Don't No Suckaz Live Here

I'm coming out of twi-light sneak like God! "Num Yo-Ho Ren-Ge Kyo-Ho" Naw baby, I'm that brother that you used to dream about in yo bed When you woke up, soaking wet between yo leg You ain't runnin' nothin' here but your mouth And trippin' is what you do, but money's what I'm about You messin' up again with me, when will you learn? Knowing dog-on well humidity messes up my perm So fly! So right! Now let me take a picture of this pitchure and you decide I see some watered-down fools amongst my pimpsmanship Hey Bubba, you with me? (Yeah, playa!) They can't pimp me I'm a genuine mack and if you got some dirt We'll put it in a pot and plant it, if it grow that'll hurt So what really separates me from you is I'm never satisfied when it come to my chips So you, you, him her, them fools in the back Suckas, tricks, bloods, crips, I'm a west coast mack From me to you, straight from the street A thousand dollas a day multiplied by each blister on her feet Equals me, Playa-Hamm and DJ Quik Now substract that by a sucka like you and what you get? I'm getting treated like I'm Ama-Deus, a playa like Horisson Cooler than Arthur Fonserelly and free like Jim Morisson Don't no suckas live here You can bet yo bottom dollar on that Don't no suckas live here You can bet yo bottom dollar on that Don't no suckas live here You can bet yo bottom dollar on that Don't no suckas live here Keep on nockin' but you can't come in (2 - Playa-Hamm) I'm in the hood, rum on the wood, it's recognizeable Got fatty-assed pockets, they end up for the sizeable I'm liable to take this playa shit where it never been Everytime I pick up my pen I puts it down lifestyle This how I'm livin' Been Up in this the whole while they multiply the division My pants sag, ain't no flag though I'm associated With pimps, hustlas, macks and tricks who playa hate Now these hoes, wishin they could miss me Everytime I come around, a bitch tryina twist me I'm disappearing like Whodini, they ain't seein' this Up in the cut I pimp that ass, they rather pee in this I rip the smack like it's capital Played it like it's Cavistar Now they Jock like I'm 2Pac Hoe-knockin with the fascinating Suga Free P-P, motherfuckin' C Eternally yours with the doors open wide now Ain't no place for you fakes and frogs to hide now Supreme hood rat hoes, here me to the beat Slang that ass for a chance to ride back seat Trick niggaz let 'em leap but I can't follow 'em Thirty minutes in the suite they wanna swollow cum The drama unfolds bitch, everywhere the P flows I ain't pennin' pussy, but this is how it goes Don't no suckas live here You can bet yo bottom dollar on that Don't no suckas live here You can bet yo bottom dollar on that Don't no suckas live here You can bet yo bottom dollar on that Don't no suckas live here Keep on nockin' but you can't come in (Suga Free Ad-libs) (3 - Suga Free) Baby you know that "Welcome" sign you seen Before you came into my house Put a "U-N" on that welcome and turn around and get the hell out And don't tell your boyfriend you live here, Game And I put you stuff in storage on your mama's name Now see baby run, run baby run Here I come with DJ Quik, Ray-Dog and Shot Gun I bust a trick, with my trick, by my trick, in front of my trick In back of my trick and on the side of my trick, trick! Oh no baby, what you mean you didn't get your check? You better call your case worker before I break your neck But y'all broke-ass brothers wanna give them freaks a chance Potna that junk played out with Atari, Tuck skins and parachute pants So say what's up to your forever-treatin-a-freak-bad Friendly-neighborhood-playa-potna Suga Free, man Ah-ha, parlez-vus français? Oui, oui! Sabes español? Si! International playa, baby! No! No! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Yeah! Yeah!