Sucka Free Lyrics - Dj Quik

[Quik] 

Hamm, what's up, nigga! 

[Hamm] 

What's up, my brother 

Just loungin, you know 

Bout to crack this 40 ounce 

[Quik] 

Oh, look at you, lil' ol' alcoholic-ass nigga 

[Hamm] 

Well, you know I got to have it, my brother, ain't nothing changed 

You want to hit it? 

[Quik] 

Yeah, what's up? 

[Hamm] 

Hey man, you tell ME 

What's up with the album, man? 

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[Quik] 

Hey man, we tryin' finish that motherfucker, man 

And eh, I need one more song 

[Hamm] 

No shit 

[Quik] 

Yeah, I wanted to know if you wanted to bust on it? 

[Hamm] 

Oh, without a doubt, you know I'd love to 

[Quik] 

'member that shit you was busting for me over the phone 

That sucka-free shit? 

[Hamm] 

Yeah, I remember that shit 

[Quik] 

Well, won't you put that shit right about 

Here! 

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(Sucka) 

(Sucka) 

(Sucka) 

(Ha?) 

(Now a sucker raises up off of you) 

Did you miss me? 

It took a little time to get sucka-free 

But since a young g it's PPC 

Ain't no shame in the name 

And still true to the game 

Still serving suckers, just the same 

No sense, and dwelling in the past tense 

I roll with Quik, so you better check your ladies, gents 

Cause I'ma teach her how to break you, right before I break her 

After I make her, then I shake her 

Yeah, I know, you heard it all before 

But I can't deal, cause I see you're still simping for a hoe 

Claiming pimp, but you're paying for the pu' 

Silly sucker, punk motherfucker 

They only flock and jock 

Cause you're filling up they pocketbooks 

And you're still judging bitches by they looks 

When it's really all about what she can do for you 

I do for me and still see a True 

Ah-ha, really? Do you hear me, bro? 

Got your name all on your lips, but your chick trips 

Oh no, never will I lower to your level 

And I got 17 for ya, devil 

Too True to ever let a sucker like you 

Make me do something that I don't want to do 

I'm still real with it, you got's to deal with it 

I serve that ass like a clocker, I don't give a fuck 

But who you're doing, how you're doing 

Or what you do it with 

You better miss me with the dumb shit 

So when you're speaking on the Playa Hamm or my nigga Quik 

Everybody knows you're sucking on a fat dick 

It ain't nothing to nothing in your ass, so that you see clear 

Booming in your ear, so I know you hear 

Bump this in your Coupe with your R&B want to-be-me 

Trick-ass, I'm sucka-free