Yo dick can get you a gang of fine hoes
Then again, fuck around and get you bust in the nose
Some niggaz that I know get sprung on the coochie
Spend their last dollar, goin broke on a hoochie
If you see tight titties and a big fat butt
Your dick'll be sleep but his ass'll wake up
He'll fuck with your mind till you go and get her
Even if she got her big boyfriend with her
You'll step to the girl, thinkin you can clown
Touch her on the ass and her nigga beats you down
It's a dick thang, girls, don't get offended
Cause y'all the muthafuckas that be puttin us in the clinic
So homies, let's chill and don't play ourself cheap
Cause if we catch AIDS, we'll be six feet deep
Before you chase a hoochie and try to turn the trick
Roll somethin (yeah) smoke somethin (right)
Drank somethin (what) flow somethin (hey)
[Chorus]
Niggaz try to talk that talk (some niggaz try to talk that talk)
But they really cain't walk that walk (nah they really cain't walk that walk)
People fuck around and get caught (you gon' fuck around and get caught)
Find your ass outlined in chalk (you find your ass outlined in chalk)
[Sly Boogy]
I like to smoke on the fine lined sticky
You don't really wanna try Sly Boogy (nah)
I got some niggaz that'll ride right wit me
I'm not a homosexual, I like pussy (yup yup)
I make the hardest niggaz cry like sissies
I'm a live walkin sci-fi mystery
Come on and shine in the limelight wit me
Let's make it snap, crackle and pop like Rice Krispies
I put niggaz in fear when I rip shit
Make sho' my words sound clear when I spit this
Guzzle up a 40 ounce of beer with the quickness
If you wanna get bent, here nigga hit this
It's only been a year since my shit hit
Now a gang of people got they ear in my bid'ness
My words pierce like a spear, I'm relentless
You better hope yo' name don't appear on my hit list
[Chorus]
[Hi-C]
Yeah you niggaz is fixin to get ya brains blew back
Sly Boogy (whattup?) Where the thang-thang at
Niggaz be killin me with these gangbang raps
I got homies so banged out they need a gangbang PATCH
Guns, knives, and baseball bats
Nigga! I come from the days of waaaaaaaaay back
And I'm still dope like Ritalin
Cause I keep shit stankin like a chitlin
You best to chill with all that yappin you snitch you
Oh you don't feel it? But I bet you your bitch do! (heyyy)
You at home eatin TV dinners
While I roll through the hood wit'cha ho on spinners
It's my time to shine, I'm fixin to rock next
And then I'm disappearin again like Loch Ness
With ten million in cash, and 2 tecs, with a cell phone
With three young honies with hot sex
[Chorus]
[Hi-C]
Oh yeah monkeyheads, I ain't playin
Look who the cat drug in
[E-40]
E-40!
Straight from the bottom of the gutter peeeyimp (gutter peeyimp)
But then I rose (then I rose)
Now it's life "bonus golf," pimp I got extra holes/hoes
I used to shovel that snow, that powder yo' nose
The first one on my soil my ninja to ride vogues (ride vogues)
Now we rhyme and spit verses and rock shows (rock shows)
And pimp these broads for they purses mayne when I'm on the road (on the road)
I'm a fixture on my block (on my block)
Before E-40, my named used to be Hubbarock (Hubbarock)
Hubbarock? Yeah bruiser, Hubbarock
Bust a unit open, break it down to hundred pops
Hundred pops? Yeah bruiser, hundred pops
Feed 'em to my runners, let my runners get 'em off (get 'em off)
I like to floss and campaign (campaign)
With the, top down, smokin champagne (champagne)
And go stupid like a fool (like a FOOL)
Off Hennessy and Red Bull (Red Bull)
Roll somethin, smoke somethin
Drank somethin, flow somethin
[Chorus]
[E-40 over Chorus]
That's right, you squares be talkin that talk mayne
But cha'll can't walk that walk mayne
You fools is squares, a box of Apple Jacks
Fa-shiggadale, boyyyyyy
Get outline in chalk fool, riggadale'll tell ya
Why? Uhh
[Hi-C]
Ay DJ Cokie, get us up out this bitch mayne
[scratching]
Ecstasy, ecstasy, ahh
Ecstasy, ecstasy, what?
Ecstasy, ecstasy, huh
Ecstasy...
[Hi-C]
Now it's this little bitty pill that be doin the most
Throw it down your throat, chased by Remy and Coke
Give it a few minutes and watch it go
Where they gettin this shit from? Nigga I don't know
Got niggaz talkin about it, bitches sayin they got it
Everybody hollerin, like they can't do without it
I tried to figure out what all the fuss is about
But I guess I'll never know until it hit my mouth
Some call it the X, some call it the E
Whassup? Why'ontch'all introduce this bitch to me
So I can take her by the hand turn around and tap her dead on that ass
Tongue kiss and we was doin it bad
7-6-5-4-3-2-1 blast!
I'mmmmmmmm so hiiiiiiiiiiigh, I hope I never crash
Baby so bad, she can take over the world
Got party people screamin out "Go on girl!"
[Chorus]
We got some big body bitches in the place to be
They off the - ecstasy, ecstasy
They layin in the hot tub gettin wet for me
They off the - ecstasy, ecstasy
And they actin like they wanna have sex with me
They off the - ecstasy, ecstasy
Man I wish these playa hatin niggaz'd stop sweatin me
I'm off the - ecstasy, ecstasy
[Hi-C]
I fell into the club, honies showin me love
Was it me? Or was it that pocket full of dove?
I kicked a convo, baby gave me a hug
Then introduced me to this brand new drug
Said you heard of ecstasy? I said I listen to Barry White
She said it's more like Betty White nigga, tonight's the night
I pulled ten bucks out the cut, she grabbed it
Then zoomed to the lockerrom and snatched a tablet
Damn, that's it? It's big as a Tic-Tac
But bomb enough to put a bull on his back
Watch out, give me that, I took it to the neck
Then baby said prepare for the bombest sex
I can hear my heart beatin, my head started to sweat
It took over my body, it made my dick stretch
I couldn't figure out what was wrong with me
She said baby don't trip, that's the ecstasy
[Chorus]
[Hi-C]
Man the spot about to close and I'm high as fuck
So I downed the drink, and wobbled to the truck
Valet took the ticket and pulled right up
He passed me the keys, so I threw him a buck
I jumped in the ride, turned on the TV
I swear y'all, it looked like a picture of me
Straight bangin two bitches in the SUV
Ay wait, hold up, save some for me
So I jumped on screen, started gettin my pipe sucked
But damn, hold up, who drivin the truck?
Man I didn't give a fuck I'm havin too much fun
Straight Killa Cali style nigga under the sun
Cruise control kicked in, I was doin a hun'
Had the beat on blast, right past the one's
Before they pulled me over I was under arrest
I jumped out asshole naked, doin sobriety tests
[Chorus]
We got some big thick bitches in the place to be
They off the - ecstasy, ecstasy
Man I asked her for some skull and she gave it to me
She off the - ecstasy, ecstasy
Now she actin like she wanna have sex with me
She off the - ecstasy, ecstasy
Damn baby you can get it stop sweatin me
I'm off the - ecstasy, ecstasy
[James DeBarge]
No no no no-no no, no
[Hi-C]
Uhh, yup, aww yeah, hahaha
I know y'all remember this (no no no no, no no no)
Hustler music, Hi-Life
Yeah, check it (yeah-hahh yeah)
Now baby was one of the baddest you ever saw
Tight jeans, tank top, and a push-up bra
Held her Sprite in her hand and she sip from a straw
Told the homey Suga Free nigga stop the car
The way we jumped out she musta thought we was thugs
Had a curve on that ass like a brand new Bug
Skip the handshakes, why'on'cha give me a hug?
