Do You Really lyrics

by

DJ Quik


DJ Quik:

Hold up, hold up, hold up
b*tch, Ive been begging you for the pus*y since the last 2 songs... Nah, f*ck this

SONG STARTS

Hook:
Do you really wanna give me the Na NA Na NA

DJ Quik: Suga Free help me check this b*tch mane
Where you from pimp?
Suga Free: Pomo-NANA
DJ Quik: Where you got em pimp?
Suga Free: On the CorNANA (Corner)
DJ Quik: Hell yeah... Thats right n*gga, that's right

Verse 1:
Now straight from the gate, it's like you Ms. Captain save a my kind, every time/
G string, lap dance, white wine, b*tch you... Nevermind
I spits the muthaf*ckin game up in here
Pull... Of course I like you baby, but in the back of my mind Im like Ughhh...
So frightening... PUT YOUR CLOTHES BACK ON, DEVIL BE GONE!!
Thunder and lightning
b*tch I need you like a duck need a boat to float
Like I need a hoe to be broke, like Shepard Lane need some ol half ass trick to go platinum for us Loc
Don't let me call no names
Yeah n*gga you hard as a muthf*cka on the mic, but use a buster/ Now ask Tony Lane
Yeah baby, you better tell that n*gga use a hoe...
Cause when my second album come out, Im telling everybody that that you stay broke
So what you know bout real pimps sayin... No, f*ck you
Freeze, Pump yo brakes, For the love of God and b*tch Please!
Money is the only thing that I jock
I know you fine and yo pus*y good, but b*tch I... knock...
Chorus
Do You Really Wanna give me the NANA NANA
Suga Free: uhh uhh uhh uhh
Do You Really Wanna give me the NANA NANA
On the CorNANA
Do You Really Wanna give me the NANA NANA
Im Livin in PomoNANA


Verse 2:
I am tweaking...
Uhnn uhh baby I don't want no head
You conceded, yo breath stank, you're broke and plus you're leaking
And f*ck what you think
You do lie, you hate to fly, yo pus*y is dry and yo pus*y DO stank
Now, I'm the type of muthaf*cka that ell get in yo case
It's like a want in one hand and sh*t in the other and see which one fills up first, Im spittIn in you face!
Now Im accepting all dat. Now give DJ Quik some
Bout it like a muthaf*cka, sticking to the script, It's more where that came from
b*tch you don't wanna tangle with me
Im violating parole in my bedroom when I crucify yo ass, b*tch this SUGA FREE!
Ouch... b*tch I got one of them apartments that if you don't get the di*k you can go in my living room and f*ck my couch!
And imma f*ck you like you stole something
God said be careful what you ask for, now b*tch look, you owe him something
You wanna tie me up and suck my di*k, but I wanna fly you up and get rich... Check you when you wrong so we can stay strong you silly b*tch!
HOOK
2X

VAMP:
I gotta Hoe outside
Suga Free, a pimp player from PomoNANA
I gotta hoe outside (repeated between talking)

Quik man, you been begging that b*tch for the pus*y on the last two songs...
I gotta take it upon myself and I'm not responsible for my actions when I say this sh*t
And Im not responsible for my actions when I say this sh*t
I gotta check this maggot mouth b*tch
Cause n*ggas ain't trying to sleep, n*ggas ain't trying to creep, we don't want no head and we don't want no pus*y to eat
It's goin down like that Shepard Lane, 98, in a real way...

VAMP OUT:
I gotta hoe outside....
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