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(feat. DJ Quik, Eazy-E) |
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[Eazy-E] |
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This is Eazy motherfuckin' E, coming to you direct from the Penthouse |
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And we chillin' in this motherfucker |
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Yo Playa, spit |
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[Playa Hamm] |
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Break yourself hoes, you're in the presence of his Mackness |
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Ruthless/Priority is back with another platinum package |
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For the suckers who didn't think we was coming just like this |
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Kiss my ass and watch a troop straight freak your bitch |
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And get a hoe back with a mack smooth controlling the mind |
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And the body, be giving up the pussy a party |
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See busta-ass niggas getting paid, but it ain't shit though |
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Yeah you punk motherfuckers doing low but yo |
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Witness a mack with strong back attack with no pity |
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Getting fat off your bitch's titty |
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Los Angeles Players of the Penthouse are worldwide |
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Run but you can't hide, check your girl I'm sure to slide |
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Run up and between and get a hoe cause she's been asking for |
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Don't disrespect us, ??? she'll come back for more |
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Never underestimate the power of a young troop |
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Checking a fat grip and ain't on no head trip |
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With suckers on the nut sack hanging from the hairs |
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And bitches on the dick like my BVD underwear |
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For a freak ain't jocking for any reason, so what? |
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I'm a still hit some guts, get a nut, and a some cuts, sluta |
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[Eazy-E] |
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If you do nothing, say nothing, you'll never be nothing |
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And there's a sucker born every motherfuckin' minute |
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Yo Quik, kick that shit |
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[DJ Quik] |
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Now the suckers take a licking like a Timex |
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Cause I'm a troop and I'm rolling like a Rolex |
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And I'm your host with the most, Mr. Quik, Eazy-E |
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(And the P-E-N-T-H-O-U-S-E) with something bumping for your stereo |
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But sucker-ass niggas don't hear me though |
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But funky is the password to make them fear me, though |
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Cause I'm platinum-bound with that west coast sound |
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And if you want to get down I got 17 rounds |
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Claiming you peel caps, nigga I pull naps |
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Of the next of the saps with that wack-ass cap |
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Like these South Bronx niggas, starving like rats |
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With songs more corny than Yo! MTV Raps |
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How would you figure that a nigga like the Quik would show you slack? |
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I'd rather put a fucking shank in your back |
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Cause I'm the type of nigga that'll fuck your moms at gunpoint |
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Off of Genuine Draft and a bud joint |
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So if you're looking in The Source magazine and don't see me |
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It's cause the fucking East Coast is the enemy |
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But I got something that'll serve you right |
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Nighty night motherfuckers (gunshot), sleep tight |
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[Eazy-E] |
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Here comes another Penthouse Player, stepping on toes |
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Tweed Cadillac out for the money, the mic, and the hoes |
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Fade 'em my skinhead nigga |
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[Tweed] |
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Now I'm a ??? for sharp clothing and pose and be chosen |
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I'll rock the mic, the stage, the party, and the hoes and |
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Rolling suckers up in a zag like a spliff |
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Smoking 'em, like a new pimp cigarette |
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It's been said that I'm a get fucked |
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Or get fucked standing straight up |
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It's something bout your face, make me want to slap it |
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Something bout your eye, make me want to black it |
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Call me "Earl Shibe," I'll dip you alive |
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Spraypaint your posse for $99.95 |
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The track stainless, the record of Tweed |
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Don't confuse me, for your bitch or your homey |
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Yeah I'm talking shit, only God can kill me |
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Your rhymes don't thrill me, suck my sweet dick, Willy |
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Yo, Larry Parker, where's my 3 million? |
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I want a bus in ninet deuce fill in |
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The P the P the C, pimp or die low |
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Shake it up baby, it's coming back dope |
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I ain't from Compton, I dwell in Los Angeles |
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Heart of California, land of the scandalous |
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[Eazy-E] |
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Now there you have it, Penthouse, true motherfuckin' players |
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Kicking that pimp shit for '92 |
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And if you don't like it, fuck you |
