Ladies & Thugs — текст песни (DJ Quik)

[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?


[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


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