Dj Quik - Birdz N tha Beez lyrics

[Verse 1: DJ Quik] I don't really give a f** what you think I only really give a f** what you drink I'm a bar-tender, car spender, a dick lender, cash spender, a** bender A a** spender Get it crackin like a bar throw in here A who*ehouse, got these b**hes walkin naked through out the whole house What the f** U think my life is about? b**hes hatin What the f** U think that bu*ter knife was about? b**hes hatin Tell what the f** this n***a's dick is about Do he just be talkin' sh**? No I doubt He got years of clout Like reballin credit line on a Mastercard Drived it right between the p**y then I bash the broad Then I took it for a minute As I punch through my code Tehn I waited for the pearls come out Loan put on hold, Bankrupt, get ya stank stunk Frontin like Pooh bear, I opened up ya co*k & hollered sayin "Who there?" (Nobody, what?) That's nice, little buggers done grew up the be the size of rice So I jumped back & grabbed for my coller Her p**y appreciated the pennies on the dollar Now what the f** If U want the dick get the f** up And stop actin like an old tampon, stuck up Give me somethin to get my step on Then trek on, what up I'll make you bust nuts till I nut up (Chorus 2X) The birdz and the beez All the forties Not with consume, drink up become roomed ...The f** up in the room with the door locked (Door locked!) Wake up, divorce the b**h, leave'er lookin' for some more co*k (More co*k!) [Verse 2: Hi-C] We ride, sweet co*k, juicy boo Like Crips and Pirus, sh**, we goin do I fell in the club and hit the dance floor Yo' boy got mad cause I dipped with his ho Baby had my tootise, returnin' slow She was sick got me lookin' for Pepto Bismol Chips stackin, jaws smackin, dolla droppa Dice shake ya money makin, dolla poppa Home wreckin, ho checkin, dick is slow Bring me back, cognac from the liquor store Bet cha didn't know that yo ho is a freak Every week she got something' up in the jaw meat And I ain't policy Spit it out U goin zip my zipper before we get it out They wanna be touched by the untouchable click Don't hate, participate, y'all sing that sh** [Chorus] [Verse 3: AMG] When I bump on this trouble What I'm sipppin' on make it a double When I'm wit who, think I'd a hustle More money and muscle Shake the hooker like a trick up Leatehr'n'wood three up off to the good When I'm dippin I'm jacky When I'm a flippin I'm saggie When I'm high I'm a fly guy in the khakis Big dick of the day, better ran the man When I put in floss mode lookin' for hands U scrap gone bad Ho wishin ya had Knack it up in the pad Dick s** and I'm glad Neva knew what a ho was Checkin yo buzz While I'm sittin in a first cla** digit in the a** n***a, you done lost ya playa pa** (strip n***a) 3 of 4 n***as been ran upon that a** Scratch up on the gas of the S5 double Like when I said when I bump on this trouble Can I ... (oooooh) [Chorus Till Fade]