DJ Quik Indiscretions in the Back of the Limo Lyrics

[Intro]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Ay, ay, ay, ay, c'mon
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yeah-yeah-ye-yo, uh ay
Yo, ay, ay, ay, ay, c'mon
Ay look shorty tell your homegirl
put the puss on the wood, make the d___ go wood y'know?

[over Intro]
Pimp Squad clique ya dig?
Big {?} done told y'all n____z one time
DJ Quik in this b____ ya already know what it is hoe
A-Town's own one Bankhead homey (Bankhead!)
All the way to Compton ya dig?

[T.I.]
I got a bad b____ from Cali that love to blow cavi
Kinda b____ that suck ya d___ and make you wanna get married
Seem like she squeeze in them jeans just barely
I can see the p____ pokin like your pants bustin open
Now we hydro blowin in the Cadillac coastin
On the way to the liquor store to go and pull a foursome
Tell her pop two of these then lemme see your knees bend
Hit the club find a b____ who familiar to freakin
Tell her shawty look, all you need is three friends
And get you to the suites, I'ma give you what you need then
Nine inches from behind on you b____es
'Til your p____ need stitches and spines outta commission
Listen tell 'em if they're ready to breeze
Bet whatever they can't eat your p____ better than me
If it's a gamble tell 'em meet me by the Phantom at 3
And now I'm, standin with three b____es challengin me
Before you know it

[Chorus: T.I.]
Three b____es in the back of the ride
Suckin d___ 'til they're satisfied
Fo' b____es in the back of the ride
Suckin t__ties 'til they satisfied
I got, five b____es in the back of the ride
They a__ pokin from the back of they thighs
As I say, six b____es in the back of the ride
Eatin p____ 'til they satisfied, c'mon

[T.I.]
Five in the morning broads at my do'
{?} smokin 'cross the hardwood flo'
Open up the door don't recognize a face
But was surprised by the size of her thighs and waist
Ay, waste no time tell her come on in
I'm fresh out of Grey Goose and no more Henn'
But shawty got a thong on and fo' mo' friends
See when you live like the man ye ain't gotta pretend
I got her kissin in the mouth on the couch in the den
Then I put it in right up over her chin
Tell her rub in your face, it'll clear up your skin
And that's with all due respect, I ain't tryin to offend ya
It's, like I told you when we met at the club
You in the, wrong place if you were lookin for love
I'm fin' to find a couple freaks, buy a bottle and dip
Y'all oughta be followin Tip to holler and miss, I got

[Chorus]

[DJ Quik]
I'm dope, I'm bomb, I'm wounded and I'm so feeble
Can't believe the bullshit I'm gettin from these people
If I go to San Diego, I can't get no b____
Because the B-Dawgs beat the s___ out of 'em all, and they tragic
Bitin off they nipples and bash 'em like y'all savage
Pullin out they hair got they self esteem damaged
I still love p____ but I don't eat the s___ that comes with it
You can keep it if I can't hit and quit it because
It's D-J Q-U-I-C-K who you thought it was
C-O-M-P-T-O-N, flossin the proper buzz
I cut my perm out so I wouldn't look burned out
A young thug geekin off these beats that I churned out
I'm bad, I'm the Mad Hatter, wish I was fatter
But that's a dream weighin on my life like a triple beam
A life that simple seems harder to fathom
So I'm in Manhattan and Harlem gettin at 'em, in a Bentley

[New Chorus - Quik]
Three b____es in the back of the ride
Suckin d___ until they satisfied
Fo' b____es in the back of the ride
Lickin nipples 'til they satisfied
We got, five b____es in the back of the ride
They a__ pokin out the back of they thighs
Six b____es in the back of the ride
Spendin money cause we satisfied