Niggaz Still Trippin' Lyrics
| Song | Niggaz Still Trippin' |
| Artist | DJ Quik |
| Album | Way 2 Fonky |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Barnett, Blake, Davis, Johnson ... | |
| Oh yes, I'm rollin' around in the ******' underground | |
| I'm the Q with the | |
| E and now it's time to get down | |
| With the fact that | |
| I'm back, takin' fat stacks | |
| With the macs and the tecs now | |
| I can't relax | |
| Like Playa | |
| Hamm said, ******* lick the head | |
| Stickin' out they tongue, they admittin' they sprung | |
| When I cum, they cum and then they get up and run' | |
| Cause they know that | |
| Quik can stick a hell of a ********** | |
| Up in they booty, butt, poop chute, crack | |
| If there's su********** in your coochie then | |
| I ain't goin' back | |
| Because it ain't nothin' worse than a funky ******* ho(Eww) | |
| You better wash your monkey when we get to the mo-ti-nel | |
| How do you feel, now that you know the real? | |
| You jockin' and squealin' for the ********** | |
| I'm dealin' | |
| Ain't no simp in my pimpin' but for the ******* that nymphin' | |
| Quit trippin' and stop your ********** from drippin' | |
| Because I'm too much for ya, girlie | |
| I adore ya | |
| But if you actin' hoochie, | |
| I might have to floor ya | |
| And then I don't know ya, | |
| I ****** the girl before you | |
| And givin' you the record to a rubber, you ho | |
| You cat, I'm floatin' like the bomb-ass bud | |
| I won't go pop until | |
| I ain't no dug, yeah | |
| And I'm a ******* that's known to clown and get down | |
| And stand up for the underground | |
| Uh, uh, uh, uh | |
| A ******* wit too much ********** to ******* with | |
| AMG's got the forty ounce, come and take a sip | |
| Hoes love me 'cause ' | |
| Word to the | |
| D' bumps********** for the chick, gun for the chumps | |
| And on tour | |
| I got ass and cash | |
| Hit a little bombudd, had a few laughs | |
| State to state, ocean to ocean | |
| Bustin' my nuts, while the bus keep coastin'(The king of 40 ounce swing, makin' money with my ding-a-ling)(The **********'s dream) | |
| AMGThe owner of the big | |
| D, down with 3-0-4 posse(And hoes I lick and umm, make ya cum)(And then I get ya sprung) | |
| How does it feel to get ****** | |
| Like a pro ******* ho with a ********** like a candlestick? | |
| Still have to jump it before you pump it(I know you're mesmerized by the size) | |
| Once again | |
| I'm surrounded by skin | |
| Baby, you can have it then if you can get it in' | |
| Cause I got ********** for days | |
| Just like the old days, **********! | |
| DHey **********! | |
| It's Tha D again | |
| You gotta pay a fee to get freaked again | |
| I hope you didn't think you'd get the ********** for free | |
| Because a ******* like | |
| Tha D gotta pimp the ********** | |
| So take off your silky drawers | |
| You can 68 me now and owe you 1 to the jaw | |
| **********, ******* you once a month, dirty bleedin' ass bump | |
| Attractin' flies with your female funk | |
| So **********, you better scrub and wash your bush | |
| And while you're at it, scrape your hoofs, yeah' | |
| Cause no one really wants you | |
| See if your feet look clean, your ********** must be clean too | |
| But I don't give a mother******* | |
| A ********** ain't nuttin' but a trick tramp slut, yeah | |
| So get the ******* out my face, 'cause you're makin' me sick | |
| **********, 'cause you smell like **********t | |
| Stickin' to the **********t that make 'em jump, make 'em bounce | |
| Make 'em hump, make 'em really wanna get ****** up' | |
| Cause it ain't really over 'til it's over | |
| And to me it'll never be, 'cause | |
| I can kick the **********t constantly | |
| Right now | |
| I'ma hip you to my new debut | |
| Comin' up from the underground too | |
| Not a caucausian but a little bigger | |
| So listen to the | |
| Funky White | |
| *******Aiyyo, this is jam packed, on my rap to you | |
| Comin' through on the underground with my ******* | |
| QYeah and | |
| I chill and deal [Unverified]' | |
| Cause I'm known as the rat, what, so | |
| I'ma have ta | |
| Throw a little faster, when y'all witness | |
| The funkiest cuts that are made in the business | |
| So when y'all rollin' around | |
| Turn the radio off, hit the underground | |
