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DJ Quik - Skanless lyrics
[Gangsta D of 2nd II None] Pow, pussy aint nuttin hole And most bitches aint nothing but hoes So what I'm gonna do right here Is kick it to the man left rear (Run that shit) And a one and a two and a three And you got the nigga AMG And a four and a five and a six On my left hand side is DJ Quik We got 2nd II None in the house We got my man Hi-C in the house And all the niggas who disapprove Ya tryin to bust a move You can get a dick in ya mouth [KK of 2nd II None] Yo, you can't fuck wit a nigga, I'm holdin my piece I'm bailin down to Kren's with my Khakis creased A lick on my neck and a bitch on my dick-so I put a beeper card on the bitch front window I'm that nigga who can service well Then bloody up the sheets at a raunchy motel Yeah I'm a treat ya, cus I'm a feed ya Take you to McDonalds then I leave ya [Gangsta D] Live, via satellite on Rolls ?? we got my boy DJ Quik in the house and he's gonna take you on a mission and show you how the real jackers jack [DJ Quik] And now I'm takin off my belt so I can sag I keep the 44 Mag in a duffle bag And in the G-ride I'm rollin in the rain And don't let me catch you slippin on the turning lane I creep up to your quarter panel and I pause We 'bout to fold up to your nose and make you shit your drawers Now I don't want your money or your hoes No, All I want is your muthafuckin Renzo's Now, let's take a ride down to Kren's I'm rollin with a muthafucka with do do in his pants And a nigga like you can get me work Because I know you got them birdies that don't chirp Aww, too bad you didn't make it to your .9 So forget about your fento cus it's mine And to you niggas that be trippin watch your trunk and don't be slippin Cus the Quik will take your hoofty everytime, muthafucka [Gangsta D] Once again it's the muthafuckin D You wanna be my bitch, well you gotta pay a fee You wanna get quoted, get your ass in the circle We'll whoop your ass nigga till your eye turn purple (Ayo Crawf) [Hi-C] My name is the Crawf The C-R-A-W-F-O-R-D The poet Hi-C I got your fat pregnant bitch in my waterbed And I'm about to bust a nut on your little baby's head The shit you be talking, I label it "caca" Move your fat ass, and pass the vodka Pour half a cup, fill it up with socko Bitches tryin trip, you might get socked ho "I love you though" that's what I'm screamin Just to get some pussy I'll be fiendin Boyfriend always talking 'bout doggystyle Wait a while, I can do it froggystyle (Stop that darn cussing, my children are listening) Eat a dick, ya bitch |
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