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DJ Quik - Sucka Free lyrics
[ performed by playa hamm ] [ quik ] hamm, what's up, nigga! [ hamm ] what's up, my brother Just loungin, you know Bout to crack this 40 ounce [ quik ] oh, look at you, lil' ol' alcoholic-ass nigga [ hamm ] well, you know i got to have it, my brother, ain't nothin changed You wanna hit it? [ quik ] yeah - what's up? [ hamm ] hey man, you tell me What's up with the album, man? [ quik ] hey man, we tryina finish that muthafucka, man And eh - i need one more song [ hamm ] no shit [ quik ] yeah, i wanted to know if you wanted to bust on it? [ hamm ] oh, without a doubt, you know i'd love to [ quik ] 'member that shit you was bustin for me over the phone That sucka-free shit? [ hamm ] yeah, i remember that shit [ quik ] well, won't you put that shit right about... Here (sucka) (sucka) (sucka) (ha?) (now a sucka raises up off of you) Did you miss me? It took a little time to get sucka-free But since a young g it's ppc Ain't no shame in the name And still true to the game Still servin suckers, just the same No sense, and dwellin in the past tense I roll with quik, so you better check your ladies, gents Cause i'ma teach her how to break you, right before i break her After i make her, then i shake her Yeah, i know, you heard it all before But i can't deal, cause i see you're still simpin for a hoe Claimin pimp, but you're payin for the pu' Silly sucker, punk muthafucka They only flock and jock Cause you're fillin up they pocketbooks And you're still judgin bitches by they looks When it's really all about what she can do for you I do for me and still see a true Ah-ha, really? do you hear me, bro? Got your name all on your lips, but your chick trips Oh no, never will i lower to your level And i got 17 for ya, devil Too true to ever let a sucker like you Make me do somethin that i don't wanna do I'm still real with it, you gots to deal with it I serve that ass like a clocker, i don't give a fuck But who you're doin, how you're doin Or what you do it with You better miss me with the dumb shit So when you're speakin on the playa hamm or my nigga quik Everybody knows you're suckin on a fat dick It ain't nothin to nuttin in your ass, so that you see clear Boomin in your ear, so i know you hear Bump this in your coupe with your r&b wanna-be-me Trick-ass, i'm sucka-free |
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