[Verse 1: DJ Quik]
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I don¡¯t really give a fuck what you think
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I only really give a fuck what you drink
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I¡¯m a bar-tender, car spender, a dick lender, cash spender, ass bender
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A ass spender
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Get it crackin like a bar throw in here
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A whorehouse, got these bitches walkin naked through out the whole house
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What the fuck U think my life is about?
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Bitches hatin
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What the fuck U think that butter knife was about?
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Bitches hatin
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Tell what the fuck this nigga¡¯s dick is about
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Do he just be talkin¡¯ shit? No I doubt
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He got years of clout
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Like reballin credit line on a Mastercard
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Drived it right between the pussy then I bash the broad
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Then I took it for a minute
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As I punch through my code
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Tehn I waited for the pearls come out
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Loan put on hold, Bankrupt, get ya stank stunk
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Frontin like Pooh bear, I opened up ya cock & hollered sayin
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¡°Who there?¡± (Nobody, what?)
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That¡¯s nice, little buggers done grew up the be the size of rice
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So I jumped back & grabbed for my coller
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Her pussy appreciated the pennies on the dollar
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Now what the fuck
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If U want the dick get the fuck up
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And stop actin like an old tampon, stuck up
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Give me somethin to get my step on
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Then trek on, what up
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I¡¯ll make you bust nuts till I nut up
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(Chorus 2X)
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The birdz and the beez
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All the forties
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Not with consume, drink up become roomed
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¡¦The fuck up in the room with the door locked (Door locked!)
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Wake up, divorce the bitch, leave¡¯er lookin¡¯ for some more cock (More cock!)
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[Verse 2: Hi-C]
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We ride, sweet cock, juicy boo
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Like Crips and Pirus, shit, we goin do
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I fell in the club and hit the dance floor
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Yo¡¯ boy got mad cause I dipped with his ho
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Baby had my tootise, returnin¡¯ slow
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She was sick got me lookin¡¯ for Pepto Bismol
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Chips stackin, jaws smackin, dolla droppa
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Dice shake ya money makin, dolla poppa
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Home wreckin, ho checkin, dick is slow
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Bring me back, cognac from the liquor store
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Bet cha didn¡¯t know that yo ho is a freak
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Every week she got something¡¯ up in the jaw meat
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And I ain¡¯t policy
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Spit it out
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U goin zip my zipper before we get it out
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They wanna be touched by the untouchable click
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Don¡¯t hate, participate, y¡¯all sing that shit
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: AMG]
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When I bump on this trouble
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What I¡¯m sipppin¡¯ on make it a double
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When I¡¯m wit who, think I¡¯d a hustle
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More money and muscle
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Shake the hooker like a trick up
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Leatehr¡¯n¡¯wood three up off to the good
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When I¡¯m dippin I¡¯m jacky
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When I¡¯m a flippin I¡¯m saggie
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When I¡¯m high I¡¯m a fly guy in the khakis
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Big dick of the day, better ran the man
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When I put in floss mode lookin¡¯ for hands
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U scrap gone bad
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Ho wishin ya had
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Knack it up in the pad
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Dick suck and I¡¯m glad
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Neva knew what a ho was
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Checkin yo buzz
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While I¡¯m sittin in a first class digit in the ass
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Nigga, you done lost ya playa pass (strip nigga)
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3 of 4 niggas been ran upon that ass
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Scratch up on the gas of the S5 double
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Like when I said when I bump on this trouble
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Can I ¡¦ (oooooh)
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[Chorus Till Fade]
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Birdz N tha Beez
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DJ Quik |