The Game - Quiks Groove lyrics

[The Game] You see I wake up in the morning Grab my blunt and pull my dick up out this b**h mouth (yeah da dat) I'm feelin like makin this b**h iron my clothes or somethin Multitaskin, cookin breakfast, makin a n***a wanna smack that a** See I met this b**h on Crenshaw, she told me give her a ride I said, "If I do that you gotta give me head while Ray Charles drive" Cause I ain't, for, the trickin, no I ain't I'm with my main b**h and my side b**h, I'm feelin like Saddam They had the bomb - and if her baby daddy trippin f** that n***a, I'll push that n***a hairline back like he LeBron Make a n***a disappear like J-Kwon Body found by the Swans, n***a missin both of his arms I ain't playin, I'm with the rat-tat-tat-tat Shoot a n***a, if he do or don't die he never comin back Now it's one, two, buckle my shoe Padded leather Giuseppes n***a, watch what the f** I do It's the P (P) I (I) R to the U (U) And I put that on my momma, I'ma ride for you baby boo ... Yay yay I said I put that on my momma, I'ma ride for you baby boo [Chorus: Micah] + (Sevyn Streeter) Uh, I hope you givin head today Cause I just wanna put this dick all in you - so I can bust a nut! Baby we gon' celebrate (celebration) You bring all your girls and I'ma bring my crew Let me be the one (the one you, take home at the end of the night babe) Let me be the one (only, want ya, to myself babe) Let me be the one (but you know, I'm always open to suggestions) I said let me be the one (down for, you, should never be a question babe) To blow your miiiiiiind baby (away, away - ohhh, my time) To blow your miiiiiiind (away, away - ohhh, my time) Don't waste my tiiiiiime, baby (don't waste my time - my time) I'll blow your miiiiiind (blow your mind) [DJ Quik] Yeah, Quik is the name, with The Game It's a goddamn shame n***az can't see that we to blame For puttin Compton to flames, ignite it up, haters knotted up When you trip, with canker sores in your whip That's what I do, to protect my party My goons snatch you out by your Ed Hardy Then it's back to shawty, all the ladies drink free All the players grab a tab, that's how that's supposed to be Drinkin Casamigos, f**in faster than Grand National Regals I'm in it in the p**y doin kegals I'm so Fred Segal right now, she's so spread eagle right now Ain't nothin but the clothes goin down I'm in the game and the fire's the same My music is infinite like even before my fame (forever) I wrote about a thousand 16-bar verses And I'm still comin off like this my first hit (huh) [Chorus] [The Game] Now DJ Quik got a b**h from the Bay Say she wanna f** his lil' homie, got her sippin on that Alize You ever had yo' dick s**ed to Mausberg befo' and had a Mossberg pump leanin on the front do'? Treat my dick like a newborn, hold the head I told a b**h pimpin ain't dead, hoes are scared So stop that bickerin I got a b**h from the Nickersons that got a f**in bounty on my head Uh-oh [DJ Quik] I'm rhymin with Chuck Taylor too, he doin somethin new Somethin more comfortable for you to just bang your sh** to So lady go on and work those hips Like them inmates work those divs and when I get there baby work yo' lips If it don't make dollars don't holler It's DJ Quik in any year Impala And if it don't make sense then don't flinch What you hear from a bull that don't chew no gra**? No sh** [Chorus] [Outro] s**ing on my dick She's a bad bad girl Uh, h-hold on, hold on baby Your head hit the bu*ton, girl We on the li- Z-Boy Fro, yo man are we live? We still live, huh? Damn girl, don't stop though Hit you off with something brand new A Travis Barker produced joint, believe it or not Hold on, let me hit this bu*ton