Lyrics:
Yo, this is DJ Quik
Takin' a second out with Tha Dogg
Pound to let y'all know somethin'
If you're lookin' in the Source
Mag and don't see me
It's
Love
Love
Love
Love according to my perception was Supposed to wine and dine me
It was supposed to buy me nice gifts and Take me out on expensive
remorse
Roses of course, with the curse
Evil is the source
Here's your fucking jacket, the pocket knife is jagged
Touch me again, I'll bash your head in
Come on! Come on! Uh!
That's right, Nonpoint, Darwin's, Grimm in the house, lemme hear that shit
Na'mean? Uh! Bout to slay those fuckin tracks
Here
You broke my heart and said don't blame me
You’ve been acting shady, so help me
Help me out
I make it sound like l'm so crazy
I'm losing myself, baby
to remember
Whip her like she a sinner
Nah i aint no beginner
Bet I last when I'm in her
Got her tongue by my zipper
In here cruising like Penelope
All about
out, she bring back two
Tell them to bash, she bring back three, Twitter in my pocket, P-I-N-P, holla
P-I-N-P
catastrophe yeah
I said now baby baby don't cry
Baby baby here's why
Love is here standin' by
Love is here standin' by
You trusted him and gave him your love
[On the CB.]
Breaker, one-nine, this here's the Duck again. You got a copy on me Pig Pen, c'mon? Ah, negatory, Pig Pen, there ain't no way out 'cept
scar, baby
Said I've been goin' through somethin' different, it's not a heartache
You got emojis, by my name, none of em' heart shape
You try to tell me
hunter
I let the fuckin' dogs out and
They're breeding in big numbers
It sorta' irks citizen exes
And vexes check collectors
Hexed by the flex of a messy
by line, chapter after chapter
Like a pimp on the street, I got a rap ta
those who chose to oppose, friend or foes I still dispose
Blow em out like
was thrown in the bad publicity
Flashback to the time with my Zac Efron styled-hair
I was held back by this fat-assed bitch who's crying (Wait!)
That
Cry baby, cry
Die baby, die
Eenie meenie miney moe
Catch a fascist by his toe
If he hollers bash his head
Is The only good Fascist
One that's
and stash I think that's my disorder
No baby bash these bottles full of codeine mixed with soda
She said show yo ass I jump into my bag and damn near floated
music ain't art and the other half is retarded
I'm getting dumber by the day I keep on hearing this garbage
It's kind'a hard to look out and see all these
Once upon a time I fucking thought I had everything
But it turns out that I never had anything
I wasn't living life I was ready to die
Only living
going back to using again
I said wait first try this hallucinogen
Its better then heroin and booze and gin
Come here lets go in here
Who's in the den?
Oooh, you a smut
You out here cuffing, I'm tryna beat up some guts
I say oooh, bitch, get nasty
She throw her weave on now she tryna be fancy, like
versus then send 'em out Fed Ex, fast service
Yeah, them fake duels
Any real niggas baby make moves
Pay dues, bitches who relate rock shoes yo
Damn,
out here gettin' cuter (woo)
All these social networks and computers
Got these pussies walkin' 'round like they ain't losers (losers)
I told you
I'm with steppers bout' to crash out
Damn I almost fucked your bitch, but she ain't got no ass now
Slimed you out in public nigga who you gonna bash
my kids
Then duck out and retire
(yeah)
Mmhm, yeah
World gonna end in fire n ice
But I'm too flashy, I'm too nice
If baby want it she just say
a playa by nature, but I'm a hustla by trade
You need to roll with Baby Bash in the Escalade
We big tippers, syrup sippers, bird flippers
I'm the one
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