Her titties sat pretty like apple juice jugs
Name is H-I, she said hi
Wouldn't look me in my eye, I thought she was shy
Baby started to reply, my name is Dee
And see that car over there? He lookin at me
I said so? What'chu tellin me fo'?
Start to think to myself, man this a crazy ho
She said pull around the corner, let me talk to you
Come to find out the chicken was a prostitute, ooh
[Chorus: James DeBarge]
Ohh this girl, looked so, good (nah nah nah)
But I, just cain't, trust a ho - no-no-no, no no no no
(yeah, nah, cain't trust her)
Ohh this girl, looked so, good
But I, just cain't, trust a ho (yeah, oh yeah, check it)
No I can't trust a ho
[Hi-C]
I once knew a stripper that liked to drink liquor
I fall into the club, she all in my zipper
The way I used to hit her it'd sound like I'd kill her
Man, I ain't gon' lie, I used to love that nigga
And when my baby momma got to stressin me
She was my sexual therapy
Had a waist like a bass, her thighs like thunder
And her lips hot enough to suck the skin off a cucumber!
Made me wonder was she keepin it true?
Hey boo - how many niggaz you done done this to?
Keep it real, don't lie, you can tell me the truth
You've been trickin superchicken and I got proof
I got a baby homey with a brand new Benz
Said he had you in the studio, bangin the skins
Never trust a stripper, that's a cardinal sin
You love me so much you started fuckin my friends, ya bitch!
[Chorus] w/ ad libs and variations
[Hi-C] J.D. hit 'em with it, ahh!
[James DeBarge]
Aww-ahhh (yeah) lady
Aww-ahh (uhh) baby
Aww-ahhh, aww-ahhh, say you can't, nooo (J.D. what?)
Aww-ahhh (yes)
Aww-ahh - sooooooooooooooo
Aww-ahh, aww-awww-ahhhhhhh (take it home homey)
This girl, she looked so good (yeah)
Yeah baby, blowin me right out of my mind, she's so good baby (what what)
So good baby (yup yup)
So good sugar, hooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
oooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh-hoooooooooo (James DeBarge)
So good, blowin me right out of my mind (uhh, yes)
Out of my mind (yeah) yeah, looked so good
(At the tone the time will be
8:59 and 10 seconds)
[VERSE 1: Hi-C]
Nine o'clock in the morning, yes, I got dressed
Thought about my girl with the big fat breast
So I called her up and asked could I see her today
She said okay, so I said, "I see ya Shante"
Hung up the phone, then I threw on my clothes
I pulled some tissue off the roll to blow the boogers out my nose
Put on my chain and my boots and things
Bout to step out the house and heard the telephone ring
I grabbed the telephone just to see what was up
She said, "Gimme the place and time and we could hook up"
I said, "Okay then, why don't you meet me in the park?
At a quarter to five, cause at six it get dark"
She said she didn't mind, okay it's on
So I grabbed my Skanless jacket, then I hung up the phone
I stepped out the house, smilin and grinnin
Sayin to myself, hot damn I'm winnin
[CHORUS]
Oh what shall I, what shall I, what shall I do
Sittin in the park waitin for you
Oh what shall I, what shall I, what shall I do
Shall I slap the trick and tell the tramp it's through?
I'm (sitting in the park waiting for you)
[VERSE 2: Hi-C]
On the way to the park I had to stop at the sto'
When bums beg me for a quarter I usually say no
But that day I made all they butt holler
Went in my pocket, gave the poor fellas a dollar
They couldn't believe it, they had to ask me what's wrong
I said, "Yo, just take this dollar and get yo butt on"
I bailed five or six blocks with a skip and a hop
Mmh... what's that smell? Oh, the flower shop
Now I pulled a lotta girlies out they panty hose
And never never have I ever bought a chick no rose
But that day I had to be the Life Saver
To top it all off, I rushed to 31 Flavors
The girl said she loved me, she said I was cute
But all I thought about was just knockin her boots
I thought about doin it with no hesitation
Now I'm sittin in the park just waitin
[CHORUS]
[VERSE 3: Hi-C]
Now I'm sittin on a bench with my back against the fence
Hi-C's not dumb, I got a gang of sense
Flowers in my hand, ice cream in a cup
I'm thinkiin to myself, won't this girl hurry up?
I seen my homies comin and my butt puckered up
They said, "There go the homie Crawf, hey Hi-C, what's up?"
I grabbed the roses, tried to hide 'em behind my back
But I was stuck in a - ouch - caught in the act
Then a old man walked up to me
He said, "You know, whatever will be, will be"
I said, "Excuse me sir, I don't mean to be rude
( ? ) I'm in a bad mood"
He said, "Look like you got yourself a few problems
Why me bein a old man, maybe I can solve em"
"Pops, that sound familiar, what shall I do?"
"Well, just slap that trick and tell the tramp it's through"
Hahhhhhhh, yeah, ha ha
It's the {?} free
I told y'all
Hundred spoke music, yeah, uhh
[Hi-C]
I put humps in they back like a Halloween pumpkin cat
Just shut up, and bounce to the track
What'chu thank? I won't peel paint for my bank?
Better look out, hand me my strap
Now just like I thought you don't want no funk
Better listen to your homeboy tellin you don't
Just put your hands on your hip, let your backbone slip
All my dogs in the riffs y'all skip
Ain't no set trippin but we givin it up
California love straight livin it up
Palm trees bendin, chrome wheels spinnin
Corona and lemon, got us all sinnin
Big booty women, sinnin and grinnin
I can't change the game I'm in the 9th inning
Just hit the dancefloor but get yours on
Like uh, heyyy, that's my song
[Chorus x2]
Say woop - WOOP
Say woop woop - WOOP WOOP
Wo-woop wo-woo-woop, wo-woop wo-woo-woop
Wo-woop wo-woo-woop! Wo-woop wo-woo-woop!
[Hi-C]
They say Hi-C what's up?
Man shit, dick in dynamite and all I can't fuck
I'ma blow up, y'all niggaz better slow up
Jumpin out of line with us, 'll get your asshole up
I gives a fuck what you throw up
All I'm tryin to do is watch Hi-Life blow up
But you trippin off that lil' pimpin
I'll bust you in your mouth and have your suit sippin
Quik did it, yep and I'ma spit it
You bootlegger motherfuckers y'all need to quit it
Don't nothin turn me on like a women, that spit it
So go buy you some clothes and hair to go with it
All I need is a drink or two
And bout 8 or 9 million in my juicy boo
Just hit the dancefloor but get yours on
Like uh, heyyy, that's my song
[Chorus]
[Suga Free]
Talkin bout y'all crackin a whip
What happened to the chair man?
Y'all ain't fucked the chair?
Sometimes!
I got the chair and the whip cause she out of pocket, she wrong
Plus I'm off the she {?} forget them nazis, now it's on
Whatchu think I'm Superpimp ain't got no feelings hurt don't beef
What I'm a robot with no problems pimp on Sesame Street?
Sometimes I need me a lil' somethin, it ain't no smoke either
And when them white boys cook it man I mean ephedrine ain't ether
Made me feel like Dirk Diggler, super fucker
Post a bitch on this dick do it to her coochie rougher
Eyes ride, hard beat, and hand around her throat pullin her hair
Slapped her up like a rapist do the stankin everywhere
Don't push me homey, I've been up for 3 days, short tempered
Can't eat nothin and my wave stages have got a lil' pussy on 'em
Cranium, connected to my, membrane
My membrane, connected to my, esophic hairs
Drip, drip, dry, dry
Fleet fleet tweak tweak lane lane trick try
Hi-Life, Too Swift, Young Quik, bring it to 'em
[Chorus: in faux patois]
Run up run up we got de gun up
Haters that think we funnin dey get done up
Run up run up we got de gun up
Haters that think we funnin dey get done up
[Hi-C - sounding like Milk Dee]
Stop schemin, and lookin hard
I got that ghetto platinum credit card
Make one phone call and fools gettin hurt
Niggaz, busters, bitches in skirts
Got a hoe in the house peepin out yo' safe
Get you naked, and duct tape your nuts to your waist
Horny nigga, thought you was gettin some cock
You ain't gettin shit, nigga you got got
While I run your shit back over to the top
400 bottles of Moet gettin popped
Not even cops, can fuck with Swift or the Diggler
Serve and protect, we gettin rid of ya
Put the green light on L.A.P.D.
