[DJ Quik]   I'm not ya one hit wonder   And when you see me on the streets in a black jeep   know I got the heat up under   Not up under the seat, up under my cheek   Like so close to me that when I move it squeaks   I ain't no big buff dude I'm a rap singer   I exercise one muscle that's my strap finger   And I can't call it how I see it no more   'Cause these niggas'll take ya words back and twist em' like a pretzel   And these bitches be the same too   Comin' with that sob story crocodile tears trying to gang you   And that's exactly what the game do   And if you ever get caught dirty with a nigga she gon' blame you   So what in the hell you want to floss her for?   It's supposed to be bout' what a baller nigga cost that ho (yeah)   You givin' a game of black eye in ya S-5   While you niggas kick back poppin' X you let that cuz' dry   And that bitch supposed to carry her own car note (c'mon, yep)   And don't be going for that shit "I got a sore throat" (yeah)   Give that bitch a couple of Sucrets (mmm hmm)   Or give that that ho that application down on Vernon to that duplex (see ya)      [Chorus] (AMG)   When I bump on this trouble   Niggas gettin' big money on the double   Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn   Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern      When I bump on this trouble   Niggas gettin' big money on the double   Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn   Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern   The only concern      [AMG]   Bitch you get fucked, can't suck   but you want a nigga with a million bucks   A 5-double-0 and a Rover truck   I bend 'em all over 'til I know they stuck   Want to tell your friends that you fucked with A   But how many dicks did ya suck today?   Do we play ball? Do we move that weight?   All I got for a motherfuckin ho is hate   Bitch want to get drunk and high   Point that booty on to the sky   Square ass bitch go bake a pie   Get a tattoo of a dick in ya eye   Want to be flied call Continental (bitch)   The Benz ain't a rental   Sippin' on shit that ya can't pronounce   Ho quit staring at my bank account      [Chorus] (AMG)   When I bump on this trouble   Niggas gettin' big money on the double   Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn   Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern      [DJ Quik]   I'm the bomb bitch, I'm seizing   P the reason you know   'Cause pimpin'll have you seeing me with a bad ass ho   Legendary my name   Secondary you came   And you won't see me stop making hits 'till I walk with a cane   Still 5'11", 6 feet with shoes   Compton, OG nigga givin' niggas the blues   Etched in stone, makin' yo bitch fetch the bone   I'm calling the cops punk motherfuckers catch the phone   The walkie talkie, the 2-way and all of the above   Nightstick up yo ass 'til we all see blood   Fuck ya, I'm a cop too (what?)   I'm a cop me a kilo of yay   and try to get it crackin' like it's '82 (ahh yeah)   With Monte Carlos and European firms cop them El Co's on that gold lace   Dippin' round the whole place (whole place)   Fuck a 6-pack nigga cop the whole case (whole case)   And when them marks come nigga crack they whole face   The way my glock cock keep a niggas full   got him spittin' like that pitcher from the KC Royals   Socked the P.D., haters R.I.P.   Very sincerely yours   Quik nigga please      [Chorus] (AMG)   When I bump on this trouble   Niggas gettin' big money on the double   Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn   Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern      When I bump on this trouble   Niggas gettin' big money on the double   Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn   Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern   The only concern      When I bump on this trouble   Niggas gettin' big money on the double   Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn   Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern      Ahh!