you might find me in the century club
box of altoids for my paranoid niggaz actin foul
stop smokin if you can't be proud
inglewood players actin right in the spotlight
me i'm righter than invisible set
slurrin and i'm lookin for my pet
i pass to the massa with her whip on her
if she sippin wit'cha bird
if she not we move past her
and i ain't hatin i'm just diggin ya ass girl
is that the collagen shot
is that what'cha momma got?
of the axe handle blunt force trauma kinda tuggin
and i ain't never been what the cat drug on
b-real quik's to keep ya mean muggin
trippin off the saloon fight
got me feelin like i hit a train with my range rover
feel free to lose your mind
fuck the tango do the fandango
spin around 'til you get a hangover
fuck the tango do the fandango
spin around 'til you get a hangover
watch me climb out the whip with the bird on my hip
she wanna set it off in the club
we crack a bottle and all my fam take a sip
any haters wanna pop at the lip
we get the paper and the savor the flavor
but never forget about the haters who constantly imitate us
homey we creators and players and rhyme sayers
let me say it in terms that you can understand
she's on the floor cause of my homey quik man
and she hits the mall but you don't really understand
yeah i seen it before but now it's gettin out of hand
and she's posin for the cam
little beef got the dancefloor slammed
birds flock to us like heads to kangols
movin swiftly to the thighs
that i ain't really got nuttin to hide
but the bratwurst skinny girl second
and compton is still on my mind
i remember when we used to get scared when they got behind us
one-time sayin they been tryin to find us
but they got the wrong niggaz
my tongue tumbles like i'm bumblebee stung
you keep talkin shit i whip out the ringer
how many times does it have to end
right before 12:00 a.m. why you packin a slim jim?
i gets down on the mic like i rode down on a bike
the club ain't never crackin 'til the haters be gone
we need to build the eliminator hater light