Dr. Dre, Knoc-Turn'al - Bad Intentions текст песни

Put your cups up, get your smoke in Baby, we partying, ain’t nobody loc’n
Who you provoking, what you want now?
Take a look around, it’s pimp shit goin down
It’s a lot of bitches, a whole lot of freaks
Top notch hoes, they flock in every week
What you wan' do, get your next thrill
Take an X pill, how the sex feel?
Damn you lookin good, all ten of y’all
Wwanna roll (yeaaah!), I’m dicking y’all
Keep your face down, keep your ass up You know what your doing, keep that shit moving
Keep them titties jumping, keep the Henny coming
Every bitch in here need to be touching something
I know they like it hot, that’s why I keep it hot
So how the fuck could they not want a piece of Doc?
I don’t give a fuck cause I’m just
Drinkin, smokin, straight West-coasting
Bitches puttin ass in motion
Pussy poppin, sex promotin
Got a cup?
Got a blunt?
That’s your bitch?
Really I don’t…
All I really know is your ho wants to be with me, and she ain’t playin
And what I’m sayin (she creeps with me)
And sleeps, between the sheets
Soon as the door close
I make 'em curl toes, they all wanna get chose
We never love y’all, my niggas all macks
We sip a lot of Yak, fuck and never call back
Pack women in the club until it’s pitch black
Thugs on their block wonderin where their bitch at Where you think nigga? She with the Aftermath
Called her house, she ain’t home, she with Aftermath
No talkin, fuck how your day go You want dick (yeeeaah!), will bitch say so Don’t be shy now, probably the best at it They say a party ain’t a party until the west at it Gravitate to the Doc like it’s automatic
Take your clothes off, make me wanna grab it Turn around with it, make me wanna stab it (yeaah)
Time to get it crackin, show me them bad habits (oooh)
When she’s all alone she sneaks out to be with me And what I’m sayin is she ain’t playin (she creeps with me)
And sleeps, between the sheets
Yeah, Aftermath, Doc Dre, 5-star surgeon general (yeaaah!)
Nocturnal, L.A. Confidential (yeaaah!)
What up Infinite, Mahagony droppin the instrumental (yeaaah!)
Do the math, Aftermath gets the last laugh (yeaaah!)