[Knoc-Turn'Al & DJ Quik: Talking]
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[K:] What up Quik?
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[D:] 'Ey Knoc
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[K:] What up?
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[D:] I'm just trippin' off of how you sound to this beat, man!
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It's like, it's that kinda shit that make niggaz in the street be like
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damn! And the bitches like -
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[Knoc-Turn'Al]
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I'm just lookin' to have a good time and find some ass to grab
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A nice bush to stab and hit, minus the bullshit, minus the two bit
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Up her knowin' I'm ruthless and need of a good bitch
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So independent, more than my mistress, more than to fuck
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She comes, reopen the guest list
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My bunny rabbit, most men want but can't have it
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I'ma tap it, and get pornographic, it's automatic
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She turns heads, everywhere she goes
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Men that's young and old
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And bisexuals, would like to go low
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And deliver low blows and high off sex and no do's
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[Chorus]
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I just need me a little good lovin'
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Sex she wants but she wasn't my cousin
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Sexually, she can be, so misleadin'
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Secretly, between the sheets, and she's leadin'
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My love slave (love slave)
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Love slave (love slave)
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Pretty skin, high yellow, dressed in all black leather
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[Knoc-Turn'Al]
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Up in the place, doin' the thing, amazing grace
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Amazingly shakes ass and cakes
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Dressed in drape and all lace, breakin' me off
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Breakin' it down, breakin' a sweat, touchin' the ground
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Up at the lounge, up at the club, and up at the spot
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Up in the bathroom, living room, or out on the block
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I won't stop, I won't quit, drinkin' a 5th
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Bangin' some new shit from Dre & DJ Quik
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Shakin' the miss fist & miss hit, call up the smile and fake tits
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Hollywood and fakeness, good and greatness
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Everything, a difference is, the difference is
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In this bitch is, she ridin' dick
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Up this place to be, playin' the game
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Makin' the dame, ignorin' the fame, ignorin' the things
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That make a dream and stressed out, simply plain
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I maintain a main gain of material things
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[Chorus]
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[Knoc-Turn'Al]
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Thinkin' bout goin' home, freakin' the ho
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Bringin' the drink, bringin' some dank and get on the floor
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I'ma, rock it right and separate the men from mice
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Live yo' life, fuck the limelight rap hype
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Lookin' to have a good time by midnight
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And get mines off and chill with a few dykes
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Ready and willin', sorority pledgin'
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Lessen them and breast be puttin' work in
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Her man won't know when she craves what she do
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When she ain't up in the club and she up in my room
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I seen some guy for less, die for nothin'
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Then seen some rest in peace over fuckin'
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Stay in the place to be, doin' the same thing
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Maintain my good game and things won't change
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Niggaz is some timey, salty as one grain
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I stay a G, and handle mine, stay out to get paid
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[Chorus]
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Love Slave
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| Knoc-Turn'al |
