Indiscretions In The Back Of The Limo歌词

作词 : Blake, Harris
[Intro] Yo, yo, yo, yo
Ay, ay, ay, ay, c'mon
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yeah-yeah-ye-yo, uh ay
Yo, ay, ay, ay, ay, c'mon
Ay look shorty tell your homegirl put the puss on the wood, make the **** go wood y'know? [over Intro]
Pimp Squad clique ya dig?
Big {?} done told y'all ****** one time
DJ Quik in this ***** ya already know what it is hoe
A-Town's own one
Bankhead homey (Bankhead!)
All the way to
Compton ya dig? [T.I.]
I got a bad ***** from
Cali that love to blow cavi
Kinda ***** that suck ya **** and make you wanna get married
Seem like she squeeze in them jeans just barely
I can see the ***** pokin like your pants bustin open
Now we hydro blowin in the
Cadillac coastin
On the way to the liquor store to go and pull a foursome
Tell her pop two of these then lemme see your knees bend
Hit the club find a ***** who familiar to freakin
Tell her shawty look, all you need is three friends
And get you to the suites,
I'ma give you what you need then
Nine inches from behind on you *****es '
Til your ***** need stitches and spines outta commission
Listen tell 'em if they're ready to breeze
Bet whatever they can't eat your ***** better than me
If it's a gamble tell 'em meet me by the
Phantom at 3
And now I'm, standin with three *****es challengin me
Before you know it [Chorus: T.I.]
Three *****es in the back of the ride
Suckin **** 'til they're satisfied
Fo' *****es in the back of the ride
Suckin titties 'til they satisfied
I got, five *****es in the back of the ride
They ass pokin from the back of they thighs
As I say, six *****es in the back of the ride
Eatin ***** 'til they satisfied, c'mon [T.I.]
Five in the morning broads at my do' {?} smokin 'cross the hardwood flo'
Open up the door don't recognize a face
But was surprised by the size of her thighs and waist
Ay, waste no time tell her come on in
I'm fresh out of
Grey Goose and no more
Henn' But shawty got a thong on and fo' mo' friends
See when you live like the man ye ain't gotta pretend
I got her kissin in the mouth on the couch in the den
Then I put it in right up over her chin
Tell her rub in your face, it'll clear up your skin
And that's with all due respect,
I ain't tryin to offend ya
It's, like
I told you when we met at the club
You in the, wrong place if you were lookin for love
I'm fin' to find a couple freaks, buy a bottle and dip
Y'all oughta be followin
Tip to holler and miss,
I got [Chorus] [DJ Quik]
I'm ****,
I'm bomb,
I'm wounded and
I'm so feeble
Can't believe the ********
I'm gettin from these people
If I go to
San Diego,
I can't get no *****
Because the
B-Dawgs beat the **** out of 'em all, and they tragic
Bitin off they nipples and bash 'em like y'all savage
Pullin out they hair got they self esteem damaged
I still love ***** but
I don't eat the **** that comes with it
You can keep it if
I can't hit and quit it because
It's D-J Q-
U-I-C-K who you thought it was
C-O-M-P-T-
O-N, flossin the proper buzz
I cut my perm out so
I wouldn't look burned out
A young thug geekin off these beats that
I churned out
I'm bad, I'm the
Mad Hatter, wish
I was fatter
But that's a dream weighin on my life like a triple beam
A life that simple seems harder to fathom
So I'm in
Manhattan and
Harlem gettin at 'em, in a
Bentley [New Chorus: Quik]
Three *****es in the back of the ride
Suckin **** until they satisfied
Fo' *****es in the back of the ride
Lickin nipples 'til they satisfied
We got, five *****es in the back of the ride
They ass pokin out the back of they thighs
Six *****es in the back of the ride
Spendin money cause we satisfied