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Текст песни DJ Quik f AMG, Hi-C - Birdz and Da Beez

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[DJ Quik]I don`t really give a fuck what you thinkI only really give a fuck what you drinkI`m a bartender, car spender, a dick lenderA cash spender, ass bender, I`m ass inLet`s get it crackin like a brothel in here; a whore houseGot these bitches walkin nekkid throughout the whole houseWhat the fuck you think my life is about? Bitches hatinWhat you think that butter knife is about? Bitches hatinTo see what this nigga`s dick is aboutDo he be just talking shit? No I doubtHe got years of cloutLike a rebound on a credit line on a Master CardSwiped it right between her pussy, then I bashed the boneThen I juke it for a minute as I punched in my codeThen I waited for the pearls to come out, low and beholdBankrupt cus ya stank stunk, frontin like a pooh bearI opened up ya cock and hollered then, "Who there?""Nobody just us lice" That`s niceLittle buggers, done grew up to be the size the riceSo I jumped back shocked and grabbed for my collaHer pussy depreciated to pennies on a dollaNow what the fuck? If you want the dick get the fuck upAnd stop actin like a old tampon; stuck upGive me something to put my stamp on the tramp gone, "What up?"I make ya bust nuts till ya nut up[Chorus] (2x)The Birdz and Da Beez are the four things that we consumeDrink up become roomThen fuck up in the room with the door lockedWake up Divorced looking for some more cock[Hi-C]Shabity wee-rock sweet cock, juicy booLike Crips and Piru, shit, we gone doI fell into the club and hit the dance floYa boy got mad cus what I dipped with his hoBaby girl had my tinsel returnin slowShe was sick, got me looking for Pepto-BismolShit stackin, jaw smackin, dolla dropaDice shakin money makin holla hoppaHome wreckin, ho checkin dick is slowBring me back Cognac, from the liquor sto`Bet you didn`t know that ya ho is a freakEvery week she got something up in her jaw meatAnd it aint policies, spit it outYou gone tear my zipper on me before we, get it outThey wanna be touched by the untouchable clickDon`t hate participate, yo sing that shit[Chorus] (2x)The Birdz and Da Beez are the four things that we consumeDrink up become roomThen fuck up in the room with the door lockedWake up Divorced looking for some more cock[AMG]When I bubble its troubleWhat I`m sippin on make it a doubleWhen I`m wit a ho, take her to hustleMore money ya muscleShake a hooker like a trick upLeather and Wood 304 to the goodWhen I`m pimpin I`m jaggyWhen I`m pimpin I`m saggyWhen I`m high I`m a fly guy into the cat?? the day Federan the manWhen I put it on floss mode looking for antsYou a straight gone bad, ho wishin ya hadNow get up in the pad, dick suckin I`m gladNever knew what a ho was, checkin ya buzzWhen I`m sittin in first classTake it in the assNigga you done lost ya playa passTrick nigga, 304 niggas been ran up in that assSmashed up on the gas of the S-5 doubleLike I said when I bouble its troubleCan I hooo...[Chorus] (2x)The Birdz and Da Beez are the four things that we consumeDrink up become roomThen fuck up in the room with the door lockedWake up Divorced looking for some more cock

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