K-Dee - Do You Like Criminals? lyrics

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K-Dee - Do You Like Criminals? lyrics

(WC) Say ho I got way more dick than them n***as rolling your lexos No punk a** Versace gear just the n***a with the triple 1 braids in his beard Quick to get the p**y dripping so quit trippin Like you gotta have a n***a resembling Donnie Simpson b**h I'm from the wild wild west f** them preppy n***as You need to get with this malt Liquor sipper Picture me simpin over ya never How ya figure I'll be crying over yo a** like aBaby face n***a b**h you best to be glad I got 3 strikes Because back in '85 I'd been done gave your a** a black eye See I been waving at your a** all week but all You do is roll your eyes like your sh** don't stink So now it's time for a n***a clown your a** Because I can tell from the tattoos you's a high cla** hood rat Don't want to f** with n***as in khakis But ho I bet for the dough You quick to jack that a** like a 4 So quit fronting on a n***a and lick these and b**h Hit the road with your f**ed up weave....... (Ice Cube) How would you like to get a rough n***a rugged and raw Outlaw rollin' down the shaw Don't you want a mothaf**a that's hard Or a b**h-made n***a cute as El Debarge? Do you like negros? Him and those? Individuals called criminals? How'd you figure a West Coast n***a Drinking liquor gots to know how to dig you When we dated straight faded Penetrated Ms. sophisticated Know daddy hate it Never met a n***a quite as fly as me All bottled up in your high society You want to check my mental Cause how could a n***a from South Central roll in a Benzo Spice in ya life is what you need You're intrigued by the smell of my weed I represent reality in your world full of lies And I can see it in your eyes You worried sick and I'm chillin' (Westside) Tell your family to f** off and roll with this villain (chorus) Do you like negros, him and those, individuals called criminals?(2x) (Mack 10) Who wanna f** wit it I put it down for real tho It's Mack 1-0 and let you n***as know I'm gun ho Baby I guess maybe I can get with your program With hundred-spoke tonas on my front and back Broham Hit a lick or two make your whole life a thriller Make you wanna shake the nerd and come ride with a k**a Hot as sauce out to floss no need to be discreet I swing the f** out this b**h til my bumper touch the street On switches and I'm workin jerkin got ya n***a smirkin Jack the a** up and down til my back wheels is chirpin You need to be with me b**h you too f**ing bombay To be on the Shaw with a n***a with a Hyundai I take you through my neighborhood raise where crime pays No girbauds no fades just khakis and French braids And my friends is n***as that know what ends is In high-top Chucks pushin V-12 Benzes With hoochy hoes groupie hoes You know those with a gang of money lolos and penitentiary photos So shake him now no need of waitin of debatin Slam the door on them five stars and hop on these Daytons (K-Dee) Dee, dee, dee, daddi, daddi, dee, dee, daddi day I come from the crew I thought you knew we don't play I see your frowning but I'm clownin' anyway Can't nobody fade K-Dee baby, baby I know you're Catholic But can you have you have dick up in them guts all the way to These nuts You're a rich girl far from skeezer I'm playing broke at the mall with your Visa You wanna swang with K-Swinger (When the West is in the house, oh my God! danger) But take a hit you'll live But when you hit it ho you got to puff, puff give Now I hear you giggling But all I wanna see is a**es wiggling and titties jiggling So what you wanna do? Don't go chasing waterfalls Stick to them dicks and balls you're used to Go ahead and take a big lick Cause girls look so good on the end of My dick That right is it tight? I know you ain't a dyke What type of n***a do you like? b**h! (chorus) (chorus II) b**h I'm from the wild, wild west Can't you tell buy the "S" on my chest We got hoes for days Plus we claiming no stress no mothaf**in' dress (chorus) (chorus II) Do you like criminals?