Ladies And Thugz Lyrics - Dj Quik

feat. Wyclef Jean 

Let's go Quik 

I wanna, punch them niggaz sayin gold don't rock 

And I wanna, rape that bitch that told a lie on 'Pac 

I wanna right some wrongs before I put my coast on lock 

So when you see the glock bastard don't you go into shock 

If the hood hates me I'll buy your enemies guns 

and have 'em clappin on you shermheads, takin your funds 

Scarin you motherfuckers to death, give you the runs 

You better nice up, before you leak and warm the ice up 

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I wanna murder the sniper that shot at Martin Luther King 

Then get rid of the Viagra cause I'm strictly ginseng 

Campaign in the hood if you want progress 

Take all the gangs, put 'em up in Congress 

Quik is so quick, listen to the ba-bum ba-bum 

Brooklyn Zoo, California, with guns the size of 

elephant trunk, trunk trunks, ladies shake your hump hump 

Get your "Flashlight" cause we crunk like P-Funk 

Ladies - I know you feel me 

If you up in the party let me see you shake your body 

like you got no bones and you tipsy off the Henny 

Thugs - easy with the slugs tonight 

I'm tryin to meet my wife tonight, make love tonight 

You don't wanna see yo' body on ice, right 

Photos 

Now if I snapped, it was just a matter of time 

before I turned into the Mad Hatter, splatter your bladder 

On the morning after, you can't refute the disaster 

Cause body parts get musty in plaster (ew) 

Don't try to call a truce cause I'm still comin after you 

I don't like your kids but I'ma spare 'em; maybe later 

add 'em to my harem, and share 'em with the niggaz you like the least 

That still got it out for yo' ass when you swiped the piece 

Yo, ever since "The Score" Quik these rappers just bored 

So I ain't rap no more; I wrote songs for 

Whitney Houston you could catch me with Santana 

Bandana on tour, DipSet'n like Santana 

We don't sell like we used to sell? 

That's cause they live in America, we get worldwide sales 

I'm on tour half of the year, you can't see me cuz 

And your career gon' be as long as Britney's wedding was, ya heard? 

California, knows how to party 

when I land in the L-A-X 

Quik picked me up, four freaks in a stretch 

Big California chronic, me nah smoke sess 

But it's all buddha bless from the East and the West 

Throw up yo' set, I don't say this often 

But we gotta keep the peace, too many in a coffin 

Pour some liquor for my cousins out in Compton 

I'm not a kingpin, I'm just a wing man 

Strapped to the teeth with a blunt, and a green can 

A-B-C-D-E-F no G 

Hennessy and Olde E, we run so deep 

86 your concubine, he's just an old creep 

You're so weak nigga and your hoes is so cheap nigga 

You can't even get a prop on your own street 

I'm at the Lake Park and Meridian if you wanna speak