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
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
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 happened
, Creme Dela Creme, Kings Blend Us Verses Them, Cannabis Cup, No Doubt We Win, D double dash L Long O C, I'm from O. C. I still can't see when the smoke
can say what you wanna say Just don't get in my way 'cause I'm a mean old Fiend know, C know and P know, see loc' We make music for the thugs and the
necesary Chains and eyeglasses with diamonds And his girl know that I'm indispensable I killed ya bitch, now I know I'm visible C'mon! [chorus: Spider Loc
shoppin 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
