Total Auto-DJ Quik

Total Auto

歌手:DJ Quik

时间:2005-12-06

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Total Auto - DJ Quik

Now now love and money do not mix

Pope John paul ii rest in peace

That was a good dude

He took a bullet

And didn't even complain

I've been closer

To death than pallbearers

Mutual disrespect is

The sum of all terrorsi'm smarter than

Maxwell you'll get 86'd

And 99 is not a problem she's my b**ch

Baby mama named s she got a foul scent

Get swiss cheese like 50 but she won't get a

Cent

I'm sayin' different sh*t

That you niggas ain't used to

The sh*t you can f**k smoke

And drink your juice to

In south cali from watts up to the valleys

I'm a manhattan a lot shoppin' in the alley

And I didn't really get the props a player deserves

'Cause I'm a country talkin' city boy

With balls and nerves

Who swerves in a sports car two seats no friend

Two feet on the gas pedal burn the whole street

Police line up mugshot with a jheri curlbad since the

'80s f**kin' all the ladies

Sometimes bareback sometimes with a rubber

And my dick still works I'm a lucky motherf**ker

Let the top down shut the shop down

Pull up to them stupids

That hate you and just clown

All the way around hit the block on three tires

You ain't gon' be here

That long n***a so set a fire

Roll that blunt up put that gun up

Party like you dyin'

And you tryin' to get done up

One last time every night 'til the sun up

If livin' keeps you livin' have

A drink keep the fun up

'Cause life is shorter

Than a nipple on a midget

So I'd rather be mackin' shorties gettin' a smidgin'

And pimpin' I was helpin' niggas like it ain't sh*t

Now that a player want his money back these niggas wanna split

But you dirty niggas is cursed you under a spelli

Could give more of these tapes away than suga free sells

What the hell that's dirty water under the bridge

I just hope the pimp

Ain't out here havin' ugly kids

I forgive you dirty niggas yeah f**k what you did

You wasn't sh*t to begin with that's what I'll end with

I got this other homie I'mma call him napoleon

A born loser f**kin' groupies all in the colon

I can't give you nothin' 'cause you lie like a perm

And you ain't black you be passin' for the tequila worm

And donzelly ru a true piru

Can't nobody f**k yo' baby mamma like he do

Bootlegged all eyez on me before it came out

Then lip socked you in yo' head all yo' b**ch came out

Niggas wanted you stuck jack tried to warn me

You wasn't my homie you was only out to harm me

You wanna preach god sellin' w**d on the side

You just a has been gangsta hitchin' a ride you bum

I ain't name droppin' just for keepin' the hustlin' poppin'

I ain't ass kissin' and I ain't on a crash mission

I just ain't 'bout bein' burnt chillin' on the oceans current

Keepin' away from niggas who say they down but really weren't

The only n***a in my family with talent

I'm a prince and I'm d**e 'cause I'm funky and wallant

Gallant meanin' I like b**ches and like f**kin' with fashion

Lookin' for jeans with pockets deep enough for my cash man

I'm legendary I ain't bitin' I empathise

Nothin' I can despise more then a hater faggots die

I do what I wanna do you do what I

Want you to

Now beat it n***a before

I give you what's comin' to you

I want what's coming to me

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