Penthouse Players Clique, Eazy-E, DJ Quik - P.S. Phuk U 2 lyrics

This is Eazy motherfuckin' E
Coming to you direct from the Penthouse
And we chillin' in this motherfucker
Yo Playa, spit

Break yourself hoes
You're in the presence of his Mackness
Ruthless priority is back with
Another platinum package
For the suckers who didn't think we
Was coming just like this
Kiss my ass and watch a
Troop straight freak your bitch
And get a ho back with a
Mack smooth controlling the mind
And the body, be giving up the pussy a party
See busta-ass niggas getting paid
But it ain't shit though
Yeah you punk motherfuckers doing low but yo
Witness a mack with strong back
Attack with no pity


Getting fat off your bitch's titty
Los Angeles Players of the
Penthouse are worldwide
Run but you can't hide
Check your girl I'm sure to slide
Run up and between and get a
Ho cause she's been asking for
Don't disrespect us,? she'll come back for more
Never underestimate the power of
A young troop
Checking a fat grip and ain't on no head trip
With suckers on the nut sack
Hanging from the hairs
And bitches on the dick like my BVD underwear
For a freak ain't jocking for any reason
So what? I'm a still hit some guts, get
A nut, and a some cuts, slut

If you do nothing, say nothing
You'll never be nothing
And there's a sucker born
Every motherfuckin' minute
Yo Quik, kick that shit

Now the suckers take a licking like a Timex
Cause, I'm a troop and I'm
Rolling like a Rolex
And I'm your host with the most, Mr quik
Eazy-E
(And the P-E-N T-H-O-U-S-E) with something
Bumping for your stereo
But sucker-ass niggas don't hear me though
But funky is the password to
Make them fear me, though
Cause, I'm platinum-bound with that
West coast sound
And if you want to get down I got 17 rounds
Claiming you peel caps, nigga I pull naps
Of the next of the saps
With that wack-ass cap
Like these South Bronx niggas
Starving like rats
With songs more corny than Yo! MTV Raps
How would you figure that a nigga like
The Quik would show you slack?
I'd rather put a fucking shank in your back
Cause, I'm the type of nigga that'll
Fuck your moms at gunpoint
Off of Genuine Draft and a bud joint
So if you're looking in The Source
Magazine and don't see me
It's cause the fucking East
Coast is the enemy
But, I got something that'll serve you right
Nighty night motherfuckers
(gunshot) , sleep tight

Here comes another Penthouse Player
Stepping on toes
Tweed Cadillac out for the money, the mic
And the hoes fade 'em my skinhead nigga

Now I'm a wolf in sharp clothing
And pose and be chosen
I'll rock the mic, the stage, the party
And the hoes and
Rolling suckers up in a zag like a spliff
Smoking 'em, like a new pimp cigarette
It's been said that I'm a get fucked
Or get fucked standing straight up
It's something bout your face
Make me want to slap it
Something bout your eye
Make me want to black it
Call me "Earl Shibe, " I'll dip you alive
Spraypaint your posse for $9995
The track stainless, the record of Tweed
Don't confuse me
For your bitch or your homey
Yeah I'm talking shit, only God can kill me
Your rhymes don't thrill me
Suck my sweet dick, willy
Yo, Larry Parker, where's my 3 million?
I want a bus in ninet deuce fill in
The P the P the C, pimp or die low
Shake it up baby, it's coming back dope
I ain't from Compton, I dwell in Los Angeles
Heart of California, land of the scandalous

Now there you have it, Penthouse
True motherfuckin' players
Kicking that pimp shit for '92
And if you don't like it, fuck you