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Ghetto Rendezvous

DJ Quik

The Book of David

52

Rap

Tekst piosenki
[Intro] Rendezvous, I guess it's time for another Aww look 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 [Verse] You prolly mad cause you can't eat off me no more Don't wanna hear you crying 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 Just like that nigga that's on thin ice [Hook] I hate you so much it just shows I hate you more than Michael hated Joe And your son looks like a fucking Al-Qaeda I'mma call him Whop Daddy cause his chin to the side 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 baking a loaf of bread down between your cheeks You stanky little rodent, yeah bitch, you molded You'll never see your brother, that's why your love carroded Emphysema all in him You can't hold nobody, there ain't no toxins in your venom You just a grand momma in denim Looking for some little kids to put some shit up in them [Hook] The problem is you ain't have no fucking loyalty And the only thing you wanted was my royalties You stole a car and a bike from me Looking 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 little clarity pays You got the boot Now I'm chipping like Frito Lays Rest in peace to my niece, Elise When she was lying in state, she had a grin on her mouthpiece Now what that tell you about you You disturb to the curb, and it's better without you [Hook] Fat boy know you really been dumming 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 and 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 fucking on your sister's daughter That some incestual shit, get the holy water Compton Alumni, a-no go Nigga you really Pasa Robles Upstate in Y.A. Without your homeboys Cheeking each other butts making no noise [Hook] If I bought you equipment and you sold it, that's on you Help you get into a home and lose it, that's on you You niggas acting like babies You feeling entitled to another man's money, that's crazy More like insane, schizophrenia Struggles with love and money and happiness you get plenty of While I'm staying fly like laguardia I'm a guardian, I'm the auditor I'm the flyiest mc that you ever heard On the Norman microphone, motherfucker that's word Now give me the mic and let me be heard Cause I be quitting surely, I am the shep-herd Now what you know about my lyrics and style I got a Clicquot backwash, fly spit, we wild [Hook]
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