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dj quik – niggaz still trippin lyrics

[dj quik]
oh yes i’m rollin around in the f-ckin underground
i’m the q with the e and now it’s time to get down
with the fact that i’m back, takin fat stacks
with the macs and the tecs now i can’t relax
like playa hamm said, b-tches lick the head
stickin out they tongue, they admittin they sprung
when i c-m they c-m, and then they get up and run
cause they know that quik can stick a h-ll of a d-ck
up in they booty, b-tt, p–p chute, crack
if there’s sushi in your coochie then i ain’t goin back
because it ain’t nothin worse than a funky c-ck ho (eww)
you better wash your monkey when we get to the mo-ti-nel
how do you feel, now that you know the real?
you jockin and squealin for the d-ck i’m dealin
ain’t no simp in my pimpin but for the b-tches that nymphin
quit trippin and stop your p-ssy from drippin
because i’m too much for ya, girlie i adore ya
but if you actin hoochie, i might have to floor ya
and then i don’t know ya, i f-cked the girl before you
and givin you the record to a rubber, you ho
you – cat, i’m floatin like the bomb–ss bud
i won’t go pop until i ain’t no dug, yeah
and i’m a n-gg- that’s known to clown and get down
and stand up for the underground
[amg]
uh, uh, uh, uh
a n-gg- wit too much d-ck to f-ck with
amg’s got the forty ounce, come and take a sip
hoes love me cause “word to the d” b-mps
d-ck for the chick, gun for the chumps
and on tour i got -ss and cash
hit a little bombudd, had a few laughs
state to state, ocean to ocean
bustin my nuts, while the bus keep coastin
(the king of 40 ounce swing, makin money with my ding-a-ling)
(the b-tch’s dream) amg
the owner of the big d, down with 3-0-4 posse
(and hoes i lick and umm, make ya c-m)
(and then i get ya sprung) how does it feel to get f-cked
like a pro n-gg- ho with a d-ck like a candlestick?
still have to jump it before you pump it
(i know you’re mesmerized by the size)
once again i’m surrounded by skin
baby you can have it then, if you can get it in
cause i got d-ck for days
just like the old days… biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitch!d..
[tha d]
hey b-tch!it’s tha d again
you gotta pay a fee to get freaked again
i hope you didn’t think you’d get the d-ck for free
because a n-gg- like tha d gotta pimp the p-ssy
so take off your silky drawers
you can 68 me now and owe you 1 to the jaw
b-tch, f-ck you once a month, dirty bleedin -ss b-mp
attractin flies with your female funk
so b-tch, you better scrub and wash your bush
and while you’re at it, scr-pe your hoofs, yeah
cause no one really wants you
see if your feet look clean, your p-ssy must be clean too
but i don’t give a motherf-ck
a b-tch ain’t nuttin but a trick tramp sl-t, yeah
so get the f-ck out my face, cause you’re makin me sick
b-tch, cause you smell like sheeit
[dj quik]
stickin to the sh-t that make ’em jump, make ’em bounce
make ’em hump, make ’em really wanna get f-cked up
cause it ain’t really over ’til it’s over
and to me it’ll never be, cause i can kick the sh-t constantly
right now i’ma hip you to my new debut
comin up from the underground too
not a caucausian but a little bigger
so listen to the funky white n-gg-
[funky white n-gg-]
aiyyo, this is jam packed, on my rap to you
comin through on the underground with my n-gg- q
yeah and i chill and deal {?}
cause i’m known as the rat, what, so i’ma have ta
throw a little faster, when y’all witness
the funkiest cuts that are made in the business
so when y’all rollin around
turn the radio off, hit the underground
break out your seat, the cops ain’t followin
grab a cold 40 moneygrip and start swallowin
but i ain’t drinkin, gimme a pack
take me to the hood, i know exactly where it’s at
st hit a left at the store
to get some mints for my breath what for (for the b-tches)
but on to the underground, and the fat sound
quik blaze down, originatin in all towns
b-tches always on the tip
and g’s, love to roll to our sh-t
the radio plays, the edit version
for the punk–ss people on the pop excursion
don’t it just make you wanna shake that -sspiece
girls don’t hide it, come on and ride it
get inside here, cause this is the mothership
and a funky white n-gg- just took you on a trip
[dj quik]
and now.. it’s the moment you’ve all been waitin for
here it comes, the n-gg- that taught you how to do it froggystyle
it’s the “skanless” n-gg-
[hi-c]
ah ah ah aww f-ck it!things ain’t the same, i’ve changed
people come around and say “d-mn he’s actin strange”
i pop the p-ssy then i bail
b-tch don’t trip, cause you’ll make me tell
’bout the n-gg-z you f-cked, the d-cks you sucked
the nuts you bust so don’t f-ck with us
check it baby, yo’ best bet’s to bone out
cause youse a tramp, with a cramp in ya mouth
and your boyfriend got a d-ck like a gummy worm
with blanks in his b-lls, no sperm
i’m hi-c, no need to rush
take my d-ck, and treat it like a toothbrush
{tch tch, tch tch} all up by your gums
(tch tch tch} so i can c-m
when i do, yo it’s time to rinse
floss {-gargling-} spit the sperm out your mouth!
ha ha, ha ha, ha ha…

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