- DJ Quik Get Down 歌词
- DJ Quik
- (Feating Chingy)
Shoot back
I'm hard and I'm flossy and I'm all that
You talk a lot of shit
Where yo' bodyguard at?
I got a pocket full of money
Where the mall at? Where the quads at?
Where the drinks, where the broads at?
Niggas fightin' over bitches need to squash that
You shouldn't be disgruntled
Cause you didn't learn to posh that
It's black pussy and I'm still tryin' to wash that
Rinse it up, lip to butt
Right between the center gut
Sit in my lap, and look at my snaps
Drop a 20 and watch these
Troublemakers fightin' for scraps
My drawers so clean, my nuts are so powdered
Don't stress me out, just eat your clam chowder
Tryna stick my honeybee into yo' flower
If you like this record then make the shit louder
It's so terrific out on the Pacific
Green plants and dancin' make you feel lifted
I'm DJ Quik and I'm so fuckin' gifted
That you didn't even feel
When the momentum shifted
I turned the pocket around
And slowed it all the way DOWN
I'm a musical cop now
Get down on the ground, spread your legs
Put your hands behind your back
Get up and walk backwards towards me
You under arrest for them big-ass breasts
And that ass made me think you had a strap
Pick your ass up, get down on your face
Spread 'em wide, where your ID?
Why you tryin to lie to me?
You've got the right to remain (Excuse me miss)
Either you can ride the big-ass bus (I'm pullin' you over)
Go to jail or go home with us (Cos your ass is)
I need backup (extremely too fat)
You need backup Quik?
I'm the right nigga to get
My picks are thick stallion
I'm slangin' the dick, still bangin' the bricks
With the 'caine and the 6, remain in the mix
Because I'm famous and shit
Let the guest in, doors open
My entourage walked in
Let's get some whore scopin'
I'm open for more pokin
On my wrist is 50 tokens, buy that chump
Sold a show out for a mill', try that chump
I'm on the boat still listenin to "Way 2 Fonky"
Park that ass right hurr chick
And make that monkey talk for me
When ya walk I see a clear speech
Come and get it I got some for each
Now I'm bumpin' on the radio
And put it on repeat, play it loud in the streets
Go out and get yourself a freak
The, moral of the story is we ho-hoppin' police
Know your rights, put these cuffs on
You locked in these sheets
Get down on the ground, spread your legs
Put your hands behind your back
Get up and walk backwards towards me
You under arrest for them big-ass breasts
And that ass made me think you had a strap
Pick your ass up, get down on your face
Spread 'em wide, where your ID?
Why you tryin' to lie to me?
You've got the right to remain
Either you can ride the big-ass bus
Go to jail or go home with us, I need backup
Okay, incenst cologne
Women be attracted, got the best sex c'mon
It's somethin 'bout the action
When they flex wet and bone
A model or a actress, I attach this note
Before the script get wrote
She see the list, text you're gone
I tap it make it happen
Stress there's eggs at home
A captain be reactin' to the sweat as you moan
Hold up give me a second
I think Quik got somethin else to say
Before we end this record
This beat is for your uncle and aunt
It's old enough to be dope
But young enough to be hot
Dedicated to everybody been beat by the cops
Just tryin' to get to the party
And pop tequila in shot
The legendary incendiary resentment
For authority figures
From the most vocal of the local niggas
California to death, bringin' Compton to life
Makin' beats that'll snap yo' neck
And have you writin' a check, you need to
Get down on the ground, spread your legs
Put your hands behind your back
Get up and walk backwards towards me
You under arrest for them big-ass breasts
And that ass made me think you had a strap
Pick your ass up, get down on your face
Spread 'em wide, where your ID?
Why you tryin' to lie to me?
You've got the right to remain
Either you can ride the big-ass bus
Go to jail or go home with us, I need backup
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