Indiscretions In The Back Of The Limo-DJ Quik

[Intro] Yo, yo, yo, yo Ay, ay, ay, ay, c＇mon Yo, yo, yo, yo, yeah-yeah-ye-yo, uh ay Yo, ay, ay, ay, ay, c＇mon Ay look shorty tell your homegirl put the puss on the wood, make the dick go wood y＇know? [over Intro] Pimp Squad clique ya dig? Big {?} done told y＇all niggaz one time DJ Quik in this b**ch ya already know what it is hoe A-Town＇s own one Bankhead homey (Bankhead!) All the way to Compton ya dig? [T.I.] I got a bad b**ch from Cali that love to blow cavi Kinda b**ch that suck ya dick and make you wanna get married Seem like she squeeze in them jeans just barely I can see the p**sy pokin like your pants bustin open Now we hydro blowin in the Cadillac coastin On the way to the liquor store to go and pull a foursome Tell her pop two of these then lemme see your knees bend Hit the club find a b**ch who familiar to freakin Tell her shawty look, all you need is three friends And get you to the suites, I＇ma give you what you need then Nine inches from behind on you b**ches ＇Til your p**sy need stitches and spines outta commission Listen tell ＇em if they＇re ready to breeze Bet whatever they can＇t eat your p**sy better than me If it＇s a gamble tell ＇em meet me by the Phantom at 3 And now I＇m, standin with three b**ches challengin me Before you know it [Chorus: T.I.] Three b**ches in the back of the ride Suckin dick ＇til they＇re satisfied Fo＇ b**ches in the back of the ride Suckin titties ＇til they satisfied I got, five b**ches in the back of the ride They a** pokin from the back of they thighs As I say, six b**ches in the back of the ride Eatin p**sy ＇til they satisfied, c＇mon [T.I.] Five in the morning broads at my do＇ {?} smokin ＇cross the hardwood flo＇ Open up the door don＇t recognize a face But was surprised by the size of her thighs and waist Ay, waste no time tell her come on in I＇m fresh out of Grey Goose and no more Henn＇ But shawty got a thong on and fo＇ mo＇ friends See when you live like the man ye ain＇t gotta pretend I got her kissin in the mouth on the couch in the den Then I put it in right up over her chin Tell her rub in your face, it＇ll clear up your skin And that＇s with all due respect, I ain＇t tryin to offend ya It＇s, like I told you when we met at the club You in the, wrong place if you were lookin for love I＇m fin＇ to find a couple freaks, buy a bottle and dip Y＇all oughta be followin Tip to holler and miss, I got [Chorus] [DJ Quik] I＇m d**e, I＇m bomb, I＇m wounded and I＇m so feeble Can＇t believe the b******t I＇m gettin from these people If I go to San Diego, I can＇t get no b**ch Because the B-Dawgs beat the sh*t out of ＇em all, and they tragic Bitin off they nipples and bash ＇em like y＇all savage Pullin out they hair got they self esteem damaged I still love p**sy but I don＇t eat the sh*t that comes with it You can keep it if I can＇t hit and quit it because It＇s D-J Q-U-I-C-K who you thought it was C-O-M-P-T-O-N, flossin the proper buzz I cut my perm out so I wouldn＇t look burned out A young thug geekin off these beats that I churned out I＇m bad, I＇m the Mad Hatter, wish I was fatter But that＇s a dream weighin on my life like a triple beam A life that simple seems harder to fathom So I＇m in Manhattan and Harlem gettin at ＇em, in a Bentley [New Chorus - Quik] Three b**ches in the back of the ride Suckin dick until they satisfied Fo＇ b**ches in the back of the ride Lickin nipples ＇til they satisfied We got, five b**ches in the back of the ride They a** pokin out the back of they thighs Six b**ches in the back of the ride Spendin money cause we satisfied