dj quik - skanless lyrics
[gangsta d of 2nd ii none]
pow, p-ssy aint nuttin hole
and most b-tches aint 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-gg- 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-gg-s who disapprove
ya tryin to bust a move
you can get a d-ck in ya mouth
[kk of 2nd ii none]
yo, you can’t f-ck wit a n-gg-, i’m holdin my piece
i’m bailin down to kren’s with my khakis creased
a lick on my neck and a b-tch on my d-ck-so
i put a beeper card on the b-tch front window
i’m that n-gg- who can service well
then bl–dy 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
[gangsta d]
live, via satellite on rolls? 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
[dj quik]
and now i’m takin off my belt so i can sag
i keep the 44 mag in a duffle bag
and in the g-ride i’m rollin 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
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
no, all i want is your m-th-f-ckin renzo’s
now, let’s take a ride down to kren’s
i’m rollin with a m-th-f-cka with do do in his pants
and a n-gg- like you can 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
and to you n-gg-s that be trippin watch your trunk and don’t be slippin
cus the quik will take your hoofty everytime, m-th-f-cka
[gangsta d]
once again it’s the m-th-f-ckin d
you wanna be my b-tch, well you gotta pay a fee
you wanna get quoted, get your -ss in the circle
we’ll whoop your -ss n-gg- till your eye turn purple (ayo crawf)
[hi-c]
my name is the crawf
the c-r-a-w-f-o-r-d
the poet hi-c
i got your fat pregnant b-tch 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 -ss, and p-ss the vodka
pour half a cup, fill it up with socko
b-tches tryin trip, you might get socked ho
“i love you though” that’s what i’m screamin
just to get some p-ssy i’ll be fiendin
boyfriend always talking ’bout doggystyle
wait a while, i can do it froggystyle
(stop that darn cussing, my children are listening)
eat a d-ck, ya b-tch
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