โหลดเพลง mp3 Skanless - DJ Quik

Skanless - DJ Quik
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P**sy ain't nuttin' but a hole
And most b**ches ain't nothing but hoes

So what I'm gonna do right here
Is kick it to the man left rear
Run that sh*t
And a one and a two and a three
And you got the n**ga 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 n**gas who disapprove
Ya tryin to bust a move
You can get a dick in ya mouth
Yo you can't f**k wit a n**ga
I'm holdin my piece

I'm bailin' down to Kren's with my Khakis creased

A lick on my neck and a b**ch on my dick so
I put a beeper card on the b**ch front window
I'm that n**ga 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

Live

Via satellite on Rolls where's in a raping

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 yeah
And now I'm takin' off my belt so I can sag
So I can sag
I keep the 44 Mag in a duffle bag duffle bag
And in the G ride I'm rollin' in the rain 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
And I pause
We 'bout to fold up to your nose
And make you sh*t your drawers
Now I don't want your money or your hoes or your hoes
All I want is your muthaf**kin' Renzo's now

Let's take a ride down to Kren's

I'm rollin with a muthaf**ka with do do in his pants
And a n**ga like you can get me work 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 'cus it's mine
And to you n**gas that be trippin'
Watch your trunk and don't be slippin'
Cus the Quik will take your hoofty everytime muthaf**ka
Once again it's the muthaf**kin' D

You wanna be my b**ch well you gotta pay a fee

You wanna get quoted get your a** in the circle
We'll whoop your a** n**ga
Till your eye turn purple Ayo Crawf
My name is the Crawf
The C R A W F O R D

The poet Hi C
I got your fat pregnant b**ch in my waterbed
And I'm about to bust a nut on your little baby's head

The sh*t you be talking I label it caca
Move your fat a**
And pass the vodka
Pour half a cup fill it up with socko
B**ches tryin' trip
You might get socked ho
I love you though
That's what I'm screamin'
Just to get some p**sy I'll be fiendin'

Boyfriend always talking 'bout doggy style
Wait a while

I can do it froggy style
Stop that darn cussing
My children are listening
Eat a dick ya b**ch
B**ch
B**ch