Cause I'm tired of the motherfuckers fuckin WITH ME
I wanna bust, that's how I feel it
G shit, punk bitch, we be keepin it real
[Chorus x2]
[Too Swift]
Invisibility like Space Ghoster
I'm comin through in my Range Rover, shoot 'em up the party's over
Cause when I'm sober like to {?} in mines
I squeeze tight as some pliers, handle my strap, with these evil designs
to kill a nigga, don't step in my path
A psycho maniac nigga raw killer it's a bloodbath
The aftermath, 'll make you laugh
Cold shoot 'em up like La-Di-Da-Di when that 45 hit his body
Drop his corpse to the motherfuckin pavement
It ain't no future in that California brave shit
I guess that you thought that it was all about you
But it's all about that one 8 double-oh, hit 'em up some mo'
Niggaz always causin, drama
But Too Swift I'm gettin calmer, plottin like the unibomber
Niggaz trippin off my conversations
It ain't no confrontations, when my strap {?} like installations
[Chorus x2]
[Verse Three]
Now every day, all day, I'm only out for my riches
Busters and snitches be player hatin so I'm elevatin
Like elevators, regulate like regulators
Assassinate player haters, a lyrical motivator
Pull mo' raid than Raiders, so you think you can fade us?
Yes we snap like alligators and got mo' game than yo' fastest commentator
When my intellect, the dialect, subtractin conversations
Cause I'm a lethal weapon when it comes to confrontations
[Hi-C - like Milk Dee again]
We get money, money I got
Makin haters hot when I whip in the drop
Ding dong it's the bell, once again it's on
Postman dropped the package out in front of my home
Could this be a setup? Shit, man let me get up
Ain't nobody comin in here, they gettin wet up
Opened up the package, it was nothin but scrilla
We gon' throw another party, this is Hi-Life nigga!
[Chorus x4]
Yeah
Ready to slang 'em
Girls, I'm ready to bang 'em
So you know how we do it
I'm 'bout to step to it like this, you know
[VERSE 1: Hi-C]
Boom, nigga, I'ma drop the rock
For the punk-ass niggaz that's on my jock
One day I was caught in the mix
In a gang, it was four, five or six
Old bitch-ass niggaz get to go head up
Cause when I run I tear they ass up
I got slung to the ground, took one to the eye
But a Compton-ass nigga won't cry
So I dusted off my clothes and I ran to the Cutlass
Thought for a minute, said fuck this
On the way back to Compton went to get the gat
But they knew that day I'd be comin back
But I didn't go back on the same day
Cause a nigga ain't stupid, okay?
But a month down the line they ass'll be mine
They be chewin on a muthafuckin AK
[VERSE 2: Hi-C]
Once again Hi-C jumps on the scene
Killin all creeps if you know what I mean
Fool, so come on, bring your nine
But it ain't gon' help this time, punk
Cause you'll get smoked with a deuce-five
Take two to the eye, you won't stay alive
You keep poppin that gangsta mess
But you'll suck a gang of jock tryina fuck with the Skanless
I used to hit up my set on the walls
Niggaz run up, get kicked in the balls
My weight may be light but I swing 'em like Mighty Mike
If you think you can hang - syke
Cause my homies ain't no goddamn joke
Niggaz from the other side always get smoked
My hood you can't stop, so get off the jock
(Give it to me!)
Uhh, woo! Yup
Heh heh, yeah
Make it hump, yeah
What? Yeah
{?} I just wanna be smooth on this one
Yeah, yeah
[Hi-C]
When I pull up to the club, nigga I don't stop
It be three or fo' times I done hit the block
I jump up out my right, peepin nothin but cock
The jealous-ass niggaz starin at my watch
Hmm, you can have it if you think you can get it
Infrared on yo' head, you think I won't hit it?
But I didn't come to trip, I came to sip
Pump some ass, and grip some hips
Man it's hot'dan a bitch, where the fuck is Quik?
I'm 'bout to, buy out the bar, homey hand me some chips
My nigga start to laugh, but he kicked in half
We had everything from New Cal to Genuine Draft
I'm knockin down all that's in my path
But money is the one thing you can not have (nope)
She asked me can she get it, so I started to laugh
Oh no! I ain't never ever paid for no ass!
[Break]
(Give it to me!) uh-uh (Give it to me!) uh-uh
(Give it to me!) oh no (Give it to me!) alright
(Give it to me!) I am (Give it to me!) c'mon
(Give it to me!) c'mon (Give it to me!)
[Chorus x2: (Hi-C)]
Pop it, pimp it (ohh you look good when you)
Hold it, twist it (girl you're so hood when you)
Shake it, lick it (oh I go nuts when you)
Grab it, kiss it (ah I'm gon' bust when you)
[Hi-C]
Well I'm five-seven, dick size 11
I hit it from behind I'll tear up your spine
A good girl these days so hard to find
They keep me runnin on down the line
I got Kim, Keisha, Tasha, Tameka
Karen, Sharon, Heather, Alisha
And I'm, the teacher, class in session
Come get down with me and learn yo' lesson
Pop pop, make it hot don't stop
From the couch to the cot you can get on top
Shake what you got for a pork chop cutie
Oooh SHIT you fine wit'cha big fat booty
Now you ain't a chicken, I'ma call you Popeyes
Cause yo' ass so big, all you do is pop eyes
Crawf Dog and I'm back with this 'Hi-Life' shit
I'm tryin to make you a 'Hi-Life' chick, c'mon
[Break + Chorus]
[Big Steele]
I done had 'em all, foreign exotic to down-lows
Hoes so ugly you'd fuck 'em wit'cho eyes closed
Chinese, Lebanese, broads of all races
Even Islamic women with the veils on they faces
Mexican women who couldn't speak a lick of english
See my dick and scream the Pledge of Allegiance
I had a fat chick I had to feed before I hit
But she'd only eat salad to save room for my dick
[Hi-C]
Yeah, ahh
Yeah, Hi-Life
Uhh, naw
Here we go, yeah
Now this is for the ladies and all my dawgs
C'mon, get your ass up off the wall
All you had to do is give Crawf a call
And watch me come through and get it crackin y'all
I'm still breakin bricks with the homey Quik
We try to get it down just as far as it gets
Cause all I have to do is hop back and spit
And watch all the lil' mommas start havin fits
When I slide through the city in my Escalade
I ain't worryin 'bout shit, cause we extra paid
Tryin to stay sharp as a razor blade
And you thinkin 'bout now that we got it made
And I'ma take you right down, that ain't the case
Ain't nuttin like mo' chips in my safe
Stop skinnin and grinnin all in my face
'fore I cock back and show you how my pistol taste
[Chorus: voice box]
If you're pimpin let me know, yeah
But if you're simpin let me go, ho
Cause if you're flossin this don't show, yeah
And I ain't got no time for hoes
Don't wanna see you no mo'
[Hi-C]
You can be black as smoke from a motorboat
Or white as a egg minus all the yolk
On 20 inch spokes or flat out broke
We can do the thang loc cause y'all my folks
I'm out in the street tryin to beat the heat
Break and shake shackles up off my feet
Po' out a little drank for the ones to see
Man I miss you Mausberg, homey rest in peace
I'm just down here goin through the day to day
Chasin pay, smash if you in my way
With 3 dimes and I'm lookin for a place to lay
Black Tone, where you at homey? (ANDELE!)
When we get a lil' drink we don't fight or fuss
But we do barbecue, slap bones and cuss
So let's get it get it hit it hit it ballin wild
If you wanna get freak just "call mi now!"
