[DJ Quik Talking]
Momma
I know you said that you wanted a record you could listen to

With no cussing and %#@!
I tried
But I still gotta do this


[Verse 1]
Yo

Jingle jingle
We've go the lingo
With so much heat it's hard for us to pick the first single

It don't matter cuz I'm underground anyway
Rich balling, (*##$ call and fly any day
You dirty ^!$$%s y'all too whack to dance

Y'all need to ease up off that now before y'all splint y'all pants
And leave that up to my ^!$$%s, young fly ^!$$%s
Getting down you and I ^!$$%s dont try ^!$$%s

I changed my mind I don't want your (*##$
Cuz sorry $$# women just don't get rich
You could keep her

I'd rather have a fifi bag because it's cheaper
You can't come up for NL
I gets deeper

And my hold is so cold, it's a sleeper
So pass the reafer
And to you false balling ^!$$%s just grab your crotches

But if you paid ^!$$% pat your pockets

[Hook]

And for sure
You've got yours
I've got mine's and we're balling

So call up everybody
Let's pitch in ona party for sure
[x2]


[Verse 2]
Alright

Somebody play the potato
Let's take a ballad
On who gonna invite the hoes that make the party valid

Cuz we don't need a whole crib full of dudes again
And here come the police with them big black boots again
Kicking ^!$$%s out

Hand cuffing and stuffing they banging jacky chicken in they mouth
And time to shine pitching a fit
Cuz somebody rolled her bud in a heeny blunt and won't pass the %#@!

Who keeps turning the lights on?
Why the music keep skipping?
And why these dirty khaki ^!$$%s tripping?

I don't know I'm Quik and I'm still delighted
500 dollars worth of white star
About to hide it

Cuz y'all ain't drinking mine up
You better drink that anj and palmason and the rest of that wine up
You party haters need to stop it

I think we really about to pat your pockets

[Hook]

[x2]

[Verse 3]

Hey baby
My girlfriend left me today
So which one of you old ragedy $$# (*##$es wanna come in here and play?

That's what my homie told and try to cop the cancun
Then I caught him in there hunching in my downstairs bathroom
And in the kitchen and up in there on the dancefloor

By the big screen t.v. where your pants go?
Some of you ^!$$%s I swear
I try to throw y'all a ragedy $$# party

And y'all don't even care
Cigarette burns in my plush
Empty beer bottles in the brush

And my (*##$ acting like a lush
Boy what else could go wrong?
Somebody kick the extension cord out
[Music stops, DJ Quik talking]
Move!

Y'all gotta be some of the clumsiest mutha$#&@as
[Music starts up again]
To the sounds, now some
Y'all done $#&@ed up
Get out, get on

Speed up ^!$$%
Get up, take your weed on
Ya ^!$$%, the drunk ^!$$% said it
Your pockets, that's where I'm sending
K go


[Hook]
[x4]