European Vacation(feat. AMG) (Explicit) - DJ Quik/Problem/AMG

We're so official can we get with you

P***y so bomb like a missile boom

Last n***a hit you

He was so gone that he still needs a tissue

Is this an issue

I'm on the block taking your spot

N***as been itching to drop

Too many b***hes to pop

Money to get

I am the I am the s**t

Up in a shiny range rover alright

With a spinnin' hangover alright

Last night I had three bad mamis on molly underneath me

I got up and broke this thang open woop woop woop woop

'Cause they respects a G they do

And after that they erects the D they do

She my bat catcher and I'm tryna pitch

The whole nine innings I ain't tryna switch

'Cause it's the eastside northside westside homicide

Dancefloors burn like you went and got a perm

My music get you high enough to run from big worm

Dancefloors burn like you went and got a perm

But before I give you music you can't use

I'd rather walk in fire but without my shoes ha

I ain't a punk I just love perfection

Simon cowell on the guns bullets go in one direction uh

I slap the s**t out of a b***h a*s n***a

Running your mouth and immediately mad n***a

You wrinkled up kinda sore

With a cheap suit color of manure get on

I'm on some s**t right now

I'm 'bout to stick my

Dick up in your b***h right now

You come to compton

You could smoke with DJ quik right now

I'm on rosecrans

Headed back from the city to the

Studio with keys to let the hoes in

But when they mob in yo

They awfully overdressed

What the hell you do in those pants

Those pants 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

These all yellow of far name us

And were in out full live life in us

'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 9 with a waffle

Diamond lane yeah the D rose chicago

Bull-shit 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'

92 bandannas 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

I'mma make 'em pull their riders out what

I'mma make 'em pull them riders back out

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Make 'em pull them back out

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We gon' make 'em pull them riders out