[Chorus]
[DJ Quik]
I'm role model (role model?) I roll models in and out of my room
at night lookin guilty with they hole hollow (oh!)
Now hit the light switch, and turn 'em back on
And take off them clothes so I can see if youse the type (ooh man)
Be a sad day in L.A. if I ain't ballin (yup)
Be no dubs spinnin, dudes drankin, broads callin (nope)
Cause I've been runnin up tabs since I was 19
And tryin to spend the rest of my life with the right team (who that?)
Me and Crawf Dog (Crawf) we been off y'all (off)
Off of 2 dime pieces and playin softball
They swallow golf balls (golf) they swallowed Crawf Dog (Crawf)
They swallowed me and that's why I see we been off y'all (off)
At the sports bar, drinkin Chopan and Mucal and Adios Mother
Give me another, cause I'm loaded
I dropped the bomb and her lil' drawers exploded
If you think we ain't mackin miss, you moldy
- I need a warrant check on 2 suspects wearing
black Dickeys and dirty white t-shirts
- I have one black and one Mexican
They have five outstanding warrants
Armed and considered skanless
- I'll run 'em in for questoning
"Damn Mr. Officer, you know who you're fucking with?"
[VERSE 1: Hi-C]
Threw on a beanie, 'bout 12:37
With thoughts on my mind of a 211
Threw on my fresh socks and my stomping boots
A brand new pair of brownies and my khaki suit
So I said to myself it's time to go jack
I grabbed a couple clips, loaded up the gat
I ran out the house, jumped in the Cutlass
Tired of bein broke, damn, fuck this
Hopped on the freeway lookin for the area
Showin no mercy and I'm not gonna spare ya
Searchin like a eagle but I ain't found shit
But just as the moment I was about to quit
Out jumps this Mustang doin 'bout 50
Driver bumpin sounds, he's rollin real swiftly
Now when I seen him I punched the gas
But I couldn't catch his ass cause he goin too fast
But hell yeah, I'ma get him tonight
I never wouldn'ta caught him but thanks to the red light
I'm in the left lane and he's on the right
Hey homeboy, you better check your taillights
Man, them muthafuckas don't work
He pulled over to the side like a stupid-ass jerk
He hopped out his car and walked to the back
Then I drew down with my gat, I said, "Punk, this a jack
Empty your pockets and drop your keys"
His girl screamed out, "Don't take his car, please"
I said, "Bitch, get your ass out
You know what I'm about, I'll knock your ass out"
Grabbed her ass by the hair and drug her out the window
Pushed out the car while I fired up the Indo
So watch out, fool, don't let me catch ya slippin
I'll be another car that I'll just be strippin
Me, Hi-C is one mean compadre
Tu no me gustas, chinga tu madre
"I shot"
"Shoot me, motherfucker"
"Too"
"Dumb muthafucka"
"Whether red or blue, cuz or blood, it just don't matter"
"You
"Suckers"
"Hey homes"
"Compton"
[VERSE 2: Hi-C]
Rollin them Daytons, yeah, profilin
Turned on Rosecrans, the suckers got to smilin
They got to wavin, so I said fuck it
I ain't wavin back, they jumped in they bucket
Lookin in my mirror it's niggaz all on my ass
So I said to my girl I'ma have to blast
So I bust a turn on [Name] Street
Then I pulled a muthaufckin .357 out the seat
Them niggaz jumped out 12-guage ( ? )
Give me the keys to your shit, or get shot in the rump
My girl got out first, they said (Ooh, look at that)
Not knowin my bitch had the big, big gat
I got out and just threw 'em the keys
Then my girl said (Don't take his car, please)
Looked at my girl and gave her the sign
The girl whipped out the gat and she blast three times
( *gunshot* ) 1 nigga laid dead
The other cocked back the gauge and shot her in the leg
"Don't shoot my girl," I begged and begged
But my girl shot again and blew his brains out his head
So watch out, fool, don't let me catch ya slippin
I'll be another car that I'll just be strippin
Me, Hi-C is one mean compadre
Tu no me gustas, chinga tu madre
- Pull over the vehicle
- Aw baby, they tryina stop us and shit, baby
- Pull over the vehicle
- I ain't stoppin for they...
Fuck it, I'ma stop
- Alright, alright
What are you up to over here?
- Hey man, I'm on the way to the hospital, man
- Did you realize this is a 35, man?
- Man, don't you see my girl's shot, muthafucka?
- Man, where's your license?
- Man, fuck...
- Where's your registration?
Get out of the car, man
- Man, fuck you
[VERSE 3: Hi-C]
Nigga rollin through my hood with some big fat chains
Didn't know who he was, he musta lost his brain
He's ready to get beat and stomped on
A kid from Oakland tryina roll through Compton?
There's a bitch on the block named Sue
A hoe in the hood everybody been through
I didn't have to guess cause I already knew
That that's the fuckin house that he's gonna stop to
He was rollin a clean-ass Lac
On Daytons and 20s, a bumper kit in the back
I said damn, now who in the fuck is that?
He had diamonds on his hands and his chains was fat
He went in Sue house, I don't know what they was doin
But me knowiin Sue they was probably screwin
Now this nigga musta been on crack
So I rushed into my house, broke out the bumper jack
Stripped his shit and left it sittin on bricks
Fool-ass fag was in a hell of a fix
He was ready to leave the house
So I crept up to the door when I heard his big mouth
He kissed Sue and said good night
I threw my left hands on the chains, I bombed with the right
You know Sue, the stupid ass bitch
The hoe in the hood done turned into a snitch
Police pulled me over, I said what the fuck I do?
"I'm Crawf, officer, it wasn't me
"Shut up, nigger, don't they call you Hi-C?"
They turned they back, then I broke down the street
I almost got away till a K9 creeped
But it caught me and almost chewed my ass to death
I was almost dead, I had one thing left
Grabbed a 40 bottle, bust the dog in the head
Police stopped, check to see if he was dead
But by that time I was down the street
Sayin, "Ha, you silly muthafuckas can't catch me"
So watch out, fool, don't let me catch ya slippin
I'll be another car that I'll just be strippin
Me, Hi-C is one mean compadre
Tu no me gustas, chinga tu madre
Yeah
Straight for the nine-o, fool
Hi-C and Tony-A straight jackin muthafuckas
So make sure your windows are rolled up and your door are locked
Cause that's the only way your ass won't get got
And I don't give a fuck about y'all packin
[Intro:]
Heres a little story I'd like ta tell
About a situation guys and girls know very well
Everything is fine and dandy and you love it
'Til dope make you treat another person like a puppet
[Verse 1:]
Now I talked to this girl for about two weeks
And I've been many places and seen many freaks
But this girl was just fly, her body good lookin
I was a fish just flappin' and she was like hook'n
I got to know her by spending some time
She gave me things of hers for some things of mine
Everything was goin' good, couldn't nothing go better
Anything she wants to do, Hi-C would just let her
Wasn't like them other brothers trying to screw her up
I would take her to the mall, and straight cold do her up
Have a treat, and when she by my side
I want the girl to look good when she rollin' in my ride
But three weeks later I noticed a change
Somethin' wasn't right she was acting kinda strange
Took some money out my stash, and stuffed it in her purse
You think if things is gettin bad, man, it's gonna get worse
Well, looks like I got myself a few problems
But me, being Hi-C, you know I'm gonna solve 'em
She ran out the house, and drove down the street
Stopped to buy some crack from my homeboy Pete
I couldn't believe what I was told
He gave the freak double-up for a thick piece of gold
So I creeped up on on the girl, and said "yeah, I caught ya"
"And by the way, where's the link I bought ya? "
Now this girl must've lost her mind
Scrapping up dough in some things of mine
I wanted to beat her. Better yet stomp her
Break out the 12-gauge and full of buckshot, pump her
But I said, nah forget it, I'm a chill
This girl need help, she's mentally I'll
She got to trip' and started spending my grip!
