Ain't nothin like poppin the brains on a Corvette With your pet in the passenger seat Ass at your feet, askin if you can pass her the ****** (Faster please) California masterpiece Recorded partially in New York With a blue spark on a purple plant and I worked your aunt (She loved it) primarily under the circumstance Don't be mad, I was bad, she was better, sweaty palms But I bet her and she told your moms and wrote a letter Now they comin back to get off of the curb because I swerved on her (beat it ******!) I ain't never been ******t, that's what my mommy said Now they callin to check to see if I took the gun from under my bed She don't trust me, I don't trust me, my psychiatrist don't trust me And I ain't called 'em back, I hope the cops don't come and bust me I'm feelin lusty and my purple video tape is trusty But I can't go to sleep with lotion on because I might get musty I ride motorcycles and crash 'em on purpose into a crowd of bystanders so my insurance policy won't be worthless [Chorus] Now quit that ****** ******t, we gon' ****** you up mayne We gon' ****** you up mayne, now get the ****** outta Dodge It ain't gon' work mayne, we gon' ****** you up mayne We gon' ****** you up mayne, don't make me pull the pump out the garage And posse up mayne, we gon' ****** you up mayne We gon' ****** you up mayne, you must be high on that sherm But you gon' learn mayne, we gon' ****** you up mayne We gon' ****** you up - WE GON' FU CK YOU UP! [DJ Quik] Bridget Bridget Bridget was a girl that I knew But she's a dumb hoe, and baldheaded like DJ Pooh Her saggy body tried to crash the party like Mobb Deep With her elephant feet I got a whole lot to say but it won't come out Probably because I got this 38 in my mouth And I'm pissed, I'm 'bout to nut up, ****** you ****** shut up Like Mau******erg, I'll leave your chest burnin on the curb Hennessy to XO, crashed in the Lex-o I make the bridge flex 'til these ****** ******z let go And I'm upset because I'm all alone Homies don't play by the rules, ****** 'em then I'm glad they gone Pluck 'em out the flowerpot, flush and make they shower hot Blister and scour, I'm pistol-whippin with power, make 'em holla like chicks Out in L.A. ain't nuttin good to talk about Except dead homies, and how in '82 we had all the money That's Freeway Rick and that C.I.A. ******t 22 years later, it's just some ol' player hater ******t How many gangs can kill people under the age of 12 Get snitched on and go to jail, for another 22 years And who gets recognized for pouring out the beer And how many young blacks drink and smoke to cover they fear It's ****** up [Chorus] [DJ Quik] I made my momma a promise that I would make it home honest She knew that there were no problems cause she could see right through it She know I'm deeper than half of these ******z, flyer than most of 'em And that's as clear as you can see from off in your coast And you ******z don't understand these 16 bars from within If being **** is an abomination then I am a sin Cause I'm fly like the wind, and I'm high to the end My enemies are my used-to-be friends, where do I begin It's a sesspool of stress, you cowards drink from the well Got no energy for haters, you suckers can't give me hell Cause you whack and you stale, and you act like you bail You talk that ******t 'til you gotta prove ******t, get smacked when you fail In the midst of it all I'm just persistin to ball While these haters tumble and stumble and bumble and fall I'm the key to cut your meter off, I'll blow what you worth And befo' anything else on this earth - YOU'LL GET ****** UP! [Chorus]
Ain't nothin like poppin the brains on a Corvette With your pet in the passenger seat Ass at your feet, askin if you can pass her the ****** (Faster please) California masterpiece Recorded partially in New York With a blue spark on a purple plant and I worked your aunt (She loved it) primarily under the circumstance Don't be mad, I was bad, she was better, sweaty palms But I bet her and she told your moms and wrote a letter Now they comin back to get off of the curb because I swerved on her (beat it ******!) I ain't never been ******t, that's what my mommy said Now they callin to check to see if I took the gun from under my bed She don't trust me, I don't trust me, my psychiatrist don't trust me And I ain't called 'em back, I hope the cops don't come and bust me I'm feelin lusty and my purple video tape is trusty But I can't go to sleep with lotion on because I might get musty I ride motorcycles and crash 'em on purpose into a crowd of bystanders so my insurance policy won't be worthless [Chorus] Now quit that ****** ******t, we gon' ****** you up mayne We gon' ****** you up mayne, now get the ****** outta Dodge It ain't gon' work mayne, we gon' ****** you up mayne We gon' ****** you up mayne, don't make me pull the pump out the garage And posse up mayne, we gon' ****** you up mayne We gon' ****** you up mayne, you must be high on that sherm But you gon' learn mayne, we gon' ****** you up mayne We gon' ****** you up - WE GON' FU CK YOU UP! [DJ Quik] Bridget Bridget Bridget was a girl that I knew But she's a dumb hoe, and baldheaded like DJ Pooh Her saggy body tried to crash the party like Mobb Deep With her elephant feet I got a whole lot to say but it won't come out Probably because I got this 38 in my mouth And I'm pissed, I'm 'bout to nut up, ****** you ****** shut up Like Mau******erg, I'll leave your chest burnin on the curb Hennessy to XO, crashed in the Lex-o I make the bridge flex 'til these ****** ******z let go And I'm upset because I'm all alone Homies don't play by the rules, ****** 'em then I'm glad they gone Pluck 'em out the flowerpot, flush and make they shower hot Blister and scour, I'm pistol-whippin with power, make 'em holla like chicks Out in L.A. ain't nuttin good to talk about Except dead homies, and how in '82 we had all the money That's Freeway Rick and that C.I.A. ******t 22 years later, it's just some ol' player hater ******t How many gangs can kill people under the age of 12 Get snitched on and go to jail, for another 22 years And who gets recognized for pouring out the beer And how many young blacks drink and smoke to cover they fear It's ****** up [Chorus] [DJ Quik] I made my momma a promise that I would make it home honest She knew that there were no problems cause she could see right through it She know I'm deeper than half of these ******z, flyer than most of 'em And that's as clear as you can see from off in your coast And you ******z don't understand these 16 bars from within If being **** is an abomination then I am a sin Cause I'm fly like the wind, and I'm high to the end My enemies are my used-to-be friends, where do I begin It's a sesspool of stress, you cowards drink from the well Got no energy for haters, you suckers can't give me hell Cause you whack and you stale, and you act like you bail You talk that ******t 'til you gotta prove ******t, get smacked when you fail In the midst of it all I'm just persistin to ball While these haters tumble and stumble and bumble and fall I'm the key to cut your meter off, I'll blow what you worth And befo' anything else on this earth - YOU'LL GET ****** UP! [Chorus]
