DJ Quik — Fandango Live

[Verse 1: DJ Quik] Yeah, you might find me in the Century Club Fresh kicks, fresh cut, pocket full of dubs Box of Altoids for my paranoid niggas actin' foul Stop smokin if you can't be proud Adult star night, not another bar fight Inglewood niggas actin' right in the spotlight Me, I'm righter than invisible set I'm visibly wet, slurrin' and I'm lookin' for my pet I'm faster than massa with a whip on her, ask her If she sippin' wit'cha, bird, if she not, we move past her And I ain't hatin I'm just diggin ya ass girl Is that the collagen shot? Is that what your mama got? I'm so rugged, bullet wound in back of the axe handle Blunt force trauma kinda thuggin' And I ain't never been what the cat drug in B-Real, Quikster keep ya mean muggin California clownin', bounce to sundown In the moonlight groovin', trippin' off the saloon fight We Fandango, the next day hangover Got me feelin like I hit a train in a Range Rover [Chorus] Feel free to lose your mind, let your brain go Fuck the tango, do the Fandango Triple step, right left, then you let your dame go Spin around 'til you get a hangover Take your doo rag off, let your brain grow Fuck the tango, do the Fandango Triple step, right left, then you let your man go Spin around 'til you get a hangover (Ladies and gentlemen, B-Real) [Verse 2: B-Real] Watch me climb out the whip with the bird on my hip She wanna set it off in the club, don't trip We crack a bottle and all my fam take a sip Any haters wanna pop at the lip, we come equipped We get the paper and savor the flavor But never forget about the haters who constantly imitate us Homie, we creators and players and rhyme sayers For layers of words, let me say it in terms That you can understand so clearly, you feelin' me fam? She's on the floor 'cause of my homie Quik, man Feel some more but you don't really understand Yeah I seen it before but it's gettin' out of hand Mami's diggin' for more, she's posin' for the cam Little beef got the dancefloor slammed No tango, straight Fandango Birds flock to us like heads to Kangols [Chorus] Feel free to lose your mind, let your brain go Fuck the tango, do the Fandango Triple step, right left, then you let your dame go Spin around 'til you get a hangover (What?) Take your doo rag off, let your brain grow (Woo) Fuck the tango, do the Fandango Triple step, right left, then you let your man go Spin around 'til you get a hangover [Verse 3: DJ Quik] I'm a master in disguise, movin' swiftly to the thighs Move faster than me, then I recognize That I ain't really got nothin' to hide But the bratwurst in your girl second, bad ones first And Compton is still on my mind I remember when we used to get scared when they got behind us One-time sayin' they been tryin' to find us But they got the wrong niggas, nevermind us My tongue tumbles like I'm bumblebee stung Rip out the stinger, you keep talkin' shit I whip out the ringer How many times does it have to end Right before 12:00 A.M., why you packin' a Slim Jim? I gets down on the mic like I went down on a bike Road rash, skin peelin' tonight The club ain't never crackin' 'til the haters be gone We need to build the eliminator hater light, and put it on 'em [Chorus] Feel free to lose your mind, let your brain go Fuck the tango, do the Fandango Triple step, right left, then you let your dame go Spin around 'til you get a hangover Take your doo rag off, let your brain grow Fuck the tango, do the Fandango Triple step, right left, then you let your man go Spin around 'til you get a hangover [Outro: DJ Quik & B-Real] When I say "Cypress" y'all say "Hill" Cypress (Hill), Cypress (Hill) When I say "Cypress" y'all say "Hill" Come on, Cypress (Hill), Cypress (Hill) When I say "DJ" y'all say "Quik" Get it, DJ (Quik), DJ (Quik) When I say "Compton" y'all say "Cali" Compton (Cali), Compton (Cali) Big up to DJ Quik, thank you for that, mayne