Hi-C

Hi-C - Let Me Know songtekst

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(feat. DJ Quik) 



[Hi-C] 

Yeah, ahh 

Yeah, Hi-Life 

Uhh, naw 

Here we go, yeah 



Now this is for the ladies and all my dawgs 

C'mon, get your ass up off the wall 

All you had to do is give Crawf a call 

And watch me come through and get it crackin y'all 

I'm still breakin bricks with the homey Quik 

We try to get it down just as far as it gets 

Cause all I have to do is hop back and spit 

And watch all the lil' mommas start havin fits 

When I slide through the city in my Escalade 

I ain't worryin 'bout shit, cause we extra paid 

Tryin to stay sharp as a razor blade 

And you thinkin 'bout now that we got it made 

And I'ma take you right down, that ain't the case 

Ain't nuttin like mo' chips in my safe 

Stop skinnin and grinnin all in my face 

'fore I cock back and show you how my pistol taste 



[Chorus: voice box] 

If you're pimpin let me know, yeah 

But if you're simpin let me go, ho 

Cause if you're flossin this don't show, yeah 

And I ain't got no time for hoes 

Don't wanna see you no mo' 



[Hi-C] 

You can be black as smoke from a motorboat 

Or white as a egg minus all the yolk 

On 20 inch spokes or flat out broke 

We can do the thang loc cause y'all my folks 

I'm out in the street tryin to beat the heat 

Break and shake shackles up off my feet 

Po' out a little drank for the ones to see 

Man I miss you Mausberg, homey rest in peace 

I'm just down here goin through the day to day 

Chasin pay, smash if you in my way 

With 3 dimes and I'm lookin for a place to lay 

Black Tone, where you at homey? (ANDELE!) 

When we get a lil' drink we don't fight or fuss 

But we do barbecue, slap bones and cuss 

So let's get it get it hit it hit it ballin wild 

If you wanna get freak just "call mi now!" 



[Chorus] 



[DJ Quik] 

I'm role model (role model?) I roll models in and out of my room 

at night lookin guilty with they hole hollow (oh!) 

Now hit the light switch, and turn 'em back on 

And take off them clothes so I can see if youse the type (ooh man) 

Be a sad day in L.A. if I ain't ballin (yup) 

Be no dubs spinnin, dudes drankin, broads callin (nope) 

Cause I've been runnin up tabs since I was 19 

And tryin to spend the rest of my life with the right team (who that?) 

Me and Crawf Dog (Crawf) we been off y'all (off) 

Off of 2 dime pieces and playin softball 

They swallow golf balls (golf) they swallowed Crawf Dog (Crawf) 

They swallowed me and that's why I see we been off y'all (off) 

At the sports bar, drinkin Chopan and Mucal and Adios Mother 

Give me another, cause I'm loaded 

I dropped the bomb and her lil' drawers exploded 

If you think we ain't mackin miss, you moldy 



[Chorus x2]
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