and they mate don't mix Have you caught up in some serious bullshit [Chorus: C-Loc] You know your girl wanna fuck your dogg, right? Yeah nigga, your girl wanna
nigga knew the truth he'd hit the roof Just heard ya baby's mama was smoked out, fuck the drama Wanna break my Loc out, smokin blunts Gettin drunk off
be duped and jerked Cause the fuckin record label don't love ya, pal They didn't love ya on the street and don't love ya now They're out to make an end
immortal, and that?s the reason I murder you Focus on my hocus pocus and make a likkle magic After I wreck and check ya, then ya best pick a better habit
spendin dudes C-notes I'm in the crib givin niggaz deep throat Tonight Lil' Kim gon' have you in the zone Girls, call ya crib, I'm answerin the phone Guys wanna
outside nigga grab ya sweater and that bad bitch you fuckin' with nigga she get ya set up Boy you done put all ya trust in that hoe didn't ya see what
you I'm true People say Warren where'd you get that speech in the sandy city right down by the beach speak, dont speak on, if you wanna speak on if you wanna get yo groove on, LOC
shoppin' spendin' dudes C-notes I'm in the crib givin niggas deep throats Tonight lil' Kim gon' have you in the zone Girls, call ya crib, I'm answerin' the phone Guys wanna
that's the reason I murder you Focus on my hocus pocus and make a likkle magic After I wreck and check ya, then ya best pick a better habit 'Cause I'm
[W.C.] Uh, dat's riir, niir! Back once again, it's Dub C: the shadiest Introducing ya'll to the newest members of my clique: Young Shane, wit Young Hogs
you up now picture this you this nigga all on stage lookin ragidy takin mine i say no words i play it cool then intoduce tech n9ne and if you niggas wanna
[W.C.] Uh, dat's riir, niir! Back once again, it's Dub C: the shadiest Introducing ya'll to the newest members of my clique: Young Shane, wit Young
clown so pump up the sound In the jeep make the old ladies say Oh, my God wait it's the nigga ya love to hate Fuck you Ice Cube Yeah, c'mon fool It's
again, you know 'bout to drop this soul playa shit on y'all You know, nothin' but that realness, can ya feel this though? Yeah, gonna ride wit' ya nigga
knew the truth he'd hit the roof Just heard ya baby's mama was smoked out, fuck the drama Wanna break my Loc out, smokin' blunts Gettin' drunk off that
i got a mini bar, oh my god you outta see my truck, got a stripper pole in it make the h*es wanna f*ck, why wouldnt ya wanna step ya game up, and roll
lotta model bitches then me nigga Me and Don in a drop and this pearl With jewels so sick make niggaz wanna hurl Do it look like I care that's your girl
in Redondo so the quarterback calls cause he wanna get naked "beep beep beep" disconnected I'll tell ya son, just because you can bench press don't put ya