| Break out your seat, the cops ain't followin' | |
| Grab a cold 40 moneygrip and start swallowin' | |
| But I ain't drinkin', gimme a pack | |
| Take me to the hood, | |
| I know exactly where it's at | |
| ST hit a left at the store | |
| To get some mints for my breath what for(For the *******) | |
| But on to the underground, and the fat sound | |
| Quik blaze down, originatin' in all towns | |
| ******* always on the tip and | |
| G's, love to roll to our **********t | |
| The radio plays, the edit version | |
| For the punk-ass people on the pop excursion | |
| Don't it just make you wanna shake that asspiece | |
| Girls don't hide it, come on and ride it | |
| Get inside here, 'cause this is the | |
| Mother**********p | |
| And a Funky | |
| White ******* just took you on a trip | |
| And now, it's the moment you've all been waitin' for | |
| Here it comes, the ******* that taught you how to do it froggystyle | |
| It's the ' | |
| Skanless' ******* | |
| Ah ah ah aww ******* it! | |
| Things ain't the same, | |
| I've changed | |
| People come around and say, "Damn he's actin' strange" | |
| I pop the ********** then | |
| I bail********** don't trip, 'cause you'll make me tell' | |
| Bout the *******z you ******, the **********s you sucked | |
| The nuts you bust so don't ******* with us | |
| Check it baby, yo' best bet's to bone out' | |
| Cause youse a tramp, with a cramp in ya mouth | |
| And your boyfriend got a ********** like a gummy worm | |
| With blanks in his *******, no sperm | |
| I'm Hi-C, no need to rush | |
| Take my **********, and treat it like a toothbrush[Unverified] all up by your gums[Unverified] so | |
| I can cumWhen | |
| I do, yo it's time to rinse | |
| Floss, spit the sperm out your mouth | |
| Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha |
| zuo ci : Barnett, Blake, Davis, Johnson ... | |
| Oh yes, I' m rollin' around in the ' underground | |
| I' m the Q with the | |
| E and now it' s time to get down | |
| With the fact that | |
| I' m back, takin' fat stacks | |
| With the macs and the tecs now | |
| I can' t relax | |
| Like Playa | |
| Hamm said, lick the head | |
| Stickin' out they tongue, they admittin' they sprung | |
| When I cum, they cum and then they get up and run' | |
| Cause they know that | |
| Quik can stick a hell of a | |
| Up in they booty, butt, poop chute, crack | |
| If there' s su in your coochie then | |
| I ain' t goin' back | |
| Because it ain' t nothin' worse than a funky ho Eww | |
| You better wash your monkey when we get to the motinel | |
| How do you feel, now that you know the real? | |
| You jockin' and squealin' for the | |
| I' m dealin' | |
| Ain' t no simp in my pimpin' but for the that nymphin' | |
| Quit trippin' and stop your from drippin' | |
| Because I' m too much for ya, girlie | |
| I adore ya | |
| But if you actin' hoochie, | |
| I might have to floor ya | |
| And then I don' t know ya, | |
| I the girl before you | |
| And givin' you the record to a rubber, you ho | |
| You cat, I' m floatin' like the bombass bud | |
| I won' t go pop until | |
| I ain' t no dug, yeah | |
| And I' m a that' s known to clown and get down | |
| And stand up for the underground | |
| Uh, uh, uh, uh | |
| A wit too much to with | |
| AMG' s got the forty ounce, come and take a sip | |
| Hoes love me ' cause ' | |
| Word to the | |
| D' bumps for the chick, gun for the chumps | |
| And on tour | |
| I got ass and cash | |
| Hit a little bombudd, had a few laughs | |
| State to state, ocean to ocean | |
| Bustin' my nuts, while the bus keep coastin' The king of 40 ounce swing, makin' money with my dingaling The ' s dream | |
| AMGThe owner of the big | |
| D, down with 304 posse And hoes I lick and umm, make ya cum And then I get ya sprung | |
| How does it feel to get | |
| Like a pro ho with a like a candlestick? | |
| Still have to jump it before you pump it I know you' re mesmerized by the size | |
| Once again | |
| I' m surrounded by skin | |
| Baby, you can have it then if you can get it in' | |
| Cause I got for days | |
| Just like the old days, ! | |
| DHey ! | |
| It' s Tha D again | |
| You gotta pay a fee to get freaked again | |
| I hope you didn' t think you' d get the for free | |
| Because a like | |
| Tha D gotta pimp the | |
