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