot at Martin Luther King
Then get rid of the Viagra
Cause I'm strictly ginseng
Campaign in the hood if you want progress
Take all the gangs, put 'em up in Congress
Quik is so quick, listen to the ba-bum ba-bum
Brooklyn Zoo, California
With guns the size of
Elephant trunk, trunk trunks
Ladies shake your hump hump
Get your "Flashlight" cause we
Crunk like P-Funk
Ladies - I know you feel me
If you up in the party let
Me see you shake your body
Like you got no bones and
You tipsy off the Henny
Thugs - easy with the slugs tonight
I'm tryin to meet my wife tonight
Make love tonight
You don't wanna see yo' body on ice, right
Now if I snapped
It was just a matter of time
Before I turned into the Mad Hatter
Splatter your bladder on the morning after
You can't refute the disaster
Cause body parts get musty in plaster (ew)
Don't try to call a truce cause
I'm still comin after you
I don't like your kids but
I'ma spare 'em maybe later
Add 'em to my harem
And share 'em with the niggaz
You like the least
That still got it out for yo'
Ass when you swiped the piece
Yo, ever since "The Score" Quik
These rappers just bored
So I ain't rap no more I wrote songs for
Whitney Houston you could catch
Me with Santana
Bandana on tour, DipSet'n like Santana
We don't sell like we used to sell?
That's cause they live in America
We get worldwide sales
I'm on tour half of the year
You can't see me cuz
And your career gon' be as
Long as Britney's wedding was, ya heard?
California, knows how to party
When I land in the L-A-X
Quik picked me up, four freaks in a stretch
Big California chronic, me nah smoke sess
But it's all buddha bless from
The East and the West
Throw up yo' set, I don't say this often
But we gotta keep the peace
Too many in a coffin pour some liquor for my
Cousins out in Compton
I'm not a kingpin, I'm just a wing man
Strapped to the teeth with a blunt
And a green can a-B-C-D-E-F no G
Hennessy and Olde E, we run so deep
86 your concubine, he's just an old creep
You're so weak nigga and your
Hoes is so cheap nigga
You can't even get a prop on your own street
I'm at the Lake Park and
Meridian if you wanna speak