Dj Quik - Pacific Coast Remix lyrics
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(feat. Kimmi J & Ludacris) [Quik] Gotta keep it a secret (woo!) [Luda] Ay man let me ask you somethin man [Luda] You ever have one of them days where you felt like [Luda] you mighta got rid of all the bad seeds in your life? [Luda] Y'knahmean like you just got your paycheck [Luda] Paid off a car note or somethin [Luda] Just jumped out the shower feelin fresh than a muh'fucka [Luda] Witcha good shoes on, y'knahmtalkinbout? [Quik] You mean like, paid off a Cadillac car note? [Luda] Like a Cadillac, like you ready to throw a party [Luda] Like call e'rybody you know, don't even plan it, just do it [Quik] In Compton we call that spur of the moment [Luda] Well let's do it, spur of the moment, whattup? [Ludacris] Well you can bring the drinks a little mo' my way More I say, on another hot sunny Cali-for-nye day Just touched down, called up my 8-1-8 fo' a date with some other bust downs And I cruised up the block, car losed up the top I take the breeze, quick break the trees Feel good as we flippin through the Robb Repo't My baby momma ain't trippin on child suppo't [DJ Quik] Well my baby momma is, because she see havin kids as a tool for gettin chips, that's with or without the dip She told my lawyer she's a nurse but she can't spell school Quite frankly she's a motherfuckin fool, idiot Welcome to the city where you might see thangs Like real threats, fake breasts, negativity hangs over the city like a puppet string, pullin you up You think they love you 'til the director yells cut Now they packin you with ice and zippin you up [Chorus] It's on tonight, get licked, get gone tonight [KJ] And for once, in my life, everything's gonna be, alright G'd up, my mind is freed up [KJ] From the day, through the night, everything's gonna be, alright [DJ Quik] Now on Arabian Spruce, Seagram's bumpy and juice We used to bag and then truce, we used to sag and get loose Not the kind of cats that's out to steal your bag and your jewels But we check your medication just to see if you cool You can't be dyin on us, after you live off of hemp We party hard, like Ludacris Kim and Shock and them We in that sunshine state where the bomb-ass hen be And hemp be the beats we flip thee and we pimps thee simply [Ludacris] So stay with me, and let's get tipsy Rememberin the days on the block sippin whiskey Runnin 'round grinnin, runnin 'round sinnin Gettin lit, then I wonder why my head kept spinnin But I'm all grown up now, less throwin up now Record blowed up, so my hood throwed up Now let's break loose cause your boy's around And tonight we gon' celebrate bein alive, riiiiight [Chorus] [Ludacris] It's just one of those days, without a care in the world You ain't gotta look mean, I know you care for your girl But she's lookin this way and I'm gonna come get her Fresh haircut, so I'm feelin quite kipper Can't nothin go wrong cause my strap's on my back And if fools wanna scrap then my tool will attack But forget the click-clack, ain't no need for the steel Just a straight house party and some meat on the grill [DJ Quik] Now if it's Los Angeles, watch a boss handle biz I'ma put this on my kids, stupid it's an outfit If you ain't been around the world keep yo' mouth zipped Or you'll be wonderin where yo' house went You see I'm not normal and I'm not a homo I'm mo' apt to shoot a porno with you in cornrows And call it "More Hoes: Volume 5, Volume 6" And show 'em in the back of my truck, at the FreakNic Trick, what'chu workin with? [Chorus] - repeat 2X
