Dj Quik - John Doe lyrics

* from the forthcoming "Informal Introduction" {*scratching*} [Verse: Shade Sheist] Yo, it ain't nothin' new (ain't nothin'), just a change in the name Sheist done came and changed the game unexplained Ways for days show you how to wait for your pay Cause when Shade f** up your sales, all your checks delay And now n***as mad cause Shade can pull up in a Jag Hands free, chaperone all gettin' the door And I ain't even interested in stealing your who*e So why these n***as actin like they wanna marry the floor? Like they ain't seen me breeze past all the gaurds at the door Like I'm just wearin' this jacket to be hot I flash the juice card, man this sh** ain't hard And It's the same thing at the same spot What's my name? [Chorus] (2x) [Vocoder Box:]It's John Doe [DJ Quik:] 4-5's spittin' up outta the [Vocoder Box:]Four Door [DJ Quik:] No return fire cause they [Vocoder Box:]Too slow {*gunshots*} [DJ Quik:] What's the dilly? [Vocoder Box:] Cause we k** for a living [DJ Quik:] We k** for a livin' [Verse: Shade Sheist] They wanna know why I keep it so simple I see that they just don't get it like my Nextel signal Sheist on some other sh**, Centinella gutter sh** Cards on the table, you can hit me or split And see now I f**ed around and got Quik on the sh** So just imagine how many hips break when they dip And all the excessive paper cuts from counting the grip And how my legs hurt from humpin' back and forth in the whip At only 35, coverage is a b**h on a six And I ain't even got my first plaque yet (plaque yet) Sheist, will still run circles over n***as who want it And we ain't even gotta make the bets yet n***a what's my name? [Chorus] (2x) [Verse: Hi-C] Throat-choke a hoe, Big Giggolo Pimp the world, handcuff your hoe Twurk your girl, when I step into the atmosphere n***as strapped wit fear, uh! Is he is what I said he is and all When I pimp b**hes all dick and balls Shade Sheist nothin' nice, new to the game Get your money homie, b**h what's my name? [Verse: AMG] Hey-hey! we gon' hit these n***as where it hurt (uh) Put the worm in your mouth like a perch (uh) When I'm cum boo you gon' need a cert Bust one, jump in the Monte Carlo and skirt (skirt!) Give em naps, give 'em dap, then I holla holla back "Hey n***a where you goin'?" Boo I'm checkin' my traps Yall n***as done sh**ted and stepped back in it I'll f** a n***a up all I need is five minutes [Verse: Swift] Swift, and I pimp hoes like it's a gift I got game so you know I'm "The Answer" like Allen I Got your whole style shook like 'Quilles or Kobe Bry' While money multiply you haters ask why No you can't stop the pimpin' the pimpin' is too fly Runnin' game on yo wife while you out flossin' your ride But she said, "if you ain't busy, or close in the vicinity Stop on by and come get the thighs." [Chorus] [Chorus] [Vocoder Box:]It's John Doe [DJ Quik:] 4-5's spittin' up outta the [Vocoder Box:]Four Door [DJ Quik:] No return fire cause they [Vocoder Box:]Too slow {*gunshots*} [DJ Quik:] What's the dilly? [Vocoder Box:] Cause we k** for a living [DJ Quik:] And we hungry n***a {*gunshots*}