D-Shot - Victor Baron lyrics

[E-40 talking] Testing, testing...testing testing Uh, Sick Wid It, Sick Wid It 707, Sick Wid It Records, Sick Wid It Click sh**, Click sh** n***a Click sh**, Click sh** n***a Click sh**, Click sh** n***a [E-40] Skit, skank, ska-dattle, made ya truck rattle Grimey on the grind, extra dark like a shadow Money on my mind, G's to stack 26 Glock nine split ya wig back I gotta pocket full of duckets You about to get off all nuggets Gutter ghetto, money by the sewer Broccoli head, lookin' kind of super Life, right, almost white She had a fresh shot, vice grip tight She said don't stop, I said alright Humongous a**, I punched the gas And my speed racer go fast, super-endurance Souped up with a kit, high-performance Gettin' scratched off the block Alpine, Foxgate, monster cables, speakers And woofers the whole doo-wop Yeah, skee-skirt eeh-skirt hop a lil' way and mo' turf Lil' mama said "Cool I like that South sh**" But I'm really off that 40 and The Click Don't you got a friend girl about the same height You know two thongs don't make a dyke Two thongs don't make my night Let's get up out of dodge Me and yo friend girlfriend...Econo Lodge [Hook: E-40] Why you bullsh**tin' you need to stop starin' As you peekin' I'm speakin' I'm seein' You need to lose what you wearin' Lil' mama you got that Victor Baron [B-Legit] Girl I'mma fool with it, hella laced up and cool with it Went to school with it, never did get to hit it Mixed weight, played for the tennis team A lil' grain we weighed upon my triple beam Full of schemes with dreams to be a boss Candy colored and bu*tered, cameras turn soft Gettin' off, my nina ross spit the venom f** b**hes at lunch with days lit em' up Start sendin' em' now I'm gettin' ends from em' Even friends of em' lines of tens of em' I'm tryin' to win something, baby can I talk to you What with you, is it mildew or barbecue She worked back, asked me how I'm gon' act You wasn't with me way back when the albums flat Remember that yeah but now it's flarin' Got me starin' baby got that Victor Baron I ain't carin' if ya boyfriend live with ya I'm out to get ya, hit ya, and take the picture Post you up on the Internet dot com Lil' baby got the bomb [Hook x2: E-40, B-Legit] Why you bullsh**tin' you need to stop starin' Is ya peekin' or speakin' I'm seein' You need to lose what ya wearin' Lil' mama you got that Victor Baron [D-Shot] I see ya creepin' but she ain't speakin' Steppin' through the club, laughin' and sneakin' But you keep puttin' yourself in the angles of the eyesight of me Now I gots to go real deep Deep, deep, deep into my game zone Cause I'm peel her and take her to my home Toss her up, toss her up with the agility of a big body Look b**h I thought you knew this was my hobby [B-Legit] You know I ran mine straight, don't f** with punk b**hes Hella vicious, tradin' stitches for the riches If it itches my left hand we gon' get it Keep her fitted, make n***as wanna hit it And when they visit pa** go and pay a fee They be thankin' me, baby keep bankin' me Kind of stankin' you know how these hoes be But this b**h got that V [E-40] V as in Victor, capri jeans fit her Have to pick her, thicker than a Q-sized n***a A church girl, used to like to read the Bible Turned out wanna f** me on her menstral cycle High-powered spit from the lungs s** dick like an ol' lady al gums Sweetheart ain't no comparin' You got that Victor Baron [Hook x2: E-40] Why you bullsh**tin' you need to stop starin' As you peekin' I'm speakin' I'm seein' You need to lose what you wearin' Lil' mama you got that Victor Baron [The Click talking] Man that Victor Baron is serious dog, ya know That sh** is so potent, know what I mean What, that bomb sh** Hey you know I was with that Vietnamese And bright skin last night right, right s** a n***a real proper like right, right sh** was way cool n***a Hey it wasn't no Victor though n***a That sh** was Victor Baron n***a Hey look here ol' boy I had an epsode the other day right I mean the b**h, I mean I stuck the sh** in right And the b**h just clamped on my sh** real tough Ya know what I'm sayin' right Then I pulled my sh** out right Next thing ya know hella rain came out her crevice an sh** That b**h had some Victor Baron Victor Baron a** p**y, oh boy oh boy I knocked the breeze on the ocean the other night Ya understand, till she slide off Had me hittin' that p**y real deep Yeah, was it Victor, it was Victor You know what I mean it was live Victor Baron man, Victor what Victor Baron man, Victor who That's smob