Fandango Lyrics - B-real

You might find me in the Century Club 

Fresh kicks, fresh cut, pocket full of dubs 

Box of Altoids for my paranoid niggas actin' foul 

Stop smokin' if you can't be proud 

Adult star night, not another bar fight 

Inglewood players actin' right in the spotlight 

Me I'm righter than invisible set 

I'm visibly wet, slurrin' and I'm lookin' for my pet 

I pass to the massa with her whip on her, ask her 

If she sippin' wit'cha bird, if she not we move past her 

And I ain't hatin' I'm just diggin' ya ass girl 

Is that the collagen shot, is that what'cha momma got? 

I'm so rugged, bullet wound in back 

of the axe handle blunt force trauma kinda tuggin' 

And I ain't never been what the cat drug on 

B-Real Quik's to keep ya mean muggin' 

California clownin', bounce to sundown 

In the moonlight groovin', trippin' off the saloon fight 

We Fandango, the next day hangover 

got me feelin' like I hit a train with my Range Rover 

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[Chorus:] 

Feel free to lose your mind, let'cha brain go 

Fuck the tango do the Fandango 

Triple step, right left, then you let'cha dame go 

Spin around 'til you get a hangover 

Take your doo rag off, let your brain grow 

Fuck the tango do the Fandango 

Triple step, right left, then you let'cha man go 

Spin around 'til you get a hangover 

Watch me climb out the whip with the bird on my hip 

She wanna set it off in the club, don't trip 

We crack a bottle and all my fam take a sip 

Any haters wanna pop at the lip, we come equipped 

We get the paper and the savor the flavor 

but never forget about the haters who constantly imitate us 

Homey we creators and players and rhyme sayers 

for layers of words, let me say it in terms that you can understand 

So clearly, you feelin' me fam? 

She's on the floor cause of my homey Quik man 

And she hits the mall but you don't really understand 

Yeah I seen it before but now it's gettin' out of hand 

Mami's diggin' for more, and she's posin' for the cam 

Little beef got the dance floor slammed 

No tango, straight Fandango 

Birds flock to us like heads to Kangols, c'mon 

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[Chorus] 

Feel free to lose your mind, let'cha brain go 

Fuck the tango do the Fandango 

Triple step, right left, then you let'cha dame go 

Spin around 'til you get a hangover 

Take your doo rag off, let your brain grow 

Fuck the tango do the Fandango 

Triple step, right left, then you let'cha man go 

Spin around 'til you get a hangover 

I'm a master in disguise, movin' swiftly to the thighs 

Move faster than me, then I recognize 

That I ain't really got nothin' to hide 

But the bratwurst skinny girl second, fat girls first 

And Compton is still on my mind 

I remember when we used to get scared when they got behind us 

One-time sayin' they been tryin' to find us 

But they got the wrong niggas, never mind us 

My tongue tumbles like I'm bumblebee stung 

Rip out the stinger, you keep talkin' shit I whip out the ringer 

How many times does it have to end 

right before 12: 00 A.M., why you packin' a Slim Jim? 

I gets down on the mic like I rode down on a bike 

Road rash, skin peelin' tonight 

The club ain't never crackin' 'til the haters be gone 

We need to build the eliminator hater light, and put it on 'em 

[Chorus] 

Feel free to lose your mind, let'cha brain go 

Fuck the tango do the Fandango 

Triple step, right left, then you let'cha dame go 

Spin around 'til you get a hangover 

Take your doo rag off, let your brain grow 

Fuck the tango do the Fandango 

Triple step, right left, then you let'cha man go 

Spin around 'til you get a hangover