| So take off your silky drawers | |
| You can 68 me now and owe you 1 to the jaw | |
| , you once a month, dirty bleedin' ass bump | |
| Attractin' flies with your female funk | |
| So , you better scrub and wash your bush | |
| And while you' re at it, scrape your hoofs, yeah' | |
| Cause no one really wants you | |
| See if your feet look clean, your must be clean too | |
| But I don' t give a mother | |
| A ain' t nuttin' but a trick tramp slut, yeah | |
| So get the out my face, ' cause you' re makin' me sick | |
| , ' cause you smell like t | |
| Stickin' to the t that make ' em jump, make ' em bounce | |
| Make ' em hump, make ' em really wanna get up' | |
| Cause it ain' t really over ' til it' s over | |
| And to me it' ll never be, ' cause | |
| I can kick the t constantly | |
| Right now | |
| I' ma hip you to my new debut | |
| Comin' up from the underground too | |
| Not a caucausian but a little bigger | |
| So listen to the | |
| Funky White | |
| Aiyyo, this is jam packed, on my rap to you | |
| Comin' through on the underground with my | |
| QYeah and | |
| I chill and deal Unverified' | |
| Cause I' m known as the rat, what, so | |
| I' ma have ta | |
| Throw a little faster, when y' all witness | |
| The funkiest cuts that are made in the business | |
| So when y' all rollin' around | |
| Turn the radio off, hit the underground | |
| Break out your seat, the cops ain' t followin' | |
| Grab a cold 40 moneygrip and start swallowin' | |
| But I ain' t drinkin', gimme a pack | |
| Take me to the hood, | |
| I know exactly where it' s at | |
| ST hit a left at the store | |
| To get some mints for my breath what for For the | |
| But on to the underground, and the fat sound | |
| Quik blaze down, originatin' in all towns | |
| always on the tip and | |
| G' s, love to roll to our t | |
| The radio plays, the edit version | |
| For the punkass people on the pop excursion | |
| Don' t it just make you wanna shake that asspiece | |
| Girls don' t hide it, come on and ride it | |
| Get inside here, ' cause this is the | |
| Mother p | |
| And a Funky | |
| White just took you on a trip | |
| And now, it' s the moment you' ve all been waitin' for | |
| Here it comes, the that taught you how to do it froggystyle | |
| It' s the ' | |
| Skanless' | |
| Ah ah ah aww it! | |
| Things ain' t the same, | |
| I' ve changed | |
| People come around and say, " Damn he' s actin' strange" | |
| I pop the then | |
| I bail don' t trip, ' cause you' ll make me tell' | |
| Bout the z you , the s you sucked | |
| The nuts you bust so don' t with us | |
| Check it baby, yo' best bet' s to bone out' | |
| Cause youse a tramp, with a cramp in ya mouth | |
| And your boyfriend got a like a gummy worm | |
| With blanks in his , no sperm | |
| I' m HiC, no need to rush | |
| Take my , and treat it like a toothbrush Unverified all up by your gums Unverified so | |
| I can cumWhen | |
| I do, yo it' s time to rinse | |
| Floss, spit the sperm out your mouth | |
| Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha |
| zuò cí : Barnett, Blake, Davis, Johnson ... | |
| Oh yes, I' m rollin' around in the ' underground | |
| I' m the Q with the | |
| E and now it' s time to get down | |
| With the fact that | |
| I' m back, takin' fat stacks | |
| With the macs and the tecs now | |
| I can' t relax | |
| Like Playa | |
| Hamm said, lick the head | |
| Stickin' out they tongue, they admittin' they sprung | |
| When I cum, they cum and then they get up and run' | |
| Cause they know that | |
| Quik can stick a hell of a | |
| Up in they booty, butt, poop chute, crack | |
| If there' s su in your coochie then | |
| I ain' t goin' back | |
| Because it ain' t nothin' worse than a funky ho Eww | |
| You better wash your monkey when we get to the motinel | |
| How do you feel, now that you know the real? | |
| You jockin' and squealin' for the | |
| I' m dealin' | |
| Ain' t no simp in my pimpin' but for the that nymphin' | |
| Quit trippin' and stop your from drippin' | |
| Because I' m too much for ya, girlie | |
| I adore ya | |
| But if you actin' hoochie, | |
| I might have to floor ya | |
| And then I don' t know ya, | |
| I the girl before you | |
| And givin' you the record to a rubber, you ho | |
| You cat, I' m floatin' like the bombass bud | |
| I won' t go pop until | |
