DJ Quik - Total Auto lyrics

"Now, love and money do not mix"

Pope John Paul I I, rest in peace
That was a good dude
He took a bullet and didn't even complain

I've been closer to death than pallbearers
Mutual disrespect is the sum of all terrors
I'm smarter than Maxwell, you'll get 86'd
And 99 is not a problem, she's my bitch
Baby mama named S -, she got a foul scent
Get swiss cheese like 50 but
She won't get a Cent
I'm sayin' different shit that you
Niggas ain't used to
The shit you can fuck, smoke
And drink your juice to
In South Cali, from Watts up to the valleys
I'm a Manhattan a lot, shoppin' in the alley
And I didn't really get the
Props a player deserves
'Cause, I'm a country talkin' city
Boy with balls and nerves
Who - swerves in a sports car, two seats
No friend two feet on the gas pedal
Burn the whole street
Police line-up, mugshot with a jheri curl
Bad since the '80s, fuckin' all the ladies
Sometimes bareback, sometimes with a rubber
And my dick still works
I'm a lucky motherfucker
Let the top down, shut the shop down
Pull up to them stupids that
Hate you and just clown all the way around
Hit the block on three tires
You ain't gon' be here that long, nigga
So set a fire
Roll that blunt up, put that gun up
Party like you dyin' and you
Tryin' to get done up
One last time, every night 'til the sun up
If livin' keeps you livin' have a drink
Keep the fun up
'Cause life is shorter than a
Nipple on a midget
So I'd rather be mackin' shorties
Gettin' a smidgin' and pimpin'
I was helpin' niggas like it ain't shit
Now that a player want his money back
These niggas wanna split
But, you dirty niggas is cursed
You under a spell
I could give more of these tapes
Away than Suga Free sells what the hell
That's dirty water under the bridge
I just hope the pimp ain't
Out here havin' ugly kids
I forgive you dirty niggas
Yeah fuck what you did
You wasn't shit to begin with
That's what I'll end with
I got this other homie
I'mma call him Napoleon a born loser
Fuckin' groupies all in the colon
I can't give you nothin' 'cause
You lie like a perm and you ain't black
You be passin' for the tequila worm
And Donzelle Ru, a true Piru?
Can't nobody fuck yo' baby mamma like he do
Bootlegged "All Eyez On Me"
Before it came out
Then Lip socked you in yo' head
All yo' bitch came out
Niggas wanted you stuck
Jack tried to warn me you wasn't my homie
You was only out to harm me
You wanna preach God sellin' weed on the side
You just a has-been gangsta hitchin' a ride
You bum i ain't name droppin' just for
Keepin' the hustlin' poppin'
I ain't ass kissin' and I
Ain't on a crash mission
I just ain't bout bein' burnt
Chillin' on the oceans current
Keepin' away from niggas who say
They down but really weren't
The only nigga in my family with talent
I'm a prince and I'm dope
'cause I'm funky and gallant
Gallant meanin' I like bitches and
Like fuckin' with fashion
Lookin' for jeans with pockets deep
Enough for my cash, man
I'm legendary, I ain't bitin', I empathise
Nothin' I can despise more then a hater
Faggots die i do what I wanna do
You do what I want you to now beat it nigga
Before I give you what's comin' to you
"I want what's coming to me"