Текст песни Dj Quik - I Dont Wanna Party Wit U | Слова песни Dj Quik - I Dont Wanna Party Wit U | Тексты песен Dj Quik

Артист:

I Dont Wanna Party Wit U

Данные: текст песни / слова песни

Жанры : hip-hop g-funk rap west coast west coast rap

Видео: Dj Quik - I Dont Wanna Party Wit U

Get back before I get raised, get lower

Do some extreme shit, keep from bein bored

Now its double up, hoes come a nickel a dozen

They get hot and get fucked and dont remember from buzzin

Thats why you dont see me, I aint at the club

Im chillin with my homies in the city of hugs

Because they need me more than that hoe (that hoe), the big fat hoe

Tryna get every ballin nigga in the saddle

Lap dance, fat chance, hot pants, you the man

Now a days you cant tell, watch the crotch, it might swell

You needs a pap smear

You need to know if you got an std,

Some little critters in ya trap dear

Get on, me and my homies is indivisible

And dont floss money, it looks better when its invisible

We get props from wall street to yall street

If ya missed it, I stay consistant, we got heat

C-p-t style, o-g me style, the d-j q-u-i-k with no c style

In yo town, dont trip nigga, it goes down

And when you see me in all blue, you gon frown

But Im rigid the ghetto, Im rigid with rap

Money or respect bitch, Id rather have the digits than dat

So give me the hats, do you want the meat or the scraps?

Put heat on my naps and ima hell look sweet on my lap

cause its the same thang tryna kill the gang bang

Set examples for the kids, on how to maintain

Never be a lame brain

Yall aint gotta feel the same pain

That put a nigga like me on the mainframe

Bow down, back up nigga, Im hot now

And dont try to resuscitate me when Im shot down

Just call my homie theo on the radio

And let him know his little homie quiksta had to go

Because gangsta, gangsta, thats what they yellin

But niggas do dirt, get caught, and start tellin

Talkin to you gs with no heart

We was throwin and runnin from bullets

Before gangsta rappin was an art

Nigga (nigga), so dont test ya bullet-proof vest

cause real niggas do real thangs up under stress

Thats from the c-p-t, young g with heart, too

Oh we still party, but now its part ii

And

(hook)

(I dont wanna party wit you)

Hell naw

cause bitch you scary

You 20 years old, with 3 kids, 7 tattoos,

Youre bald but your legs are hairy

(I dont wanna party wit you)

Hmm, hell naw

You need to put some lotion on

cause ya skin is peelin around them bullet wounds on ya back

Youre fat plus youre abortion-prone

Id rather be a young exec, than the puppet on the other end

Danglin by a neuce on his neck

They cant handle me, cause Im where the --- be

And underground nigga on erickston, now there is the family

That ima roll wit, take control wit

Have a ball, break bread, and share the store wit

Even though Im thirsty for money in the worst way

I aint go cry if I dont go platinum on the first day

Watch me, get my hustle on with the friendly competition

Yall got papers but I got the latest tradition

A hundred-thousand dollars a truck, is what I crack

And if you aint got that, keep wishin

And to you bitch-ass niggas in the maze

Comin at a player with --- ways

Keep lickin on that other sound

And stay north of the 105 hip hop heads, cause this is underground

Right by the water, cant do right by ya daughter

But look at all the shit that I done bought her

See lyrics aint nothin if the beat aint crackin

And these beats smackin, thats why the gs keep stackin, nigga

(hook)

(I dont wanna party wit you)

Hell naw

cause nigga yous a scuffla

Your braids is dingy, your clothes aint got no creases

And your lips look like you sucked a muffler

(I dont wanna party wit you)

Hell naw

cause bitch you didnt know me when you was fine as wine and thick

Now you sick from smokin that shit, youre broke and plus youre boney

W-e-s-t, c-o-a-s-t, thats where the hydroponic with no seeds be

So dont trip when you see me on the tv, or my cd

And my eyes are really r-e-d

See the --- is free (shh shh shh), pardon me for bein speaky

Switchin on yall that wanna jeek me

What makes you even try that way?

Yeah I might be fly, but I dont fly that way

Hmm, even on a gallon a sisco I could never go disco

Dude I aint from frisco

And to these bitches, yall trippin, we aint layin wit yall

Just because we say we wanna fuck, we playin wit yall

This is entertainment, we tryna make us some change

We aint impressed by what you got up under your hanes

Bitch thats yo trap, and thats yo sap

Let me spit the cap while she sit in yo lap

Homie, dont you know me

Jealous-ass niggas wanna flow me (why)

Just because yo woman wanna blow me

On the strength I give that hoe a tittie-toy

cause Im the only ugly nigga gettin away with bein pretty boy

(hook)

(I dont wanna party wit you)

Hmm, hell naw

Now this is how the sporty bounce

We stay away from you broke-ass niggas

Always beggin and aint got a dime on the 40 oz

(I dont wanna party wit you)

Hmm, hell naw

cause hoe you toe-back, with that ol long ass roll

And ya stockin smellin like avon and that horse want his fro back

(I dont wanna party wit you)

Hmm, hell naw

And nigga I cant stand ya

And I aint got nothin but some advice,

A map, a bar of soap, some water and a towel to hand ya

(I dont wanna party wit you)

Hmm, hell naw

Now ima be real wit it

All my fuckin life I aint never wanted fame

But since the shit done came I gotta deal wit it

(I dont wanna party wit you)

Ya know, but ima do it like my homie say

Check it, I dont give a fuck about fame

Id rather deal with the money, yall can have the name

Im out

Yeah

Похожие исполнители: