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DJ Quik
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We Came 2 Play
作詞:David Blake, Jason Lewis
Ay, can you say gangsta shit, gangsta shit Say gangsta shit, gangsta shit Can you say gangsta shit, gangsta shit Say gangsta shit, I ain't sayin' no mo'
We 'bout to step up and move on We 'bout to step up and move on, ya We 'bout to step up and move on, come on We 'bout to step up
Now, I still be knockin' bitches like it ain't shit, it ain't shit 'Cus I'm dynamic high program it and makin' hit Whetha I'm in Da Da jeans or crape silk slacks Flyest be the reason that my shit cracks 'Cus when I'm on the beats, I'm fuckin' all y'all up, all y'all up The I get up on the mic and scoop up all your mutts, all ya mutts
I make my dainty Bitches wanna shake y'all butts, shake y'all butts And you make you ballin' Niggas wanna grab your Lux Hangin' and bangin' niggas that bring the heat for real And if you ain't gotta make a chip for my beats, no deal
'Cus I negotiate everything with no fuss, fuss Spend 20 Gs on my record, it's gold plus Fucking every competitor on the stage up Then I come to your city to get laid up Give it everything I got, to stay paid up And if you feelin' a nigga then say what
As we move toward the light With broads on our right, broads on our right And haters to the left we part the way, we part the way Put aside our prestige, prestige We're really M A D, lit up From the cage to the stage, we come to play AMG let um know
With mo' bounce than a ball Me and Q see-saw Dick a slip, I clown hoes wit a, hee-hah Relax, the Rolls is real, cardiac tank, platinum and steel I was up in the club, now, I'm up in the hill Had quarters, lucky that we put in a bill
Cream de la cream, who you with baby girl, him? Up your ass in the rag jag come to the gym I ain't wit chu fo' love 'Cos if it was'nt me, you probably be calling me a scrub But you like the marble tubs, and the marble flows 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 You's a copper bitch, tryin' to be a platinum hoe
Head to toes and don't nobody wear no Jabose No mo', take that shit back Baby have a six pack I cant even say no mo', where my dick at?
As we move toward the light With broads on our right, broads on our right And haters to the left we part the way, we part the way Put aside our prestige, prestige We're really M A D, we lit up From the cage to the stage we come to play, we come to play
Ay, We been doin' this shit since we was little boys So don't even trip us, nigga, do your own shit
Gettin' down for the crown ain't a puzzle for me And you bitch niggas can't put a muzzle on me 'Cos when I'm gone on a rocket and a grape juice I make the world rock when I let a tape lose
They say ghetto niggas is desperate and we shiztee But I turn down every celebrity bitch I see Shopping game with my nigga Mr. AMG And pop a games in a coochie if its F A T, fo sho
Treys, zeros, cuatro, I got you, lady friends With new Mercedes men, what? All 5 double os Watch these pretty toe, hoes get liquefied, nut up Mystified, shut up, dick get slide, if I memorize, hey
I'ma play you foeva, wood and the leatha Me and DJ Q, me and AMG and the rest of the crew And its plain to see, we make Gs like guarantee We make Gs like guarantee, bitch
As we move toward the light With broads on our right, with broads on our right And haters to the left we part the way, we part the way Put aside our prestige, oh yeah, we're really M A D, we lit up From the cage to the stage, Quik and AMG, we come to play We come to play and play well
We come to play How you gon' play with out us, baby? We do our thing 10 years in the game And ain't nothing change Q, tell them how we feel, nigga
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