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[Knoc-Turn'Al & DJ Quik (Talking)] |
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K: What up Quik? |
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D: 'Ey Knoc |
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K: What up? |
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D: I'm just trippin' off of how you sound to this beat, man! |
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It's like, it's that kinda shit that make niggaz in the street be like |
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damn! And the bitches like - |
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[Knoc-Turn'Al] |
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I'm just lookin' to have a good time and find some ass to grab |
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A nice bush to stab and hit, minus the bullshit, minus the two bit |
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Up her knowin' I'm ruthless and need of a good bitch |
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So independent, more than my mistress, more than to **** |
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She comes, reopen the guest list |
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My bunny rabbit, most men want but can't have it |
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I'ma tap it, and get pornographic, it's automatic |
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She turns heads, everywhere she goes |
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Men that's young and old |
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And bisexuals, would like to go low |
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And deliver low blows and high off sex and no do's |
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[Chorus] |
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I just need me a little good lovin' |
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Sex she wants but she wasn't my cousin |
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Sexually, she can be, so misleadin' |
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Secretly, between the sheets, and she's leadin' |
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My love slave (love slave) |
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Love slave (love slave) |
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Pretty skin, high yellow, dressed in all black leather |
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[Knoc-Turn'Al] |
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Up in the place, doin' the thing, amazing grace |
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Amazingly shakes ass and cakes |
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Dressed in drape and all lace, breakin' me off |
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Breakin' it down, breakin' a sweat, touchin' the ground |
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Up at the lounge, up at the club, and up at the spot |
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Up in the bathroom, living room, or out on the block |
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I won't stop, I won't quit, drinkin' a 5th |
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Bangin' some new shit from Dre & DJ Quik |
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Shakin' the miss fist & miss hit, call up the smile and fake tits |
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Hollywood and fakeness, good and greatness |
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Everything, a difference is, the difference is |
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In this bitch is, she ridin' dick |
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Up this place to be, playin' the game |
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Makin' the dame, ignorin' the fame, ignorin' the things |
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That make a dream and stressed out, simply plain |
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I maintain a main gain of material things |
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[Chorus] |
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[Knoc-Turn'Al] |
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Thinkin' bout goin' home, freakin' the ho |
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Bringin' the drink, bringin' some dank and get on the floor |
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I'ma, rock it right and separate the men from mice |
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Live yo' life, **** the limelight rap hype |
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Lookin' to have a good time by midnight |
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And get mines off and chill with a few dykes |
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Ready and willin', sorority pledgin' |
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Lessen them and breast be puttin' work in |
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Her man won't know when she craves what she do |
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When she ain't up in the club and she up in my room |
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I seen some guy for less, die for nothin' |
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Then seen some rest in peace over ****in' |
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Stay in the place to be, doin' the same thing |
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Maintain my good game and things won't change |
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Niggaz is some timey, salty as one grain |
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I stay a G, and handle mine, stay out to get paid |
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[Chorus] |