European Vacation （Explicit） - DJ Quik/Problem/AMG
We're so official can we get with you
P***y so bomb like a missle
Boom
Last n***a hit you he was so gone that
He still need a tissue
Is this an issue I'm on the block
Takin'your spot n***a's been itchin'to drop
To many b***hes to pop
Money to get
I am the I am the s**t
I am the s**t
I'm in a shiny range rover alright
With a spinning hangover alright
Last night I had three bad mommys on molly underneath me
I got up and broke this thing open woop woop woop
Cuz'they respecs a G they do
And after that they erects the D they do
She my back catcher and I'm trying to pitch
The whole nine innings
I ain't trying to switch cuz'it's eastside northside
Westside homicide dancefloor burn like you
We need gonna burn
My music gets you high enough to run from big worm
Dancefloors burn like you
We need gonna burn
But before I give you music you can't use
I'd rather walk it but
I think without my shoes huh
I ain't a punk I just like perfections
I mean can't all it goes
Bullets go in one direction uh
I slap the s**t out a b***h a*s n***a
Running your mouth and immediately mad n***a
You wrinkeled up connoisseur
With your cheap suit color of manure get on
I'm on some s**t right now
I'm about to stick my dick up in your b***h right now
You come to compton you can smoke with DJ Quick right now
I'm on Rosecraaans
Hit it back from the city to the studio with keys
To let the hoes in
But when they mobbin on they're day off we're overdressed
What the hell you do in those pants those paaaants
Those pants
Let the background sing background sing
While I'm in the background doing background things
Back it up make it do the back down thing
I'mma touch that middle make 'em all sizzle ha
Is that confetti in the ceiling why yes it is
Well make it all fall down on these chil'ren let's go
That's your champagne that's my blunt what
So we gon'take 'em to the bottom 'til the sun's up
Man n***a what's crackin'where the b***hes at right now
Where the ay pour me hand me that bottle over there s**t
Man Problem n***a share that blunt over here s**t
I'm tryna get it cra ckin'right now n***a on the Westside
Perception is reality
My mentality and principalities be having me like
I wonder how Jay feel watching Dame on reality TV
Jay got the girl Dame got the attention
The irony in this I'd like to mention
Is they both got what they want
These n***as bite they tongue to kick it well I won't
S**t I am a product of my environment
My compton inspirers got me firing like
My workers ain't came to they job on time
A gang of times the stars and my gang align
My vibe is on my women all fly and s**t
They high as s**t it's like they like to fly and s**t
The flyest s**t is usually what you find me in
I f**k you gone I'm not the type to fly you in
S**t we 'bout to throw a party if you fly you in
Then we gon'party 'til the si-si-si-si-sirens come
I got a molly baby you should tr-tr-tr-tr-try you one
I bet it puh-puh-puh-puh-pop like a firing gun pow
Backwards all these hoes get loose
'Bout to run the Summer and the whole fall like oops
'Cause when I step up in the club
Baby all these hoes get loose
'Bout to run the Summer and the whole fall like oops
Get up me and Mr Quik whip the s**t up
F**k with us have your whole hood lit up
Still rap n***as with money it ain't a lot a
'Cause you n***as suck Afrika Bambaataa
Man you n***as don't want no problem with the chacho
Just double-dipped RIP Lil Bosko
Westside's a f**kin'Number 9with a waffle
Diamond Lane yeah the D Rose Chicago
Bull-s**t I hope your girl with that
Sound like a brought the Quik with the curl on back
Check how he got the s**t bangin'
'92bandannas extra clip hangin'
But instead of puttin'holes in n***as
We trying to teach n***as how to get hoes
And how to get dough and how to get mo'
This gon'make 'em pull their riders out
Riders out
This gon'make 'em pull them riders back out
Back out
I'mma make 'em pull their riders out what
I'mma make 'em pull them riders back out
Out out out out out out out out
Make 'em pull them back out
Out out out out out out out out
We gon'make 'em pull them riders out