[DJ Quik]
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I'm not ya one hit wonder
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And when you see me on the streets in a black jeep
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know I got the heat up under
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Not up under the seat, up under my cheek
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Like so close to me that when I move it squeaks
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I ain't no big buff dude I'm a rap singer
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I exercise one muscle that's my strap finger
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And I can't call it how I see it no more
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'Cause these niggas'll take ya words back and twist em' like a pretzel
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And these bitches be the same too
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Comin' with that sob story crocodile tears trying to gang you
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And that's exactly what the game do
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And if you ever get caught dirty with a nigga she gon' blame you
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So what in the hell you want to floss her for?
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It's supposed to be bout' what a baller nigga cost that ho (yeah)
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You givin' a game of black eye in ya S-5
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While you niggas kick back poppin' X you let that cuz' dry
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And that bitch supposed to carry her own car note (c'mon, yep)
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And don't be going for that shit "I got a sore throat" (yeah)
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Give that bitch a couple of Sucrets (mmm hmm)
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Or give that that ho that application down on Vernon to that duplex (see ya)
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[Chorus: AMG]
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When I bump on this trouble
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Niggas gettin' big money on the double
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Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn
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Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern
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When I bump on this trouble
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Niggas gettin' big money on the double
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Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn
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Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern
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The only concern
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[AMG]
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Bitch you get fucked, can't suck
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but you want a nigga with a million bucks
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A 5-double-0 and a Rover truck
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I bend 'em all over 'til I know they stuck
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Want to tell your friends that you fucked with A
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But how many dicks did ya suck today?
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Do we play ball? Do we move that weight?
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All I got for a motherfuckin ho is hate
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Bitch want to get drunk and high
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Point that booty on to the sky
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Square ass bitch go bake a pie
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Get a tattoo of a dick in ya eye
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Want to be flied call Continental (bitch)
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The Benz ain't a rental
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Sippin' on shit that ya can't pronounce
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Ho quit staring at my bank account
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[Chorus: AMG]
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When I bump on this trouble
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Niggas gettin' big money on the double
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Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn
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Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern
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[DJ Quik]
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I'm the bomb bitch, I'm seizing
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P the reason you know
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'Cause pimpin'll have you seeing me with a bad ass ho
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Legendary my name
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Secondary you came
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And you won't see me stop making hits 'till I walk with a cane
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Still 5'11", 6 feet with shoes
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Compton, OG nigga givin' niggas the blues
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Etched in stone, makin' yo bitch fetch the bone
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I'm calling the cops punk motherfuckers catch the phone
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The walkie talkie, the 2-way and all of the above
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Nightstick up yo ass 'til we all see blood
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Fuck ya, I'm a cop too (what?)
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I'm a cop me a kilo of yay
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and try to get it crackin' like it's '82 (ahh yeah)
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With Monte Carlos and European firms cop them El Co's on that gold lace
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Dippin' round the whole place (whole place)
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Fuck a 6-pack nigga cop the whole case (whole case)
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And when them marks come nigga crack they whole face
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The way my glock cock keep a niggas full
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got him spittin' like that pitcher from the KC Royals
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Socked the P.D., haters R.I.P.
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Very sincerely yours
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Quik nigga please
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[Chorus: AMG]
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When I bump on this trouble
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Niggas gettin' big money on the double
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Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn
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Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern
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When I bump on this trouble
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Niggas gettin' big money on the double
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Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn
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Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern
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The only concern
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When I bump on this trouble
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Niggas gettin' big money on the double
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Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn
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Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern
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Ahh
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Trouble
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| DJ Quik |
