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DJ QUIK lyrics : "Birdz & Da Beez"

(feat. AMG, Hi-C)

[DJ Quik]

I don't really give a $#&@ what you think
I only really give a $#&@ what you drink
I'm a bartender, car spender, a dick lender

A cash spender, $$# bender, I'm $$# in
Let's get it crackin like a brothel in here; a !@^% house
Got these (*##$es walkin nekkid throughout the whole house

What the $#&@ you think my life is about? (*##$es hatin
What you think that butter knife is about? (*##$es hatin
To see what this ^!$$%'s dick is about

Do he be just talking %#@!? No I doubt
He got years of clout
Like a rebound on a credit line on a Master Card

Swiped it right between her #~!!@, then I bashed the bone
Then I juke it for a minute as I punched in my code
Then I waited for the pearls to come out, low and behold

Bankrupt cus ya stank stunk, frontin like a pooh bear
I opened up ya @@#! and hollered then, "Who there?"
"Nobody just us lice" That's nice

Little buggers, done grew up to be the size the rice
So I jumped back shocked and grabbed for my colla
Her #~!!@ depreciated to pennies on a dolla

Now what the $#&@? If you want the dick get the $#&@ up
And stop actin like a old tampon; stuck up
Give me something to put my stamp on the tramp gone, "What up?"

I make ya bust nuts till ya nut up

[Chorus x2]

The Birdz and Da Beez are the four things that we consume
Drink up become room
Then $#&@ up in the room with the door locked

Wake up Divorced looking for some more @@#!

[Hi-C]

Shabity wee-rock sweet @@#!, juicy boo
Like Crips and Piru, %#@!, we gone do
I fell into the club and hit the dance flo

Ya boy got mad cus what I dipped with his ho
Baby girl had my tinsel returnin slow
She was sick, got me looking for Pepto-Bismol

%#@! stackin, jaw smackin, dolla dropa
Dice shakin money makin holla hoppa
Home wreckin, ho checkin dick is slow

Bring me back Cognac, from the liquor sto'
Bet you didn't know that ya ho is a freak
Every week she got something up in her jaw meat

And it aint policies, spit it out
You gone tear my zipper on me before we, get it out
They wanna be touched by the untouchable click

Don't hate participate, yo sing that %#@!

[Chorus x2]

The Birdz and Da Beez are the four things that we consume
Drink up become room
Then $#&@ up in the room with the door locked

Wake up Divorced looking for some more @@#!

[AMG]

When I bubble its trouble
What I'm sippin on make it a double
When I'm wit a ho, take her to hustle

More money ya muscle
Shake a hooker like a trick up
Leather and Wood 304 to the good

When I'm pimpin I'm jaggy
When I'm pimpin I'm saggy
When I'm high I'm a fly guy into the cat

?? the day Federan the man
When I put it on floss mode looking for ants
You a straight gone bad, ho wishin ya had

Now get up in the pad, dick suckin I'm glad
Never knew what a ho was, checkin ya buzz
When I'm sittin in first class

Take it in the $$#
^!$$% you done lost ya playa pass
Trick ^!$$%, 304 ^!$$%s been ran up in that $$#
Smashed up on the gas of the S-5 double
Like I said when I bouble its trouble

Can I hooo...

[Chorus x2]
The Birdz and Da Beez are the four things that we consume
Drink up become room

Then $#&@ up in the room with the door locked
Wake up Divorced looking for some more @@#!

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