I'm not yo one-hit wonder(hell naw)
And when you see me on the streets in a black Jeep
Know i got the heat up under
Not up under my seat but under my cheek
Like so close to me when i move it squeaks
I aint no big buff dude i'm a rap singer
I exercize one muscle that's my strap finger
And i can't call it how i see it no more
Cuz these niggas will take your words back and twist em like a pretzel
And these bitches be the same too
Comin with that sob story crocodile tears tryin to gang you
And that's exactly what the game do
And if you ever get caught dirty wit a nigga she gon' blame you
So what in the hell you wanna floss her for?
It's supposed to be bout what a baller nigga cost that hoe
You givin the game a black eye in ya S-5
While you niggas kick back poppin X you let that cuz dry
And that bitch supposed to carry her own car note
And don't be goin for that shit "i got a sore throat "
Give that bitch a couple surcrets
Or give that hoe that application down on Vernon to that duplex
Chorus(AMG)
When i bumpin is trouble
Niggas gettin big money on the double
Fast lane,champagne, rubber to burn
Gettin rich bitch is the only concern
When i bumpin is trouble
Niggas gettin big money on the double
Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn
Gettin rich bitch is the only concern
The only concern
(AMG)
Bitch you can't fuck can't suck but you want a nigga with a million bucks
A 5 double 0 and Rover truck in the mall ripper till I know they stuck
Want to tell your friends that you fucked with A
But how many dicks did you suck today?
Do we play ball? do we move that weight?
All i got for a muthafuckin hoe is hate
Bitch want to get drunk and high
Point that booty all to the sky
Square ass bitch go bake a pie
Get a tatto of a dick in ya eye
Wanna be fly call Continental bitch
Then Benz aint a rental
Sippin on shit that you can't pronounce
Hoe quit starin at my bank account
Chorus
When i bumpin is trouble
Niggas gettin big money on the double
Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn
Gettin rich bitch it's the only concern
(DJ Quik)
I'm the bomb bitch,I'm seizing
P the reason you know
Cuz pimpin'll have you see me wit a bad ass hoe
Legendary my name secondary you came
And you wont see me stop makin hits till i walk wit a cane
Still 5'11" six feet wit shoes
Compton OG nigga givin niggas the blues
Etched in stone, makin yo bitch fetch the bone
I'm callin the cops punk muthafuckas catch the phone
Walkie talkie, the 2way and all of the above
Nightstick up yo ass till we all see blood
Fuck it, i'm a cop too (what?)
I'm a cop me a kilo of yay
And try to get it crackin like it's '82
With Monte Carlos and European firms cop them El Co's on that gold lace
Dippin' round the whole place(whole place)
Fuck a six pack nigga cop the whole case(whole case)
And when them marks come nigga crack they whole face
The way my glock cock keep a niggas full got him spittin like that pitcher
From the KC Royals
Socked the P.D. haters RIP
Very sincerely yours
Quik nigga peace
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