So I just had to rip the pipe out' her lips
She cried, "Crawf, please gimme some money"
"I promise I'll stop, please, come on Crawf honey! "
I felt sorry for the girl cause she's being misused
It was the crack and the devil, riding to abuse
This relationship just ain't gonna last
Girl, you gonna have to get rid of your past
Cause yeah, you're on my dick dick ding a ling
Tryin' to tie my arms and legs with a string
My money? mmm hmm, I know u love it
But let me tell you one thing I'm not
I'm not your {puppet}...
[Interlude 1:]
So listen up to what we say because...
{Smoke primos cause you thought it tastes good}
Yo, girl, get off my {ungh}
Man, I wouldn't touch that- {you, why? }
And with your wrinkled {ooh! } I can't be your lover
[Verse 2:]
Hopped out the bed bout three o'clock
Stumbled to the door when I heard the knock
I thought "man, now who in the heck could this be? "
When I got to the door she said "Crawf, it's me"
"I thought we're supposed to go out this week"
"Not tonight girl, I'm 'bout to go back to sleep"
But by being a big booty, heckuva freak
Before I closed the door, she blocked the way with her feet
She pushed her way in, didn't use much force
She said I know we goin' out, I said "yeah, of course"
I'm staring at this girl wonderin' if she alright
Cause where in the heck we supposed to go
At this time of the night
But the only thing that was on my mind
Was jackin this girl for her big behind
She thought that I forgot that she was the one that was smokin' rocks
I looked at the girl and I said "babe, you know what Steve said? "
"Your butt ain't nothin but a base head"
She disagreed. She said "stop lyin'"
Her feelings were hurt, so she broke out cryin'
I said baby you gotta help yourself
Don't expect help from anyone else
This relationship just ain't gonna last
Girl, you gonna have to get rid of your past
Cause yeah, you're on my dick dick ding a ling
Tryin' to tie my arms and legs with a string
My money? mmm hmm, I know u love it
But let me tell you one thing I'm not
I'm not your {puppet}...
[Interlude 2:]
Three days later... {hooked and all}
You gotta give me some now
{It's all because of me}
All right, stop fussin' {thinking to myself}
Who knows where the fuck her lips been
[Verse 3:]
The girl was dumb... she was straight out sprung
If dope was a rope, then her soul was hung
Well one day, I went to see my DJ
The grand, incredible, wizard Tony A
Got to his house, then I knocked on the door
The fool didn't answer, so I banged once more
I wondered, where in the heck he was at
So I jumped off the porch, then I fell to the back
He was there, cause I heard the system thumpin'
Went up to the window, jack's moves was bumpin'
I grabbed a crate just to peek through the window
The girl I kicked it with was getting played like Nintendo
Jumped in the window and I said "what's up? "
Tony had her hyped up, he was driving her nuts
She seen my face, and she started to scream
I said "shut up girl, you know the routine"
Popped the tape in the deck and we rocked back and forth
From the east to the west, the south and the north
I got tired, and said "man, I quit"
Tony A said, "Crawf, look at this chick"
She grabbed a rock, and I started to flip
Baby wanted to smoke, man this girl was a trip
She said "Yo. Check this out, man"
"My dope smokes in a pipe, and it melts in my hand"
Girl, you just a fool, your life is going too fast
I know this relationship just ain't gonna last
Cause, yeah, you're on my dick, dick, ding a ling
Tryin' to tie my arms and legs with a string
My money? mmm hmm, I know u love it
But let me tell you one thing I'm not
I'm not your {puppet}...
[Interlude 3:]
Well I bought her a chain, Reebok boots and a skirt
And she {clocked it}
Then she went in my pants, and she took my keys
And stole my bucket
[Outro:]
Yo, the little story that I just told
About a girl who's living life with her head that's swole
Dope ain't me, Hi C can't cut it
Girl I know you love it
[Nate Dogg (Hi-C)]
I don't wanna know (yeah, ha ha)
I don't wanna know (y'all ain't ready for this one)
(C'mon Nate Dogg) I don't wanna know
(This gon' hurt) I don't wanna know
(Man, feel me on this, uhh)
[Hi-C]
(I don't wanna know) if you see my girl in the club
with her ass all out straight shakin that butt
(I don't wanna know) if you see her talkin to her man
don't tell me shit 'less you heard what she sayin
(I don't wanna know) when you see her out with her friends
Flirtin with the niggaz in the Mercedes Benz
(I don't wanna know) cause what I don't know won't hurt
So don't call me gossipin with no dirt
(I don't wanna know) cause some of y'all act like G's
But if you know the truth, you would drop to your knees
(I don't wanna know) you don't wanna start losin your mind
You're only twenty-fo' but you look forty-nine
(I don't wanna know) if the other brother got mo' cheddar
With a bigger dick and he bangin her better
(I don't wanna know) why you tryin to make my blood pressure high
Bring tears to my eyes, what you want me to die?
[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
(I don't wanna know) don't wanna know, just let me be
(I don't wanna know) don't wanna know, you cheatin on me
(I don't wanna know) don't tell me shit, just let me be
(I don't wanna know) I can't be hurt, by what I don't see
[Hi-C]
(I don't wanna know) if you see her holdin hands in the mall
With a dark skinned brother that's six feet tall
Nah, that right THERE you can keep
Cause you know how I do it, I'm comin with the heat!
(I don't wanna know) and if I get my ass locked up
Will you turn into a freak and start givin it up? (Wait for me)
Or will you stay down for the cause
Without everybody beatin up the drawers
(I don't wanna know) if you do the gay thing wit'cha friend
Rubbin skin to skin but ain't naytan goin in
You drunk, pass out off a bottle of Henn'
Wake up and do it again
(I don't wanna know) that my lil' boy just turned 5
And some rumors circulatin that he really ain't mine
Why you tryin to make my blood pressure high
Bring tears to my eyes, what you want me to die?
[Chorus]
[Hi-C]
(I don't wanna know) that my homeboys is plottin to get'cha
And try to holla when I ain't wit'cha
(I don't wanna know) if you go for the okeydoke
and try to blame it on drinkin some liquor
(I don't wanna know) if your brother broke in my truck
I ain't playin with him, I'ma tear his ass up
(I don't wanna know) if you plan on gettin me jacked
And tell 'em where the safe is at
(I don't wanna know) if you throw po-po's up out the guns
that make you scream to the top of your lungs (ahhhh!)
(I don't wanna know) the stress'll make your hair turn grey
That's why I don't trip, I do shit my way
(I don't wanna know) and if I ain't hittin the spots
You better lie to me, tell me that I'm killin the cock!
Why you tryin to make my blood pressure high
Bring tears to my eyes, what you want me to die?
[Chorus x2]
[Nate Dogg]
I don't need it wit'cho secret, what you doin to me
(I don't wanna know) don't wanna know
I don't want it, I'll run from it, if that's not my scene
[Hi-C]
Now I'd rather be kicked in the nuts, 20 times
than to go to war fightin for hoes that ain't mine
Moms used to always tell me love is blind
And don't listen to them pussytail hoes, they be lyin
Well momma you was right, damn I shoulda listened
But I was horny, I couldn't WAIT to go fishin
YOUNG GUN FULL OF CUM, sprung and straight trippin
Bareback and raw dick style, straight slippin
She hit me on the phone like boo, I love you
But one day I came home like damn, who's shoe?
