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dj quik - fandango (live) lyrics

[verse 1: dj quik]
yeah, you might find me in the century club
fresh kicks, fresh cut, pocket full of dubs
box of altoids for my paranoid n+ggas actin’ foul
stop smokin if you can’t be proud
adult star night, not another bar fight
inglewood n+ggas actin’ right in the spotlight
me, i’m righter than invisible set
i’m visibly wet, slurrin’ and i’m lookin’ for my pet
i’m faster than massa with a whip on her, ask her
if she sippin’ wit’cha, bird, if she not, we move past her
and i ain’t hatin i’m just diggin ya ass girl
is that the collagen shot? is that what your mama got?
i’m so rugged, bullet wound in back of the axe handle
blunt force trauma kinda thuggin’
and i ain’t never been what the cat drug in
b+real, quikster keep ya mean muggin
california clownin’, bounce to sundown
in the moonlight groovin’, trippin’ off the saloon fight
we fandango, the next day hangover
got me feelin like i hit a train in a range rover

[chorus]
feel free to lose your mind, let your brain go
f+ck the tango, do the fandango
triple step, right left, then you let your dame go
spin around ’til you get a hangover
take your doo rag off, let your brain grow
f+ck the tango, do the fandango
triple step, right left, then you let your man go
spin around ’til you get a hangover
(ladies and gentlemen, b+real)
[verse 2: b+real]
watch me climb out the whip with the bird on my hip
she wanna set it off in the club, don’t trip
we crack a bottle and all my fam take a sip
any haters wanna pop at the lip, we come equipped
we get the paper and savor the flavor
but never forget about the haters who constantly imitate us
homie, we creators and players and rhyme sayers
for layers of words, let me say it in terms
that you can understand so clearly, you feelin’ me fam?
she’s on the floor ’cause of my homie quik, man
feel some more but you don’t really understand
yeah i seen it before but it’s gettin’ out of hand
mami’s diggin’ for more, she’s posin’ for the cam
little beef got the dancefloor slammed
no tango, straight fandango
birds flock to us like heads to kangols

[chorus]
feel free to lose your mind, let your brain go
f+ck the tango, do the fandango
triple step, right left, then you let your dame go
spin around ’til you get a hangover (what?)
take your doo rag off, let your brain grow (woo)
f+ck the tango, do the fandango
triple step, right left, then you let your man go
spin around ’til you get a hangover
[verse 3: dj quik]
i’m a master in disguise, movin’ swiftly to the thighs
move faster than me, then i recognize
that i ain’t really got nothin’ to hide
but the bratwurst in your girl second, bad ones first
and compton is still on my mind
i remember when we used to get scared when they got behind us
one+time sayin’ they been tryin’ to find us
but they got the wrong n+ggas, nevermind us
my tongue tumbles like i’m bumblebee stung
rip out the stinger, you keep talkin’ sh+t i whip out the ringer
how many times does it have to end
right before 12:00 a.m., why you packin’ a slim jim?
i gets down on the mic like i went down on a bike
road rash, skin peelin’ tonight
the club ain’t never crackin’ ’til the haters be gone
we need to build the eliminator hater light, and put it on ’em

- dj quik lyrics

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