Skanless lyrics

[Verse 1: AMG]
pus*y ain't nuthin' but a hole
And most b*tches ain't nothing but hoes
So what I'm gonna do right here
Is kick it to the man left rear (Run that sh*t)
And a one and a two and a three
And you got the n*gga AMG
And a four and a five and a six
On my left hand side is DJ Quik
We got 2nd II None in the house
We got my man Hi-C in the house
And all the n*ggas who disapprove
Ya tryin to bust a move
You can get a di*k in ya mouth

[Verse 2: KK of 2nd II None]
Yo, you can't f*ck wit a n*gga, I'm holdin my piece
I'm bailin down to 'crans with my Khakis creased
A link on my neck and a b*tch on my di*k, so
I put a beeper card on a b*tch front window
I'm that n*gga who can serve it well
Then bloody up the sheets at a raunchy motel
Yeah I'mma treat ya, 'cause I'm a feed ya
Take you to McDonald's then I leave ya

[Verse 3: Gangsta D]
Live, via satellite on Rosecrans and Aranbe
We got my boy DJ Quik in the house
And he's gonna take you on a mission
And show you how the real jackers jack, n*gga
[Verse 4: DJ Quik]
Yeah, and now I'm takin' off my belt so I can sag
I keep the 44 Mag in a duffle bag
And in the G-ride I'm rollin' in the rain
And don't let me catch you slippin' on the turning lane
I creep up to your quarter panel and I pause
Whip out the 4 up to your nose and make you sh*t your drawers
Now I don't want your money or your hoes
No, all I want is your muthaf*ckin 'renzo's
Now, let's take a ride down to 'crans
I'm rollin with a muthaf*cka with doodoo in his pants
And a n*gga like you can get me work
Because I know you got them birdies that don't chirp
Aww, too bad you didn't make it to your .9
So forget about your Fin-O 'cause it's mine
And to you n*ggas that be trippin, watch your trunk and don't be slippin
'Cause the Quik will take your hoopty every time, muthaf*cka

[Verse 5: Gangsta D]
Once again it's the muthaf*ckin D
You wanna be my b*tch, well you gotta pay a fee
You wanna get quoted, get your ass in the circle
We'll whoop your ass n*gga 'til your eye turn purple
(Ayo, Craw...)

[Verse 6: Hi-C]
My name is the Craw, the C-R-A-W-F-O-R-D
The poet Hi-C
I got your fat pregnant b*tch in my waterbed
And I'm about to bust a nut on your little baby's head
The sh*t you be talking, I label it "caca"
Move your fat ass, and pass the vodka
Pour half a cup, fill it up with Socco
b*tches try and trip, you might get socked, ho
"I love you, though," that's what I'm screamin'
Just to get some pus*y, I'll be fiendin'
Boyfriend always talking 'bout doggystyle
Wait a while, I can do it froggystyle
(Stop that darn cussing, my children are listening)

Eat a di*k, ya b*tch