I wear a 9 and a 1/2, this a 13
The neighbors downstairs used to hear her scream
She did the dirty do-low, ho you ain't right
Got niggaz comin through layin MONSTER pipe
When I went to get the coochie it was, fartin and burpin
I said, "Ho you been cheatin on me, my heart hurtin"
[Chorus x2]
She hit me where it hurt, I was out there doin the work
I shoulda known she was doin the dirt, with the milkstains on her skirt
[Hi-C]
Itchy-kitchy ya-ya, you a liah
Drop me off at the clinic, we both on FIYAH
Yeah I said WE and it's all because of YOU
I've been keepin it real, but now I wanna KILL
We had to get a jump to make her car start
And she got my dick burnin like Charzard
I slid up in the place tryin to hide my face
I had "Go See the Doctor" to get shit straight
The girls behind the desk said "have a seat sir"
Now she mad cause them bitches lookin better than her
Just SHUT UP, lyin bitch, don't say nuttin
I'm scared now, I don't know WHO you been fuckin
My first love, first rub, first hug
My first slut, first butt, first nut
But this the last dame, Ms. Thang, you stuck up
This the last dance, last chance, you fucked up! (What?)
[Chorus]
[Hi-C]
You better call before you come homey, don't pop up
There's somebody in there now, tearin the cock up
He fresh out the pen, swoll and rocked up
You ran up on the nigga and got, socked up
You whipped out the heat and now he shot up
But police hit the street, and now you locked up
And while you in jail, she burnin the block up
You got a stepson cause now she knocked up
Eeney meanie mynie moe, cause she's a hoe
And if the kid ain't really yours, let her go
She wanna catch a baller baller, by the toe
To suck his dick to his balls, and get his dough
My heart made of stone, thanks to you baby
So now I just bone and make the hoes pay me
You got the audacity, to say you love me
When the homies caught you at the Laker game with Dub C?!
[Hi-C]
Hey hey, yeap
We make 'em say hey hey
Hey hey
Hey hey, yeah
See you light-skinnded women be tryin to act pretty
Bitch hit me off with some ol' high saditty
All I'm checkin fo' is your ass and your titties
Cause you high-yellow women be actin, way shitty
Chocolate momma come here, and give me kissy
MUAH, got me all in the house, hidin hickies
And when you go downtown to licky licky
You put pressure on my pipe and make me bust quickly
Astroglade and the Magnum +
Baby don't move, aww shit, I'ma bust
Ahhhhh.. we gon' finish
Just gimme 20 minutes and I'm back up in it
I hit you with the dick that's gon' drive ya crazy
The return of H-I, Crawf Diggler baby
And I'm, one of the baddest you ever seen
Dirk Dig's on the scene, makin chickens scream!
[Chorus]
(Hey hey) That's what you need to be hollerin out
If you fly let me hear you shout
(Hey hey) You ugly dudes need to back it up
Before us girls start actin up
(Hey hey) Let you know that we ain't playin
We commandin you to shake ya thang
(Hey hey) If you know that you're sex-ay
Let me hear you say hey hey hey
[Big Steele]
I'm full of liquor, talkin loud, smackin women on the ass
Breathin down they neck every time one pass
They with they boyfriend, he bet' not say shit
Cause I'll act a fool in this sunnavabitch
I got my whole clique with me, I wish they would run up
Security can't help, we got they ass outnumbered
I'm fin' to take the bar just for me and my boys
If they try to resist then we bringin the noise
They're pickin up the phone, hittin 9-11
I'm snatchin everything from moo cow to Seagram's 7
So you better hang up cause if you call the cops
I swear before God we stompin yo' ass out
Drunk and unruly, grabbin women by the arm
Makin 'em dance and shakin and highly alarmed
I got my hands in the air and I'm spinnin around
Yellin hey hey motherfucker that's my song
[Chorus]
[Hi-C]
Iggy Imp the Dimp, my nigga Freeze a pimp
But the bitches fight, for this creamy white
Cause I'm, one of a kind that'll shock ya mind
I put, big dick it's in your behind
I say ONE for the trouble TWO for the show
C'mon, Big Steele, what you waitin fo'?
Cause after this here, we bouts to take over
And be fatter than Lil' Kim pussy, on that poster
(Ooh) Pay attention, boys and girls
You funkin with some players that's gon' take over the world
No love, nigga that shit hurt
You know your boy got game like Converse
Now if you do like I tell ya, maybe you can sell ya
nookie to a rookie no it ain't gon' fail ya
IT AIN'T EASY if you know what I'm sayin
But if you're pimpin and you know it clap your hands [clap clap]
[Hi-C:]
Yeah... H-I'
It don't stop... y'all niggaz must have forgot
Y'all motherfuckers gon' mind me
Yeah... check it out, check it out
Now I won't call ya crab if you don't call me slob
Livin' in the West is a full-time job
Niggaz be trippin' off of petty shit
Nigga miss me with that bank and then check yo' grip
You gots to know when to ride, know when to hide
Know when to blast, and try not to die
Niggaz be whoopin' that yang and shit
Knowin' they be suckin' up a gang of dick
You need to stop runnin' your mouth, be quiet
You won't throw a rock in a riot
See we can make shit like this all day
And serve it to yo' ass like some Alizé
All I wanna do is be a high roller
Step in my way I'll eat yo' ass like ebola - virus
Hi' is the name - you knew it
Fuck what ya heard, I gotta do it like I'm used to it
[Chorus x3: DJ Quik on talkbox]
Do it - do it, do it, do it
(I gotta do it like I'm used to it)
Do it - do it, do it, do it
{"I'm a veteran, boy"}
[Hi-C:]
Now I don't mean to flag, sag, brag or boast
But I'm the most - underrated nigga on this Coast
I'll fall on my knees, throw my hands up to God
Thinkin' to myself "Kumbaya my Lord"
If it don't work this time, I'll quit
I'm right back in the field, slangin' that shit
But life goes on and the earth rotate
Players still play and then haters still hate
Don't step in my path, I'll whip ass
And if a nigga talk shit - I'ma do ya bad
You gets the benefit of the doubt
But if you ain't legit I'ma knock yo' ass out
Back in your mouth with that gangsta shit
Half dance in the house, nah we don't quit
Rem and Cashe and Kenny Mack
Lil' V from St. Louis even got my back
Quik (?) and G-One
From the land of the trees and a gang of guns
So come on down, be the first to get wet
You don't have to give me shit, I'ma take my respect
Leave a bitter taste in your face like lemon
Stackin' more chips than that nigga Russell Simmons
Y'all don't wanna see me in a rowd' fight
Thank you for comin' out, God bless ya, good night
[gunshot]... y'all niggaz better watch me
[Chorus: DJ Quik on talkbox]
Do it - do it, do it, do it
{"I'm a veteran, boy"}
Do it - do it, do it, do it
[Hi-C:]
Now let me dig deep in my memory bank
And come up with some shit to make a nightclub sink
Fool what you think, we was doin' this for free?
Scratch in the bank, videos on TV
Don't hate me 'cause you're mad at the earth
Let the pistols bust and lay yo' ass to the turf
Guys are male bitches, they never get this work
A six million dollar man is what a nigga worth
Ladies in the house if you're down to win, say
(Nigga, what's up on my end?)
All the ladies in the house if you're down to win, say
(Nigga, what's up on my end?)
All the players in the house thats makin' scratch, say
(Bitch, it ain't goin' down like that)
All my players in the house thats makin' scratch, say
(Bitch, it ain't goin' down like that)
God gave me the talent, so why not use it
Fuck what ya heard, I gotta do it like I'm used to it
[Chorus x5: DJ Quik on talkbox]
Do it - do it, do it, do it
(I gotta do it like I'm used to it)
Do it - do it, do it, do it
{"I'm a veteran, boy"}
[Hi-C]
Uhh, yeah (coochie coochie, ahhhhh)
Yeah, hahaha (coochie coochie, ahhhhh)
This what I've been waitin on
Uhh, yeah (coochie coochie, ahhhhh)
Drive a grown many crazy (coochie coochie, ahhhhh)
Yeah, uhh
[Verse One]
Aw shit, come and show Crawf what you workin with
Booty bouncin with some big fat titties
Held up, I gots to hit this
Baby girl thicker than grandma grits
Jump in the lake and swim for that fish
Most of 'em mesmerized by my wrist
When I step in the club, blingin like this
While the bass pumpin the tweeters hits
Hit to the ear tryin to work my twist
Hey homey, watch this!
