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