DJ Quik, Hi-C, AMG, 2nd II None - Skanless lyrics
[DJ Quik, Hi-C, AMG, 2nd II None - Skanless lyrics]
Pussy ain't nuthin' but a hole
And most bitches ain't nothing but hoes
So what I'm gonna do right here
Is kick it to the man left rear
(Run that shit)
And a one and a two and a three
And you got the nigga AMG
And a four and a five and a six
On my left hand side is DJ Quik
We got 2nd I I None in the house
We got my man Hi-C in the house
And all the niggas who disapprove
Ya tryin to bust a move
You can get a dick in ya mouth
Yo, you can't fuck wit a nigga
I'm holdin my piece
I'm bailin down to 'crans
With my Khakis creased
A link on my neck and a bitch on my dick, so
I put a beeper card on a bitch front window
I'm that nigga who can serve it well
Then bloody up the sheets at a raunchy motel
Yeah I'mma treat ya, 'cause I'm a feed ya
Take you to McDonald's then I leave ya
Live, via satellite on Rosecrans and Aranbe
We got my boy DJ Quik in the house
And he's gonna take you on a mission
And show you how the real jackers jack, nigga
Yeah, and now I'm takin' off my
Belt so I can sag
I keep the 44 Mag in a duffle bag
And in the G-ride I'm rollin' in the rain
And don't let me catch you
Slippin' on the turning lane
I creep up to your quarter panel and I pause
Whip out the 4 up to your nose
And make you shit your drawers
Now I don't want your money or your hoes
No, all I want is your muthafuckin 'renzo's
Now, let's take a ride down to 'crans
I'm rollin with a muthafucka with
Doodoo in his pants
And a nigga like you can get me work
Because I know you got them
Birdies that don't chirp
Aww, too bad you didn't make it to your 9
So forget about your Fin-O 'cause it's mine
And to you niggas that be trippin
Watch your trunk and don't be slippin
'Cause the Quik will take
Your hoopty every time, muthafucka
Once again it's the muthafuckin D
You wanna be my bitch
Well you gotta pay a fee
You wanna get quoted
Get your ass in the circle
We'll whoop your ass nigga 'til
Your eye turn purple (Ayo, Craw)
My name is the Craw, the C-R-A W-F-O-R-D
The poet Hi-C
I got your fat pregnant bitch in my waterbed
And I'm about to bust a nut
On your little baby's head
The shit you be talking, I label it "caca"
Move your fat ass, and pass the vodka
Pour half a cup, fill it up with Socco
Bitches try and trip, you might get socked
Ho "I love you, though
" that's what I'm screamin'
Just to get some pussy, I'll be fiendin'
Boyfriend always talking 'bout doggystyle
Wait a while, I can do it froggystyle
(Stop that darn cussing
My children are listening)
Eat a dick, ya bitch
And most bitches ain't nothing but hoes
So what I'm gonna do right here
Is kick it to the man left rear
(Run that shit)
And a one and a two and a three
And you got the nigga AMG
And a four and a five and a six
On my left hand side is DJ Quik
We got 2nd I I None in the house
We got my man Hi-C in the house
And all the niggas who disapprove
Ya tryin to bust a move
You can get a dick in ya mouth
Yo, you can't fuck wit a nigga
I'm holdin my piece
I'm bailin down to 'crans
With my Khakis creased
A link on my neck and a bitch on my dick, so
I put a beeper card on a bitch front window
I'm that nigga who can serve it well
Then bloody up the sheets at a raunchy motel
Yeah I'mma treat ya, 'cause I'm a feed ya
Take you to McDonald's then I leave ya
Live, via satellite on Rosecrans and Aranbe
We got my boy DJ Quik in the house
And he's gonna take you on a mission
And show you how the real jackers jack, nigga
Yeah, and now I'm takin' off my
Belt so I can sag
I keep the 44 Mag in a duffle bag
And in the G-ride I'm rollin' in the rain
And don't let me catch you
Slippin' on the turning lane
I creep up to your quarter panel and I pause
Whip out the 4 up to your nose
And make you shit your drawers
Now I don't want your money or your hoes
No, all I want is your muthafuckin 'renzo's
Now, let's take a ride down to 'crans
I'm rollin with a muthafucka with
Doodoo in his pants
And a nigga like you can get me work
Because I know you got them
Birdies that don't chirp
Aww, too bad you didn't make it to your 9
So forget about your Fin-O 'cause it's mine
And to you niggas that be trippin
Watch your trunk and don't be slippin
'Cause the Quik will take
Your hoopty every time, muthafucka
Once again it's the muthafuckin D
You wanna be my bitch
Well you gotta pay a fee
You wanna get quoted
Get your ass in the circle
We'll whoop your ass nigga 'til
Your eye turn purple (Ayo, Craw)
My name is the Craw, the C-R-A W-F-O-R-D
The poet Hi-C
I got your fat pregnant bitch in my waterbed
And I'm about to bust a nut
On your little baby's head
The shit you be talking, I label it "caca"
Move your fat ass, and pass the vodka
Pour half a cup, fill it up with Socco
Bitches try and trip, you might get socked
Ho "I love you, though
" that's what I'm screamin'
Just to get some pussy, I'll be fiendin'
Boyfriend always talking 'bout doggystyle
Wait a while, I can do it froggystyle
(Stop that darn cussing
My children are listening)
Eat a dick, ya bitch