Hey hey, boo what's up wit'cho friend?
(I don't know, nigga what's up with some ends?)
What? Wait a minute, hold up
Told you before, I pays for no butt
I don't give a fuck if the pussy had platinum and gold in it
Don't pay to stick my pole in it
I'm cool with that
Don't want shit to do with that
I'ma throw you on the couch and make you scream ouch
when I hump and I pump yo' puddy cat
Told you before, y'all hoes gon' mind
Hi-C, Quik, we back on the grind
Stompin through the hood like Frankenstein
Look at this bitch with her nasty grind
[Chorus x2]
We ain't playin no mo', I want some (coochie coochie, ahhhhh)
What'chu thinkin we can in here for, I need some (coochie coochie, ahhhhh)
[Verse Two]
Most girls just wanna be loved
By a ballin-ass nigga on dubs
To wine her and dine her and - give 'em hugs
To get they ass up out that club
When you slide up and down that pole
You got a brother like me on swoll
Upside down, fast and slow
You got my homies screamin ho
Let that monkey out of that cage
Got 'em all throwin dollars on the stage
Shake that ass and she get paid
How you think she bought that Escalade?
Ask the bitch you gotta man, she said no
Make my own dough, what I need one fo'?
All I wanna do is see dollars on the flo'
I'ma do it like a +Destiny+ ho, "Independent"
While I pull, press and bend it
I bounce, pushin 'em in it
She wobbled, twerkin spinnin
Aww shit, wait a minute
Look what you done to me
Girl you're a lil' too young for me
Boo don't mess around and let Crawf get one off
That's it, I'm goin to sleep, see ya
Wouldn't wanna be ya, baby
Bend them blocks and, pay me
You know how many times, your boy done heard
What'chu doin, that's my lady? Huh?
That's what she tellin you, man ain't what she said to me
Boy your girl so cold she givin out blows had me holla like Steve Harvey
HEY! HO! AH! Had to hit it with the whole damn thang
I'm a one man gang when I'm runnin train it's like bang, bang, bang
Did it so hard the apartment shook
Neighbors came by, I was scared to look
All is I know is them drawers got took
Quik, hit 'em with the hook - ah!
[Chorus]
[Diamonique]
What'chu thinkin baby? Uh-uh, okay, what?
Yeah nigga I know, what you want
Cause yeah nigga I've got, what you need
So proceed young boy, bring your toys
I'ma make you scream so come bring the noise
And if you don't do that, show me the cash
And if you don't do that I'ma give you the ass
The hottest oochie coochie
Even bitches wanna do me, do me
I ain't lyin I'm qualified and pure
A freaky nasty lil' momma what'chu came in lookin fo'
And if that's what it is, show me the Benz
And if that's what it is bring ya fine girlfriend
I'ma break her off too while she throat to the dude
Then we turn it around, we gon' both do you
Hoochie coochie, that's what you lookin fo'
We could do it anywhere, even on the kitchen flo'
I don't care I don't care you could even at your home
I say - you want it I do too baby!
[VERSE 1: Hi-C]
Bullshit, that's the title of this shit
And when you hear bullshit, you say that shit hit
Now quit, don't try to fuck with this
I just drunk some gin, I gotta take a piss
Mmh... Ahh... what a relief
All up in a girl I just released my beef
I keep huffin and puffin until I come
Yo bitch, give up the pussy and don't play (dumb)
For your body you know I been cravin
The last couple of weeks my lunch money I been savin
To get your ass in a motel
My dick is steady poundin and you're the scale
So weigh me, wait, I'm about to strip
Take off them clothes, so I can rip
That coochie, I know you wanna give it to me
But hey hoe, don't try and do me
I'm cool and patiently I been waitin
Skanless stuck-up bitches, them's the ones I be hatin
And when it's time to get a dick-pack
They always come with that shitty act
(I'm sorry Hi-C, we can't go out tonight)
Fuck that shit, y'all make a nigga wanna fight
So hey what's up, it's gon' be like that?
I ain't gon' ask you no more, I'm about to jack
Now take off your clothes and lay down flat
Cause that big fat pussy I got to crack
She took off her jeans, body lookin real pretty
I made a mistake when I asked to see the titties
She ripped off her bra, didn't have no fear
That shit was slappin, clappin, flappin like elephant ears
I said "Damn" they big as fuck
A little bit too big for Hi-C to suck
So I thought for a minute without makin a sound
It'd take at least ten minutes for me to wrestle 'em down
Threw back on her bra, tied it up in a knot
Slapped her on the padlock and said, "Now let me see your cock"
She said, "Ah-a, stop boy, that's enough, I quit"
Now how would you feel if I just slapped you, bitch?
I'm hittin harder than a bullet, my rhymes don't quit
I'm Hi-C, hoe, so stop poppin that bullshit
(Come on y'all, say it
Bullshit)
Yeah
(Yeah
Bullshit)
Y'all niggaz thought I was sellin out
(Louder
Bullshit
Everybody
Say it
Bullshit
Yeah
Bullshit)
Keep slingin that funky shit
(Bullshit)
How we do
(Bulllshit
Yeah)
[VERSE 2: Hi-C]
The bullshti I write is the ultimate
Not the counterfeit, but the legit shit
Now trip, I'm the writer of this script
It'll make ya hop because it's so damn hip
Bullshit is like a thief, it'll run from your ass
It's sort of like diarrhea, just splishedy-splash
Bullshit is bad, it'll rough you up
Like a bitch with the drips it'll fuck you up
But then again it's tasty like beef
Like a bitch suckin your dick without no teeth
Feel good, now don't you want that feelin?
Big bullshit, that's the stuff that I'm dealin
When I'm bullshittin, here's what I do
Roll up a fat joint, grab a 40 or two
Crack open a bottle and get to down that shit
I turn on the TV, watch some nasty flicks
Now when you bullshit you're not similar to Crawf
You're locked up in the bathroom jackin off
With a goddamn nasty book inside your hand
That bullshit is for the average man
The men I know, hey, they like to fuck
Like to lick on some titties or get they dick sucked
That type of shit goes on in life
Where you bust a couple fo kids go get you a wife
I'm the hip-hop hazard Hi-C
And I will never quit, that's just the itsy-bit
Of the bullshit
Yeah
You know how I'm doin it
Y'all niggaz can't fade this
Haha
Steady rollin with the punches
You know what I'm sayin?
(Oh Hi-C, oh, your music be bumpin, boy
You got it going on
I know you're makin money now
With your cute self
Ahm, just let me know what you want me to do for you?)
[VERSE 3: Hi-C]
I want you to fuck me and suck me and never stop lickin
(Ah-a, I ain't finna do all that) Nah, I'm just bullshittin
Cause deep down I really love ya
Hey girl, I ain't lyin, I put that on ( ? )
Now what I say might sound like drag
But I hope this bullshit don't make you mad
I know I promised you some money for you to fix your nails
But it always seem like we goin to the motel
But hey baby, I can handle this
All my homeboys say I'm so muthafuckin skanless
That it's a goddamn shame
And young girls shouldn't be allowed to mention my name
So what, I don't care, I don't give a fuck
Cause when it comes to pussy I just line 'em up
I fuck one, then I say who's next
Hi-C get mo' pussy than a goddamn Kotex
A Rough Rider when I'm fuckin a hoe
I drop my dick like Macho Man dropped the elbow
There's no age limit that I fuck
But I prefer you to be 13 on up
I been servin bullshit, now have you got your share?
