n*ggaz Still Trippin’ lyrics

[Verse 1: DJ Quik]
Oh yes I'm rolling around in the f*ckin' underground
It's 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 macks and the jacks, now I can’t relax
Like Playa Hamm said, b*tches lick the head
Sticking out they tongue, they admitting they sprung
When I c*m, they c*m, and then they get up and run
Cause they know that Quik can stick a hell of a di*k
Up in they booty, butt, duke chute, crack
If there's sushi in ya coochie then I ain't goin' back
Cause there ain't nothin' worst than a funky c*ck hoe
You better wash your monkey before we go to the mo-ti-nel
How do you feel, now that you know the real?
You jockin' and squealin' for the di*k that I'm dealing
Ain't no simpin' in my pimpin' but for the b*tches that nymphin'
Quit trippin' and stop ya pus*y from drippin'
Because I'm too much for ya, girlie I adore ya
But if you're acting hoochie, I might have to floor ya
And then I don't know ya, I f*cked the girl before you and giving you the rubber you to the [?] hoe, you
Ha, I'm floating like the bomb ass budd
I won't go pop, but I still ain't no dud, yeah
And I'm a n*gga that's known to clown and get down
And stand up for the underground

[Verse 2: AMG]
A n*gga with to much di*k to f*ck with
AMG's got the forty ounce, come and take a sip
Hoes love me 'cause "Word 2 Tha D" bumps
di*k 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 keeps coastin' (The king of the forty-ounce swing, making money with my ding-a-ling, the b*tches dream)
The owner of the big D, down with the 304 posse
(And hoes I lick and um, make ya' c*m, and then I get ya' sprung)
How does it feel to get f*cked by a pro n*gga with a di*k like a candlestick?
Still have to jump it before you pump it (I know you're mesmerized by the size)
Baby you can have it then, if you can get it in
'Cause I got di*k for days, just like the old days, b*tch! (D)
[Verse 3: Gangsta D]
Hey b*tch, it's the D again
You gotta pay a fee to get freaked again
I hope you didn't think you'd get the di*k for free
Because a n*gga like the D gotta pimp the pus*y
So take of ya' silky drawers
You can 68 me now and I owe you one to the jaw
b*tch, f*ck you once a month, dirty bleeding ass punk
Attracting files with your female funk
So b*tch, you better wash and scrub your bush
And while you're at it, scrape your hoofs
'Cause no one really wants you
See, if you're clean, your pus*y must be clean too
But I don't give a motherf*ck
A b*tch ain't nothin' but a trick tramp sl*t, yeah
So get the f*ck out my face, 'cause you're making me sick
b*tch, cause you smell like sh*t

[Verse 4: DJ Quik]
Stickin' to the sh*t that make 'em jump, make 'em bounce
Make 'em hump, make 'em really wanna get f*cked up
'Cause it ain't really over 'til it's over
And to me, it'll never be, cause I can kick the sh*t constantly
Right now, I'ma hip you to my new debut
Coming up from the underground too
Not a caucuasian but a little but bigger
So listen to the funky white n*gga
[Verse 5: JFN]
Aiyyo, this is JFN on my rap to you
Comin through on the underground with my n*gga Q
Yeah and I chill and deal {?}
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 b*tches)
But on to the underground, and the fat sound
Quik blaze down, originatin in all towns
b*tches always on the tip
And G's, love to roll to our sh*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 Mothership
And a Funky White n*gga just took you on a trip
[DJ Quik]
And now.. it's the moment you've all been waitin for
Here it comes, the n*gga that taught you how to do it froggystyle
It's the "Skanless" n*gga

[Verse 6: Hi-C]
Aw, f*ck it!
Things ain't the same, I've changed
People come around and say "Damn he's acting strange"
I pop the pus*y then I bail
b*tch don't trip, cause you'll make me tell
Bout the n*ggas you f*cked, the di*ks you sucked
The nuts you bust so don't f*ck with us
Check it baby, yo' best bet's to bone out
Cause you'se a tramp, with a cramp in your mouth
And your boyfriend got a di*k like a gummy worm
With blanks in his balls, no sperm
I'm Hi-C, no need to rush
Take my di*k, and treat it like a toothbrush
All up by your gums
So I can c*m
When I do, yo it's time to rinse
Spit the sperm out your mouth!