Dj Quik - P.S. Phuk U 2 lyrics

[Eazy-E] This is Eazy motherf**in' E, coming to you direct from the Penthouse And we chillin' in this motherf**er Yo Playa, spit [Playa Hamm] Break yourself hoes, you're in the presence of his Mackness Ruthless/Priority is back with another platinum package For the s**ers who didn't think we was coming just like this Kiss my a** and watch a troop straight freak your b**h And get a ho back with a mack smooth controlling the mind And the body, be giving up the p**y a party See busta-a** n***as getting paid, but it ain't sh** though Yeah you punk motherf**ers doing low but yo Witness a mack with strong back attack with no pity Getting fat off your b**h's titty Los Angeles Players of the Penthouse are worldwide Run but you can't hide, check your girl I'm sure to slide Run up and between and get a ho cause she's been asking for Don't disrespect us, ??? she'll come back for more Never underestimate the power of a young troop Checking a fat grip and ain't on no head trip With s**ers on the nut sack hanging from the hairs And b**hes on the dick like my BVD underwear For a freak ain't jocking for any reason, so what? I'm a still hit some guts, get a nut, and a some cuts, s*ut [Eazy-E] If you do nothing, say nothing, you'll never be nothing And there's a s**er born every motherf**in' minute Yo Quik, kick that sh** [DJ Quik] Now the s**ers take a licking like a Timex Cause I'm a troop and I'm rolling like a Rolex And I'm your host with the most, Mr. Quik, Eazy-E (And the P-E-N-T-H-O-U-S-E) with something bumping for your stereo But s**er-a** n***as don't hear me though But funky is the pa**word to make them fear me, though Cause I'm platinum-bound with that west coast sound And if you want to get down I got 17 rounds Claiming you peel caps, n***a I pull naps Of the next of the saps with that wack-a** cap Like these South Bronx n***as, starving like rats With songs more corny than Yo! MTV Raps How would you figure that a n***a like the Quik would show you slack? I'd rather put a f**ing shank in your back Cause I'm the type of n***a that'll f** your moms at gunpoint Off of Genuine Draft and a bud joint So if you're looking in The Source magazine and don't see me It's cause the f**ing East Coast is the enemy But I got something that'll serve you right Nighty night motherf**ers (gunshot), sleep tight [Eazy-E] Here comes another Penthouse Player, stepping on toes Tweed Cadillac out for the money, the mic, and the hoes Fade 'em my skinhead n***a [Tweed] Now I'm a wolf in sharp clothing and pose and be chosen I'll rock the mic, the stage, the party, and the hoes and Rolling s**ers up in a zag like a spliff Smoking 'em, like a new pimp cigarette It's been said that I'm a get f**ed Or get f**ed standing straight up It's something bout your face, make me want to slap it Something bout your eye, make me want to black it Call me "Earl Shibe," I'll dip you alive Spraypaint your posse for $99.95 The track stainless, the record of Tweed Don't confuse me, for your b**h or your homey Yeah I'm talking sh**, only God can k** me Your rhymes don't thrill me, s** my sweet dick, Willy Yo, Larry Parker, where's my 3 million? I want a bus in ninet deuce fill in The P the P the C, pimp or die low Shake it up baby, it's coming back dope I ain't from Compton, I dwell in Los Angeles Heart of California, land of the scandalous [Eazy-E] Now there you have it, Penthouse, true motherf**in' players Kicking that pimp sh** for '92 And if you don't like it, f** you