Gangsta D - Skanless lyrics

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Gangsta D - Skanless lyrics

[Gangsta D of 2nd II None] Pow, p**y ain't nuttin hole And most b**hes ain't nothing but hoes So what I'm gonna do right here Is kick it to the man left rear (Run that sh**) And a one and a two and a three And you got the n***a AMG And a four and a five and a six On my left hand side is DJ Quik We got 2nd II None in the house We got my man Hi-C in the house And all the n***as who disapprove Ya tryin to bust a move You can get a dick in ya mouth [KK of 2nd II None] Yo, you can't f** wit a n***a, I'm holdin my piece I'm bailin down to Kren's with my Khakis creased A lick on my neck and a b**h on my dick-so I put a beeper card on the b**h front window I'm that n***a who can service well Then bloody up the sheets at a raunchy motel Yeah I'm a treat ya, cus I'm a feed ya Take you to McDonalds then I leave ya [Gangsta D] Live, via satellite on Rolls ?? we got my boy DJ Quik in the house and he's Gonna take you on a mission and show you how the real jackers jack [DJ Quik] And now I'm takin off my belt so I can sag I keep the 44 Mag in a duffle bag And in the G-ride I'm rollin in the rain And don't let me catch you slippin on the turning lane I creep up to your quarter panel and I pause We 'bout to fold up to your nose and make you sh** your drawers Now I don't want your money or your hoes No, All I want is your muthaf**in Renzo's Now, let's take a ride down to Kren's I'm rollin with a muthaf**a with do do in his pants And a n***a like you can get me work Because I know you got them birdies that don't chirp Aww, too bad you didn't make it to your .9 So forget about your fento cus it's mine And to you n***as that be trippin watch your trunk and don't be slippin Cus the Quik will take your hoofty everytime, muthaf**a [Gangsta D] Once again it's the muthaf**in D You wanna be my b**h, well you gotta pay a fee You wanna get quoted, get your a** in the circle We'll whoop your a** n***a till your eye turn purple (Ayo Crawf) [Hi-C] My name is the Crawf The C-R-A-W-F-O-R-D The poet Hi-C I got your fat pregnant b**h in my waterbed And I'm about to bust a nut on your little baby's head The sh** you be talking, I label it "caca" Move your fat a**, and pa** the vodka Pour half a cup, fill it up with socko b**hes tryin trip, you might get socked ho "I love you though" that's what I'm screamin Just to get some p**y I'll be fiendin Boyfriend always talking 'bout doggystyle Wait a while, I can do it froggystyle (Stop that darn cussing, my children are listening) Eat a dick, ya b**h