Dj Quik - Doin' Too Much lyrics

[Snoop Dogg] *inhales* Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo Quik check this out dog You know mothaf**ers be doin way way too mothaf**in much You know? That's real Just like baby right here, she doin too much Now if that n***a next to you got a rented car And he actin like it's his but you know it's not Say he doin too much, yeah n***a you doin too much And if that stuck-up b**h got the bar posted-up She actin like that hair's hers but you know what's up Say she doin too much, yeah baby you doin too much I gave my kinfolk the keys to my Suburb I told em "Hit the side and slide and get the herb" But guess who's callin, Pipedream Patty Made that n***a park my whoride beside the alley Forget about that n***a though (f** that n***a) f** that n***a yo But I can't forget about him cuz he taught me everything I know Oh no Joe, walkin down the wrong lane Tootin on that c**aine, f**in wit that wrong thang n***as like that (what), get things like they want it (damn) Then fake the funk, doggonnit Now loc, look at this predicament You smoked out and can't be trusted, I can't kick it wit n***as like you, used to be in my crew Goddamn, they don't make n***as like they used to I remember Marley Marl and the Juice Crew That's probably why I keep a tight grip on my deuce-deuce Now if you're doin for your family and you can't stand it Cuz you know these mothaf**ers tryin take advantage Say they doin too much, yeah n***a you doin too much And if your kinfolk broke and he smoke dope And he need to catch a mothaf**in different stroke Say he doin too much, yeah Joey you doin too much We parlay, parlay everyday DPG style We might throw a pool party every once in a while Now in fact we gon' do one this weekend Let's see how many hoes me and my n***a Rose can weed in I believe in, sharin the co*k Also, I believe in comparin the co*k Look, don't knock a n***a like me (why?) Cuz she love the way I just beat up the p**y Not just knee deep, she was totally deep When she went down on me She blew a n***a socks off, got a n***a rocks off Ooh wee, baby you's a freak Put my homey up on game like a gangsta But my homey fell in love and he banked her Ain't that a trip? Now we in a twist Back in the county wit the red ribbon on his wrist Now when a n***a hit his girl and she don't hit back And he get his third strike wit no get back Say he doin too much, yeah homey you doin too much And when the homey in the pen, doin a sin And his girlfriend f**in wit his best friend Say she doin too much, hell yeah she doin too much I'm livin up in the hills, wine sippin wit mills I'm havin major type of paper, I ain't trippin off bills (still) Show me some respect and accept my coolness And don't mistake my kindness to mean I'm foolish Use this as a warning, cuz I'm startin To figure it's some n***as think I'm soft as Charmin Pardon me, cuz I ain't mad when you get bent But I hate when fools mistake me for U.S. ?spray? Friends and family, gettin after me like repo Eat, smoke, choke then want me to throw em a c-note You doin too much when you clutchin on my touch-tone Callin strays over n***a leadin months gone Conversate for fo' hours, wastin mo' power And only get to hit a cold shower You fakin like you're makin more moves than Simpson But frontin, pushin bu*tons, doin nuttin but sin And when a n***a on yo' phone, runnin up yo' bill Tryin to tell some hoodrat b**h how he feel You know he doin too much, yeah n***a you doin too much And when your baby momma cryin bout she need some milk And you heard some other n***a did been at her tilt You know she doin too much, yeah baby you doin too much That's real