Ghetto Rendezvous Lyrics - Book Of David - Dj Quik

Rendezvous, I guess it's time for another 

Aw, look at what you muthafuckas done went and did 

Y'all done pissed off 

Yeah, what up, sis? I hear you out there 

You know you done fucked up 

I'm glad y'all set it off 

You prolly mad 'cause you can't eat off me no more 

Don't wanna hear you cryin' or offer you no dough 

You tried to make my life shabby 

With the zodiac sign of the cancer, you crabby 

Plus you got away with murder twice, nice 

Just like that nigga that's on thin ice now 

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I think it's time for another ghetto rendezvous 

I hate you so much, it just shows 

I hate you more than Michael hated Joe 

And your son looks like a fuckin' Al Qaeda 

I'mma call him whop daddy 'cause his chin is to the side, yo 

Now that's the mark of the beast 

You had a Damien in 1977 to say the least 

Your house is full of mole, body full of yeast 

I bet you bakin' a loaf of bread down between your cheeks 

You stanky little rodent, yeah, bitch, you molded 

You never see your brother that's why your love's corroded 

Emphysema all in him 

You can't hurt nobody, ain't no toxins in your venom 

You just a grandmama in denim 

Looking for some little kids to put some shit up in them 

Maybe it's time for another ghetto rendezvous 

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The problem is you ain't have no fuckin' loyalty 

And the only thing you wanted was my royalties 

You stole a car and a bike from me 

Lookin' back, I was the caretaker of a dummy 

And that husband of yours, you dumb witch 

Was still a husband of hers, you stupid bitch 

You never acted your age 

You only came to embarrass me out in public for days 

That's why a little clarity pays 

You got the boot, now I'm chipping like Frito lays 

Rest in peace to my niece Delyse 

When she was lying in state, she had a grin on her mouthpiece 

Now what that tell you about you 

You disturbed to the curb and it's better without you 

I'm coming strapped to another ghetto rendezvous 

Fat boy, you know you really been dummin' 

Going over peewee house showing off your triple stomach 

With a strap in your waist 

Now what you gon' do when you see my face? I doubt it 

I'm tired of playing with you cocka roaches 

I gave you bitches life trust and you stupids broke it 

'Cause you a muthafuckin' sex offender 

Put some honey on your dick and put it in a blender 

They caught you fuckin' on your sister daughter 

That some incestuous shit, get the holy water 

Compton alumni a-no go 

Nigga, you really for passer robos 

Upstate in Y.A. with your homeboys 

Cheekin' each other butt making no noise 

I'm takin' off when I hit the ghetto rendezvous 

If I bought you equipment and you sold it, that's on you 

Helped you get into a home and you lose it, that's on you 

You niggaz acting like babies 

You feeling entitled to another man's money, that's crazy 

More like insane, schizophrenia 

Struggles with love and money, happiness you got plenty of 

While I'm staying fly like LaGuardia 

I'm a guardian, I'm the ardista 

I'm the flyest MC that you've ever heard 

On the nrmal microphone, muthafucka, that's word 

Now give me the mic and let me be heard 

'Cause I'll be quitting surely, I am the shep-erd 

Now what you know about my lyrics and style? 

I got a clico backwash, fly spit, we wild 

I think it's time for another ghetto rendezvous