[DJ Quik]
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They got an ATM in the strip club
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And when it's all trick money every crisp dub
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Switch your mouth put a dolla on a bottled water
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I'll then blame on a fight with a man's daughter
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When you see us comin in, pat us down playa
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Cus we aint goin for that muthafuckin shit later
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Lookin for the hoes, all the best you got
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It's little Quik and I come to spend a knot
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In about a hour I'ma be a proper groom
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Mike Bezy getting sculled in the upper room
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Top Dog taught me this is how to go
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If I aint havin fun, what I'm livin fo?
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Whether a barberry coast or a batch stars
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Or at first kings, we in a hundred thousand dollar cars
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We aint doin the worst, we be doin the best
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Now what's up with the manachA¨Ï sex
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[Chorus]
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Try me (Try me)
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Take me to your room and ride me (Ride me)
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And baby when you're through, you can hide me (Hide me)
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I wanna be your new Sex Crymee
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So if you wanna a true
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Try me (Try me)
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Take me to your room and ride me (Ride me)
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And baby when you're through, you can hide me (Hide me)
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I wanna be your new Sex Crymee
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Now what you talkin 'bout?
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[DJ Quik]
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We be all over the states, lookin for the greats
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Hoes with the reputations for having cakes
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Puerto Rican mami with the black in it
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Whole booty looking like a heart with a crack in it
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Cabrini green style, say it three times fast
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Before you do you in love with the ass
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Top Dog, Playa Hamm bought her out
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Show these L.A. niggas what we talkin about
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She wanna give you pain till you feel it
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Claimin that you came on the Peni and the cillin
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Get down on it like Creeton with your thang
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3 or 4 tag team really aint a thang
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With a...She got game
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I love you like stranger, sex infinite
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I need you like a magma for a few minutes
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Pull your panties down some or at least to the side
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So I can Slip 'n Slide
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I like to lick you're paw prints
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I wanna show how raw that a jaw gets
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Bang down on ya kidney and it all hits
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That's it take it off do raw shit
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[Chorus]
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Try me (Try me)
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Take me to your room and ride me (Ride me)
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And baby when you're through, you can hide me (Hide me)
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I wanna be your new Sex Crymee
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So if you wanna a true
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Try me (Try me)
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Take me to your room and ride me (Ride me)
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And baby when you're through, you can hide me (Hide me)
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I wanna be your new Sex Crymee
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Now what you talkin 'bout?
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[DJ Quik]
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You actin like you aint tired
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You make me wanna just stay up all night doin this shit
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You actin like we aint both gotta be somewhere
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When you first put it in that's the...that's the best part
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Doin it without a rubber like if that's smart
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Balls in ya jaws, lovin the walls you crawl
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Pillow case bitin and I'm inviting you all
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Tell me, what's the best form of stress relief
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Some head in the bed or some Ecs to keep
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And I'm lookin for the broads that I saw in the mall
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They got my number told you I was about to call y'all
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I beat your pussy like you stole somethin
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Bringin you down slow humpin
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I'm losing my religion, just like Pac
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Lookin for a broad to get up in the cock
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Cus a G aint shit without a bitch in his bed
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And money don't mean nothing if you're rich and ya dead
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So I'm slappin the cheeks
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And while you niggas scrappin in the streets
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I'm smackin in the sheets
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[Chorus]
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Try me (Try me)
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Take me to your room and ride me (Ride me)
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And baby when you're through, you can hide me (Hide me)
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I wanna be your new Sex Crymee
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So if you wanna a true
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Try me (Try me)
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Take me to your room and ride me (Ride me)
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And baby when you're through, you can hide me (Hide me)
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I wanna be your new Sex Crymee
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Now what you talkin 'bout?
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Sex Crymee
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DJ Quik |