AMG - Down, Down, Down lyrics

[Quik] My name is Quik & I be moving fast like a race car But I'm top seed #1 like the pace car Whether you up on me or you chillin' way far You can tell almost immediately that I'm aced off So listen muthaf**a why you comin' off hard My objective is to catch you off guard Get covert & infiltrate yo' clique Crack yo' sh** & mack yo' b**h Now tell me could you conceive a n***a all up in her beaver Givin' her the love fever for hours at a time before I take a breather And when she tell me she loves me I don't believe her Cause I rock in stereo or mono hot like gonno- Rhea burnin' everytime you take a pee uh So when you see a n***a out with his girl Then baby play like you don't know me & we'll keep in a twirl Because baby I go deeper than the deep blue seas Baby do you really wanna play the flute on me? I'll give you a sack & take it back & you'll die to get it Little punk cause I'm fly with it [Chorus] When we come up we gettin' down down down Step in the club they give us pound pound pound Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown & round DJ Quik & AMG with a brand new sound (repeat) [AMG] I told her don't chase it but you can place it In between your jaws to taste it Or leave it in the basement I be the riddler that's too familiar get in the middle of ya And then I diddle ya, dick ya down 'til it tickles Smack the booty with no pimples Caress ya back then rub ya nipples Baby I'm a crack fiend get the KY & if I'm at a jiggalo Baby say hi fly like a eagle in a Range Rover or a Regal Lookin' for the party people & when I catch ya baby girl You should feel lucky we can make love But don't forget to f** me Cause you got more bounce than Roger Troutman I don't know when it's in or out and Soak me baby give me that good thang Ain't nothin' wrong with a coochie bang Cause Suga Free, Mausberg, Quik & the AM Definitely knows how to play 'em Cause we went from demos to limos to luxuriousies To models from Milan on they knees [Chorus] When we come up we gettin' down down down Step in the club they give us pound pound pound Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown & round AMG & Mausberg with a brand new sound (repeat) [Mausberg] Oh you didn't know that I'm the bomb baby Well take a toke of this D-I- & you gon' be feelin' flizie Cause I be's Mausberg the superior Steppin' through the club pound pound so ya fearin' us But don't trip we keep the vibe right Baby buy me some Remy & if Yo' baby daddy trippin' tell him beep me Cause I be's Black & Tone & swift up on my toes G'd up in alligate's and black steel toes Can I get a pound pound? (pound pound) If Free the flyest who am I? (You the realest) Look into my eyes & tell me what do you see Oh you jockin' my entourage DJ Quik & AMG Well get yo' groove on cause I ain't hatin' on the homies When that 9-5th drop you & yo' sister gon' be on me All I wanna do is slide up in & slide back out Slap you in yo' face & stick it dead in yo' mouth You think I'm bullsh**tin' well meet me after my show Bring yo' lips to that all white stretch limo So we can ride, slide, dip & glide Booyah! And do our thang cause my whole clique fly [Chorus] When we come up we gettin' down down down Step in the club they give us pound pound pound Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown & round Mausberg & Suga Free with a brand new sound (repeat) [Suga Free] It feel good don't it? It ain't no good if it ain't good enough To put the proper hood on it Peep how I struck up b**h jump in the air Stay there until I tell you come down & when you do you shut the f** up She'll sell a nice dream but b**h you'll Have better luck tryin' to find 2 Pac than Me buying you somethin' off the ice cream truck Oxygen you leave 'lone leave me 'lone Before I lock you in that little bitty box again Don't let up y'all just keep her soakin' wet up Playa playa & tell her when she need to shut up Don't lighten up naw n***a you better you better tighten up Throw ya head back back back back Lean it to the side hey playas (Yeah!) Tell 'em that we fly (We fly!) Ooooh catastrophe! b**h rather slide down a slide of razor blades Into a pool of pimp piss but this ho had the audacity To ask me for a dollar even though that's all I had left These greedy lying a** hoes'll fifty cents yo' a** to d**h! [Chorus] When we come up we gettin' down down down Step in the club they give us pound pound pound Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown & round And we come to hit the world with a brand new sound (repeat)