[DJ Quik]

I'm not ya one hit wonder

And when you see me on the streets in a black jeep

know I got the heat up under

Not up under the seat, up under my cheek

Like so close to me that when I move it squeaks

I ain't no big buff dude I'm a rap singer

I exercise one muscle that's my strap finger

And I can't call it how I see it no more

'Cause these niggas'll take ya words back and twist em' like a pretzel

And these bitches be the same too

Comin' with that sob story crocodile tears trying to gang you

And that's exactly what the game do

And if you ever get caught dirty with a nigga she gon' blame you

So what in the hell you want to floss her for?

It's supposed to be bout' what a baller nigga cost that ho (yeah)

You givin' a game of black eye in ya S-5

While you niggas kick back poppin' X you let that cuz' dry

And that bitch supposed to carry her own car note (c'mon, yep)

And don't be going for that shit "I got a sore throat" (yeah)

Give that bitch a couple of Sucrets (mmm hmm)

Or give that that ho that application down on Vernon to that duplex (see ya)



[Chorus] (AMG)

When I bump on this trouble

Niggas gettin' big money on the double

Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn

Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern



When I bump on this trouble

Niggas gettin' big money on the double

Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn

Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern

The only concern



[AMG]

Bitch you get fucked, can't suck

but you want a nigga with a million bucks

A 5-double-0 and a Rover truck

I bend 'em all over 'til I know they stuck

Want to tell your friends that you fucked with A

But how many dicks did ya suck today?

Do we play ball? Do we move that weight?

All I got for a motherfuckin ho is hate

Bitch want to get drunk and high

Point that booty on to the sky

Square ass bitch go bake a pie

Get a tattoo of a dick in ya eye

Want to be flied call Continental (bitch)

The Benz ain't a rental

Sippin' on shit that ya can't pronounce

Ho quit staring at my bank account



[Chorus] (AMG)

When I bump on this trouble

Niggas gettin' big money on the double

Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn

Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern



[DJ Quik]

I'm the bomb bitch, I'm seizing

P the reason you know

'Cause pimpin'll have you seeing me with a bad ass ho

Legendary my name

Secondary you came

And you won't see me stop making hits 'till I walk with a cane

Still 5'11", 6 feet with shoes

Compton, OG nigga givin' niggas the blues

Etched in stone, makin' yo bitch fetch the bone

I'm calling the cops punk motherfuckers catch the phone

The walkie talkie, the 2-way and all of the above

Nightstick up yo ass 'til we all see blood

Fuck ya, I'm a cop too (what?)

I'm a cop me a kilo of yay

and try to get it crackin' like it's '82 (ahh yeah)

With Monte Carlos and European firms cop them El Co's on that gold lace

Dippin' round the whole place (whole place)

Fuck a 6-pack nigga cop the whole case (whole case)

And when them marks come nigga crack they whole face

The way my glock cock keep a niggas full

got him spittin' like that pitcher from the KC Royals

Socked the P.D., haters R.I.P.

Very sincerely yours

Quik nigga please



[Chorus] (AMG)

When I bump on this trouble

Niggas gettin' big money on the double

Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn

Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern



When I bump on this trouble

Niggas gettin' big money on the double

Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn

Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern

The only concern



When I bump on this trouble

Niggas gettin' big money on the double

Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn

Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern



Ahh!