Skanless歌词
歌手：DJ Quik 专辑：Quik Is The Name
作词 : Barnett, Blake, Lewis ...
******* ain't nuthin' but a hole
And most ******* ain't nothing but hoes
So what I'm gonna do right here
Is kick it to the man left rear (Run that *******t)
And a one and a two and a three
And you got the ****** AMG
And a four and a five and a six
On my left hand side is DJ Quik
We got 2nd II None in the house
We got my man Hi-C in the house
And all the ******s who disapprove
Ya tryin to bust a move
You can get a ****** in ya mouth
Yo, you can't ****** wit a ******, I'm holdin my piece
I'm bailin down to 'crans with my Khakis creased
A link on my neck and a ******* on my ******, so
I put a beeper card on a ******* front window
I'm that ****** who can serve it well
Then bloody up the sheets at a raunchy motel
Yeah I'mma treat ya, 'cause I'm a feed ya
Take you to McDonald's then I leave ya
Live, via satellite on Rosecrans and Aranbe
We got my boy DJ Quik in the house
And he's gonna take you on a mission
And show you how the real jackers jack, ******
Yeah, and now I'm takin' off my belt so I can sag
I keep the 44 Mag in a duffle bag
And in the G-ride I'm rollin' in the rain
And don't let me catch you slippin' on the turning lane
I creep up to your quarter panel and I pause
Whip out the 4 up to your nose
And make you *******t your drawers
Now I don't want your money or your hoes
No, all I want is your mutha****** 'renzo's
Now, let's take a ride down to 'crans
I'm rollin with a mutha******a with doodoo in his pants
And a ****** like you can get me work
Because I know you got them birdies that don't chirp
Aww, too bad you didn't make it to your .9
So forget about your Fin-O 'cause it's mine
And to you ******s that be trippin,
Watch your trunk and don't be slippin
'Cause the Quik will take your hoopty every time,
Mtha******a
Once again it's the mutha****** D
You wanna be my *******, well you gotta pay a fee
You wanna get quoted, get your ass in the circle
We'll whoop your ass ****** 'til your eye turn purple
(Ayo, Craw...)
My name is the Craw, the C-R-A-W-F-O-R-D
The poet Hi-C
I got your fat pregnant ******* in my waterbed
And I'm about to bust a nut on your little baby's head
The *******t you be talking, I label it "caca"
Move your fat ass, and pass the vodka
Pour half a cup, fill it up with Socco
******* try and trip, you might get socked, ho
"I love you, though," that's what I'm screamin'
Just to get some *******, I'll be fiendin'
Boyfriend always talking 'bout doggystyle
Wait a while, I can do it froggystyle
(Stop that darn cussing,
My children are listening)
Eat a ******, ya *******
******* ain't nuthin' but a hole
And most ******* ain't nothing but hoes
So what I'm gonna do right here
Is kick it to the man left rear (Run that *******t)
And a one and a two and a three
And you got the ****** AMG
And a four and a five and a six
On my left hand side is DJ Quik
We got 2nd II None in the house
We got my man Hi-C in the house
And all the ******s who disapprove
Ya tryin to bust a move
You can get a ****** in ya mouth
Yo, you can't ****** wit a ******, I'm holdin my piece
I'm bailin down to 'crans with my Khakis creased
A link on my neck and a ******* on my ******, so
I put a beeper card on a ******* front window
I'm that ****** who can serve it well
Then bloody up the sheets at a raunchy motel
Yeah I'mma treat ya, 'cause I'm a feed ya
Take you to McDonald's then I leave ya
Live, via satellite on Rosecrans and Aranbe
We got my boy DJ Quik in the house
And he's gonna take you on a mission
And show you how the real jackers jack, ******
Yeah, and now I'm takin' off my belt so I can sag
I keep the 44 Mag in a duffle bag
And in the G-ride I'm rollin' in the rain
And don't let me catch you slippin' on the turning lane
I creep up to your quarter panel and I pause
Whip out the 4 up to your nose
And make you *******t your drawers
Now I don't want your money or your hoes
No, all I want is your mutha****** 'renzo's
Now, let's take a ride down to 'crans
I'm rollin with a mutha******a with doodoo in his pants
And a ****** like you can get me work
Because I know you got them birdies that don't chirp
Aww, too bad you didn't make it to your .9
So forget about your Fin-O 'cause it's mine
And to you ******s that be trippin,
Watch your trunk and don't be slippin
'Cause the Quik will take your hoopty every time,
Mtha******a
Once again it's the mutha****** D
You wanna be my *******, well you gotta pay a fee
You wanna get quoted, get your ass in the circle
We'll whoop your ass ****** 'til your eye turn purple
(Ayo, Craw...)
My name is the Craw, the C-R-A-W-F-O-R-D
The poet Hi-C
I got your fat pregnant ******* in my waterbed
And I'm about to bust a nut on your little baby's head
The *******t you be talking, I label it "caca"
Move your fat ass, and pass the vodka
Pour half a cup, fill it up with Socco
******* try and trip, you might get socked, ho
"I love you, though," that's what I'm screamin'
Just to get some *******, I'll be fiendin'
Boyfriend always talking 'bout doggystyle
Wait a while, I can do it froggystyle
(Stop that darn cussing,
My children are listening)
Eat a ******, ya *******
