[DJ Quik Talking]   Momma   I know you said that you wanted a record you could listen to   With no cussing and shit   I tried   But I still gotta do this      [Verse 1]   Yo   Jingle jingle   We've go the lingo   With so much heat it's hard for us to pick the first single   It don't matter cuz I'm underground anyway   Rich balling, bitch call and fly any day   You dirty niggas y'all too whack to dance   Y'all need to ease up off that now before y'all splint y'all pants   And leave that up to my niggas, young fly niggas   Getting down you and I niggas dont try niggas   I changed my mind I don't want your bitch   Cuz sorry ass women just don't get rich   You could keep her   I'd rather have a fifi bag because it's cheaper   You can't come up for NL   I gets deeper   And my hold is so cold, it's a sleeper   So pass the reafer   And to you false balling niggas just grab your crotches   But if you paid nigga pat your pockets      [Hook]   And for sure   You've got yours   I've got mine's and we're balling   So call up everybody   Let's pitch in ona party for sure   [x2]      [Verse 2]   Alright   Somebody play the potato   Let's take a ballad   On who gonna invite the hoes that make the party valid   Cuz we don't need a whole crib full of dudes again   And here come the police with them big black boots again   Kicking niggas out   Hand cuffing and stuffing they banging jacky chicken in they mouth   And time to shine pitching a fit   Cuz somebody rolled her bud in a heeny blunt and won't pass the shit   Who keeps turning the lights on?   Why the music keep skipping?   And why these dirty khaki niggas tripping?   I don't know I'm Quik and I'm still delighted   500 dollars worth of white star   About to hide it   Cuz y'all ain't drinking mine up   You better drink that anj and palmason and the rest of that wine up   You party haters need to stop it   I think we really about to pat your pockets      [Hook]   [x2]      [Verse 3]   Hey baby   My girlfriend left me today   So which one of you old ragedy ass bitches wanna come in here and play?   That's what my homie told and try to cop the cancun   Then I caught him in there hunching in my downstairs bathroom   And in the kitchen and up in there on the dancefloor   By the big screen t.v. where your pants go?   Some of you niggas I swear   I try to throw y'all a ragedy ass party   And y'all don't even care   Cigarette burns in my plush   Empty beer bottles in the brush   And my bitch acting like a lush   Boy what else could go wrong?   Somebody kick the extension cord out   [Music stops, DJ Quik talking]   Move!   Y'all gotta be some of the clumsiest muthafuckas   [Music starts up again]   To the sounds, now some   Y'all done fucked up   Get out, get on   Speed up nigga   Get up, take your weed on   Ya nigga, the drunk nigga said it   Your pockets, that's where I'm sending   K go      [Hook]