| I ain' t no dug, yeah | |
| And I' m a that' s known to clown and get down | |
| And stand up for the underground | |
| Uh, uh, uh, uh | |
| A wit too much to with | |
| AMG' s got the forty ounce, come and take a sip | |
| Hoes love me ' cause ' | |
| Word to the | |
| D' bumps for the chick, gun for the chumps | |
| And on tour | |
| I got ass and cash | |
| Hit a little bombudd, had a few laughs | |
| State to state, ocean to ocean | |
| Bustin' my nuts, while the bus keep coastin' The king of 40 ounce swing, makin' money with my dingaling The ' s dream | |
| AMGThe owner of the big | |
| D, down with 304 posse And hoes I lick and umm, make ya cum And then I get ya sprung | |
| How does it feel to get | |
| Like a pro ho with a like a candlestick? | |
| Still have to jump it before you pump it I know you' re mesmerized by the size | |
| Once again | |
| I' m surrounded by skin | |
| Baby, you can have it then if you can get it in' | |
| Cause I got for days | |
| Just like the old days, ! | |
| DHey ! | |
| It' s Tha D again | |
| You gotta pay a fee to get freaked again | |
| I hope you didn' t think you' d get the for free | |
| Because a like | |
| Tha D gotta pimp the | |
| So take off your silky drawers | |
| You can 68 me now and owe you 1 to the jaw | |
| , you once a month, dirty bleedin' ass bump | |
| Attractin' flies with your female funk | |
| So , you better scrub and wash your bush | |
| And while you' re at it, scrape your hoofs, yeah' | |
| Cause no one really wants you | |
| See if your feet look clean, your must be clean too | |
| But I don' t give a mother | |
| A ain' t nuttin' but a trick tramp slut, yeah | |
| So get the out my face, ' cause you' re makin' me sick | |
| , ' cause you smell like t | |
| Stickin' to the t that make ' em jump, make ' em bounce | |
| Make ' em hump, make ' em really wanna get up' | |
| Cause it ain' t really over ' til it' s over | |
| And to me it' ll never be, ' cause | |
| I can kick the t constantly | |
| Right now | |
| I' ma hip you to my new debut | |
| Comin' up from the underground too | |
| Not a caucausian but a little bigger | |
| So listen to the | |
| Funky White | |
| Aiyyo, this is jam packed, on my rap to you | |
| Comin' through on the underground with my | |
| QYeah and | |
| I chill and deal Unverified' | |
| Cause I' m known as the rat, what, so | |
| I' ma have ta | |
| Throw a little faster, when y' all witness | |
| The funkiest cuts that are made in the business | |
| So when y' all rollin' around | |
| Turn the radio off, hit the underground | |
| Break out your seat, the cops ain' t followin' | |
| Grab a cold 40 moneygrip and start swallowin' | |
| But I ain' t drinkin', gimme a pack | |
| Take me to the hood, | |
| I know exactly where it' s at | |
| ST hit a left at the store | |
| To get some mints for my breath what for For the | |
| But on to the underground, and the fat sound | |
| Quik blaze down, originatin' in all towns | |
| always on the tip and | |
| G' s, love to roll to our t | |
| The radio plays, the edit version | |
| For the punkass people on the pop excursion | |
| Don' t it just make you wanna shake that asspiece | |
| Girls don' t hide it, come on and ride it | |
| Get inside here, ' cause this is the | |
| Mother p | |
| And a Funky | |
| White just took you on a trip | |
| And now, it' s the moment you' ve all been waitin' for | |
| Here it comes, the that taught you how to do it froggystyle | |
| It' s the ' | |
| Skanless' | |
| Ah ah ah aww it! | |
| Things ain' t the same, | |
| I' ve changed | |
| People come around and say, " Damn he' s actin' strange" | |
| I pop the then | |
| I bail don' t trip, ' cause you' ll make me tell' | |
| Bout the z you , the s you sucked | |
| The nuts you bust so don' t with us | |
| Check it baby, yo' best bet' s to bone out' | |
| Cause youse a tramp, with a cramp in ya mouth | |
| And your boyfriend got a like a gummy worm | |
| With blanks in his , no sperm | |
| I' m HiC, no need to rush | |
| Take my , and treat it like a toothbrush Unverified all up by your gums Unverified so | |
| I can cumWhen | |
| I do, yo it' s time to rinse | |
| Floss, spit the sperm out your mouth | |
| Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha |
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