You find me in the Century Club Fresh kicks, fresh cut, pocket of dubs Box of Altoids for my paranoid niggaz foul smokin' if you can't be proud
Adult star night, not another bar Inglewood actin' right in the spotlight Me, I'm righter than set I'm visibly wet, and I'm lookin' for my pet
I pass to the massa her whip on her, ask her If she sippin' wit'cha bird, if she not we past her And I ain't hatin', I'm diggin' ya ass, girl Is the collagen shot, is that what'cha momma got?
I'm so rugged, bullet wound in Of the axe handle force trauma kinda tuggin' And I ain't never what the cat drug in Be real, Quik's to keep ya mean
clownin', bounce to sundown In the moonlight groovin', off the saloon fight We fandango, the day hangover Got me feelin' like I hit a train with my Rover
Feel to lose your mind, let your brain go Fuck the tango, do the Triple step, right left, then you let dame go Spin around you get a hangover
Take your doo rag off, let your grow the tango, do the fandango Triple step, left, then you let your man go Spin 'til you get a hangover
Watch me climb out the whip the bird on my hip She wanna set it off in the club, don't We a bottle and all my fam take a sip Any haters pop at the lip, we come equipped
We get the paper and the the flavor But never forget about the haters who imitate us Homey, we and players and rhyme sayers For of words, let me say it in terms that you can understand
So clearly, you feelin', me, She's on the floor of my homey, Quik man And she hits the mall but you really understand Yeah, I seen it before but now gettin' out of hand
Mommy's for more and she's posin' for the cam Little beef got the dance floor No tango, fandango flock to us like heads to Kangols, c'mon
Feel to lose your mind, let your brain go Fuck the tango, do the Triple step, right left, then you let your go Spin around you get a hangover
Take doo rag off, let your brain grow Fuck the tango, do the Triple step, left, then you let your man go Spin around 'til you get a
I'm a master in disguise, movin' to the thighs Move faster me, then I recognize That I ain't really got nuttin' to But the bratwurst skinny second, fat girls first
And Compton is on my mind I remember when we used to get when they got behind us One-time they been tryin' to find us But they got the niggaz, never mind us
My tumbles like I'm bumblebee stung Rip out the stinger, you keep talkin' shit I whip out the How many times does it have to end right 12:00 a.m? Why you packin' a Slim
I gets down on the mic like I rode down on a Road rash, peelin' tonight The club ain't crackin' 'til the haters be gone We to build the eliminator hater light and put it on 'em
Feel free to lose mind, let your brain go Fuck the tango, do the step, right left, then you let your dame go Spin around 'til you get a
your doo rag off, let your brain grow Fuck the tango, do the step, right left, then you let your man go Spin 'til you get a hangover