Dj Quik - Ladies & Thugs lyrics
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(feat. Wyclef Jean) [18 seconds of non-lyrics to open] [Wyclef] Let's go Quik [DJ Quik] I wanna, punch them niggaz sayin gold don't rock And I wanna, rape that bitch that told a lie on 'Pac I wanna right some wrongs before I put my coast on lock So when you see the glock bastard don't you go into shock If the hood hates me I'll buy your enemies guns and have 'em clappin on you shermheads, takin your funds Scarin you motherfuckers to death, give you the runs You better nice up, before you leak and warm the ice up [Wyclef Jean] I wanna murder the sniper that shot at Martin Luther King Then get rid of the Viagra cause I'm strictly ginseng Campaign in the hood if you want progress Take all the gangs, put 'em up in Congress Quik is so quick, listen to the ba-bum ba-bum Brooklyn Zoo, California, with guns the size of elephant trunk, trunk trunks, ladies shake your hump hump Get your "Flashlight" cause we crunk like P-Funk [Chorus: Wyclef] Ladies - I know you feel me If you up in the party let me see you shake your body like you got no bones and you tipsy off the Henny Thugs - easy with the slugs tonight I'm tryin to meet my wife tonight, make love tonight You don't wanna see yo' body on ice, right [DJ Quik] Now if I snapped, it was just a matter of time before I turned into the Mad Hatter, splatter your bladder On the morning after, you can't refute the disaster Cause body parts get musty in plaster (ew) Don't try to call a truce cause I'm still comin after you I don't like your kids but I'ma spare 'em; maybe later add 'em to my harem, and share 'em with the niggaz you like the least That still got it out for yo' ass when you swiped the piece [Wyclef Jean] Yo, ever since "The Score" Quik these rappers just bored So I ain't rap no more; I wrote songs for Whitney Houston you could catch me with Santana Bandana on tour, DipSet'n like Santana We don't sell like we used to sell? That's cause they live in America, we get worldwide sales I'm on tour half of the year, you can't see me cuz And your career gon' be as long as Britney's wedding was, ya heard? [Chorus] [Wyclef - singing] California, knows how to party when I land in the L-A-X Quik picked me up, four freaks in a stretch Big California chronic, me nah smoke sess But it's all buddha bless from the East and the West Throw up yo' set, I don't say this often But we gotta keep the peace, too many in a coffin Pour some liquor for my cousins out in Compton [DJ Quik] I'm not a kingpin, I'm just a wing man Strapped to the teeth with a blunt, and a green can A-B-C-D-E-F no G Hennessy and Olde E, we run so deep 86 your concubine, he's just an old creep You're so weak nigga and your hoes is so cheap nigga You can't even get a prop on your own street I'm at the Lake Park and Meridian if you wanna speak [Chorus]