Quik, tell me was it funky? (Aw, fuck yeah)
Yeah
Haha
And we just bullshittin
Y'all niggaz know
Cause I'm takin over
Tony-A in the house
Yeah-yeah
We doin it
And the beat goes on
Haha
That old gangster shit
All the niggaz in my neighborhood
Y'all niggaz stay up
I ain't forgot about y'all
Yeah, all the homies
We gon' flow on
Born in Louisiana, nigga, raised in Compton
Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
[Hi-C (female)]
Yup (big girls need love too)
Yup, yup, yup
Where you at, where you at, where you at?
Yeah (big girls need love too)
Yeah, here we go momma
Good God damn! Girl you done did it
Your ass sittin out and I'm bouts to come get it
Baby sportin a 9, look how she fit it
The lil' itty bitty petite, I ain't with it
C'mon girl quit it, I know your name thicky-thick
You got your boy sicky-sick, can I get a quickie-quick?
Oooh shit! That's a whole lotta love
No disrespect, but I'd rather buy you clothes than grub
You stand out in a crowd
With a ass like that you can't help but fart loud
So be proud, momma shake that shit
Don't feel intimidated by that boney lil' bitch
I order #3 with a super-sized Sprite
And I guarantee ya, man the girl'd get busy all night
You warm in the winter, you shade in the summer
All I'm sayin is can I have your phone #? Damn!
[Chorus]
Before you start to run your mouth and don't know what you talkin 'bout
Man you need to check it out (big girls need love too)
All I'm sayin is can I have your phone #? Damn!
You sweet as a honeybun, some of them are coochie sprung
You can have a lot of fun (big girls need love too)
[Hi-C]
Now let me kick it to the facts, hold up, stop the track
Some of y'all say you're thick, but your ass really fat
{*donkey noise*} And man I ain't with that
Imagine 300 pounds sittin on your boy lap
It's gon' be kinda hard for me to show you bed drills
Make you get up off yo' lazy ass and hit the treadmill
We can't do nothin 'til you lose about 50
I creep late at night and hit ya ass with a quickie
Lose 50 mo' I might take ya to the sto'
Lose 50 mo' then ya fine ass get to go
So chill with the Twix, Skittles and the Starburst
Cause before I hit you now I have to hit the bar first
Ha, I got a juicy booty fetish
And I'll run through that ass just like Jermone Bettis
Put her butt to the wall and her back won't touch it
Every thong she try on look like she gon' bust it
[Chorus]
Before you start to run your mouth and don't know what you talkin 'bout
Man you need to check it out (big girls need love too)
Every thong she try on look like she gon' bust it
I love it when you back it up, and you get to actin up
Girl you have me crackin up (big girls need love too)
[female voice]
Hey.. hey.. hey, hey, hey
Hey.. hey.. hey, hey, hey, hey
[Hi-C]
Catch you at the spot, shakin the fart box
The way she p-pop'll make your jaw drop
A cute lil' freak, got jokes like Monique
The kind that, lay on your leg and make your foot fall asleep
She built, for the more bounce, heavy duty
And thick, where it all counts, heavy booty
So all you lil' mommas braggin 'bout your gym passes
You need to slow down 'fore you flatten out your asses
I ain't tryin to work, with no little {?} cutter
I tell you what I know, not what I heard my brother
She beg for the thang thang, baby please
She wanna get on top but I, can't breathe
And I won't stop now so we, keep goin
She heave, I'm hoin, we in the boat rowin
I cain't do nuttin but try to hang on
Big momma where you at? Come get your bang on
[Chorus]
Before you start to run your mouth and don't know what you talkin 'bout
Man you need to check it out (big girls need love too)
Thicky thick where you at, come get your bang on
If you shaped like a earthquake, and hook up a good steak
Baby that's really great (big girls need love too)
[Hi-C]
Bang, nigga
Hi-C's in the muthafuckin house
Check this shit out
We gon' get 2 Skanless on this muthafuckin track
I got all my homeboys in the house
Tony-A's in the muthafuckin house
See y'all check this ol' Skanless shit out
We gon' go a little bit somethin like this
Hey yo homies, step to em
Do em
[VERSE 1: DJ Quik]
Yo, it won't take long
For us to make a song
That you can sing along to
So bring along a few
Of your hoeish friends so I can watch 'em all squabble
Over who can suck the ick-doble
Even though your lovin just takes me out
Why I wanna kiss you with my nut in your mouth?
I'll fuck you in between your jaws of course
And that's the reason your voice got hoarse
Cause niggaz like us tag-team on tour
You say you're 19, hoe? Yeah, sure
And ain't no bitch that I met had a boyfrined
Lyin and they steady tryin to get in
Backstage the hooker couldn't get a fuckin pass
Went up to my homie C and showed a lotta ass
And now she's in the dressing room lookin dumb
Fuck it, help me bust a nut before the break comes
[VERSE 2: AMG]
It ain't nothin but a bucket full of cash and ass galore
Riches from the bitches and hoes from the shows
AMG, the king of 40oz swing
Makin money with my ding-a-ling
And big dick for the tricks that buy my jam
How about a little wham-bam thank you ma'am?
I can give you champagne, dick and a bad name
When you play the role of a dick fiend
You know what I mean?
In my Lettermore AMG runs the penis store
Buy three dicks for a dollar
It make you holler, it make you swallow
You gotta have dick control to be a 304
Cause pussy ain't nothin but a hole
And most bitches ain't nothin but hoes
So what I'm gonna do right here on this tip
Is bust that Skanless shit
[KK]
Yeah, doin the shit like it should be done
Slingin the shit like it should be slung
KK's in the muthafuckin house
Lil' Frog's in the muthafuckin house
Yo, check this shit out, homies
I want y'all to step to em
Won't y'all run up on the mic
Yo, kick that shit like this
[VERSE 3: KK]
A nigga that's too kinda crazy to fuck with
Bring on the punk shit, you might get dealt with
Cause I'm a skank takin all bank
Ain't got no time for a bitch when she stank
You better watch moms, she lookin kinda proper
Ain't up in that ass, I'ma straight have to drop her
And if yo pops wanna join in a glitch
I punk him for his belt and whip him like a bitch
Oh yeah, it's a nigga like me
A fool KK fuckin up your family
Sittin on your porch with your grandma Bell
I'm waitin for that check to pop up in the mail
I wanna fuck your sis, that ass gettin fat
She might be 15, but she 21-stacked
You mad on a fuck? The pussy ain't no bigger
See, you can still be my homie to a Skanless ass nigga
[VERSE 4: Lil' Frog]
I'm the F-r-o to the g, Lil' Frog
Pass me the 40, I'ma do it like a dog
Cause I'm tired of the punk-ass suckers
I said Compton, some niggaz said fuck us
But you know that shit ain't gon' work
Come to my hood and get rushed to the dirt
In the streets some fools are quick to let loose a cap
Niggaz with guns don't scrap
Now watch your so-called friends, they'll get atcha
They'll get jealous and jack ya
They can't fade me, gee, cause I'll cross em
Tear they ass up and toss em
Fuck a pimp and a player, that's old
Most bitches like cars and gold
So when I'm comin in a Caddy like a big daddy
Boss hog, bow down to the Frog
[VERSE 5: Hi-C]
One time for the nine and the deuce
Right now I'm 'bout to get real loose
Cause Hi-C's in the muthafuckin house
Turnin this shit on out
Just a little bit better than the last time
So sucker, get ready for another rhyme
And niggaz get offa my dick
As I kick a little somethin like this
Once again it's the Crawf, the C-r-a-w-f
Now I'ma take a big, deep breath
Let's see..
Which happy hooker wanna mess with me
Ehm - mirror mirror, on the wall
Who is the Skanless of them all?
The mirror said, "Hi-C take no falls
Because he got a big, fat dick and balls
Maybe one day I might meet my match
Jump in some coochie and never come baaaaaaack
Cause I got girls that's deep
Dive in a pussy, drownin six feet
Now how your parents gon' tell me I need to quit
Talkin that Skanless shit
Last time I bust a nut on your little baby's head, nigga
