DJ Quik Lyrics

DJ Quik Lyrics

"Birdz N tha Beez Lyrics"

VICTORIA Lyrics
It was bad, called obscene And the rich were so mean Stately homes for the Lords Golden lawns, village green Victoria was my queen Victoria, Victoria, Victoria I was born, lucky me In the land that I love Though I'm poor, I am free When I go I shall fight For this land I willl die Let her sun never set on Victoria, Victoria, Victoria

[Verse 1: DJ Quik]
I don’t really give a fuck what you think
I only really give a fuck what you drink
I’m a bar-tender, car spender, a dick lender, cash spender, ass bender
A ass spender
Get it crackin like a bar throw in here
A whorehouse, got these bitches walkin naked through out the whole house
What the fuck U think my life is about?
Bitches hatin
What the fuck U think that butter knife was about?
Bitches hatin
Tell what the fuck this nigga’s dick is about
Do he just be talkin’ shit? No I doubt
He got years of clout
Like reballin credit line on a Mastercard
Drived it right between the pussy then I bash the broad
Then I took it for a minute
As I punch through my code
Tehn I waited for the pearls come out
Loan put on hold, Bankrupt
I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry Lyrics
Hear that lonesome whippoorwill he sounds too blue to fly The midnight train is whining low I'm so lonesome I could cry I've never seen a night so long when time goes crawling by The moon just went behind a cloud to hide its face and cry [ piano ] Did you ever see a robin weep when leaves began to die That means he's lost the will to live I'm so lonesome I could cry The silence of a fallin
, get ya stank stunk
Frontin like Pooh bear, I opened up ya cock & hollered sayin
“Who there?” (Nobody, what?)
That’s nice, little buggers done grew up the be the size of rice
So I jumped back & grabbed for my coller
Her pussy appreciated the pennies on the dollar
Now what the fuck
If U want the dick get the fuck up
And stop actin like an old tampon, stuck up
Give me somethin to get my step on
Then trek on, what up
I’ll make you bust nuts till I nut up

(Chorus 2X)
The birdz and the beez
All the forties
Not with consume, drink up become roomed
…The fuck up in the room with the door locked (Door locked!)
Wake up, divorce the bitch, leave’er lookin’ for some more cock (More cock!)

[Verse 2: Hi-C]
We ride, sweet cock,
Beat The Devil Lyrics
Beat the devil down... Born again, hallelujah (x2) I beat the devil I beat the devil and I beat him down (x4) Praise the Lord, hallelujah (x2) I beat the devil I beat the devil and I beat him down (x4) (some spoken words...) I beat the devil I beat the devil and I beat him down (x4) Down... Down... Down...
uicy boo
Like Crips and Pirus, shit, we goin do
I fell in the club and hit the dance floor
Yo’ boy got mad cause I dipped with his ho
Baby had my tootise, returnin’ slow
She was sick got me lookin’ for Pepto Bismol
Chips stackin, jaws smackin, dolla droppa
Dice shake ya money makin, dolla poppa
Home wreckin, ho checkin, dick is slow
Bring me back, cognac from the liquor store
Bet cha didn’t know that yo ho is a freak
Every week she got something’ up in the jaw meat
And I ain’t policy
Spit it out
U goin zip my zipper before we get it out
They wanna be touched by the untouchable click
Don’t hate, participate, y’all sing that shit

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: AMG]
When I bump on this trouble
What I’m sipppin’ on make it a do
Ready Steady Go! Lyrics
Got my heart set on destruction, going to plant a bomb inside my mind Filled with passion, hope and resistance, take it to the streets this time Going to steal the language of power, the power of these words are ours No rhetorical blackmail to make us convey that, baby, theres no other way Got my heart set on destruction of the more Bakuninesque kind Tear it down to built something new up, work m
uble
When I’m wit who, think I’d a hustle
More money and muscle
Shake the hooker like a trick up
Leatehr’n’wood three up off to the good
When I’m dippin I’m jacky
When I’m a flippin I’m saggie
When I’m high I’m a fly guy in the khakis
Big dick of the day, better ran the man
When I put in floss mode lookin’ for hands
U scrap gone bad
Ho wishin ya had
Knack it up in the pad
Dick suck and I’m glad
Neva knew what a ho was
Checkin yo buzz
While I’m sittin in a first class digit in the ass
Nigga, you done lost ya playa pass (strip nigga)
3 of 4 niggas been ran upon that ass
Scratch up on the gas of the S5 double
Like when I said when I bump on this trouble
Can I … (oooooh)

[Chorus Till Fade]