DJ Quik — I Wanna See

[*scratched* “Do you wanna see?”] [Intro: DJ Quik + Hi-C] Yes, trademark on that ass And it’s the H-I-dash Yeah, Mister DJ Quik Check this out—ay nigga, what you got on my CD, nigga? You better quit listening to your woman’s and go buy your own, fool Check this out [Verse 1] [DJ Quik] It’s like a 1, 2, 3, 3, to 2, 1 Hi-C and DJ Quik have just begun Cruisin’ the W slash just for fun And when my homies come with the straps, you best run Trippin’, now you’re fuckin’ with a massive team Mister Hi-C fills your throat with cream So put on your vest, punk, let’s put it to rest Let this booger rat see how we can nut on her chest [Hi-C] Yeah, yo Quik, I hit a bitch that was fine as fuck I really wanna see if she was giving it up I got at homegirl like, “What’s up with that ass?” Two days later, she let me smash I start rippin’ it out, got to dickin’ it out I remember her face but couldn’t figure it out Later on we stroll to my mama crib Come to find out that bitch was my relative [DJ Quik] Now see, that’s the kinda shit that you’re up against Fuckin’ with them bitches that ain’t got good sense Now I don’t mean to diss your distant blood, but then The hooker shoulda known she was your next of kin Now of them type of bitches, see, I likes to get rid Because getting set up by a bitch is my biggest fear So meet me on my couch and I’ll give you the real That all I got for you, baby, is a dick and a heave [Hi-C] Yeah, you gotta fuck ‘em, feed ‘em, and forget about ‘em And if my girl ask, I don’t know shit about ‘em You don’t want me, you just want my wealth How the fuck you love me and you don’t love yourself? I don’t know carazy, don’t know karate But I’ll put a bullet hole inside your Versace Watch me, I’m not the one to trust Come and suck up on these nuts like a slut [Chorus] (“Do you wanna see?) I wanna see what you got for me (“Do you wanna see?) I heard you do it so right (“Do you wanna see?) I wanna see what you got for me (“Do you wanna see?) I heard you do it so right [Verse 2] [DJ Quik] Now I’m, puffin’ on a Newport, lookin’ for a new sport Slam dunkin’ in your pussy, I got the home court Advantage, you can’t manage to insert the damage So wrap your pussy in a bandage Come on, bitch, you better tell me somethin’ Before I pour this Boone’s Farm in your belly button And uh, I can’t fuck you if your pussy’s stinky But if it’s clean, uh oh, look out (There’s Mister Winky!) Making love is like ecstasy [Hi-C] Especially when you serve with the H-I-C Don’t mess with me, I’ma do you right When I hit that thigh, it’s like exercise Now 1 and 2, come on, work it out now 3 and 4, put this in your mouth Niggas can’t fuck with the style, you don’t hear me Have your mama and your daddy screaming, “Oh, really!” [DJ Quik] Now pussy ain’t nothin’ but meat on a bone You fuck it and you suck and you leave it alone Now tell me how many bitches think that you can fade me When my dick is getting sampled more than a breakbeat I’m a horny type of fellow; I’ll fuck you, brown or yellow Move your cellulite ass, make it shake like Jell-O ‘Cause some of you bitches need to exercise With the stretchmark train tracks running down your thighs [Hi-C] Falling back on that ass with no hesitation Shit feels good like ejaculation Bet they can’t wait for the penetration But if she talk shit, I get to masturbatin’ I give it to ya high, I give it to ya low Some niggas fuck fast while (I go slow) Hi-C and DJ Quik, ya playa hatin’ muthafuckas can’t fuck with this [Chorus] (“Do you wanna see?) I wanna see what you got for me (“Do you wanna see?) I heard you do it so right (“Do you wanna see?) I wanna see what you got for me (“Do you wanna see?) I heard you do it so right [Hi-C] I had two bomb bitches jumpin’ in my bed One fell down and start giving me head I called my nigga and the homie said “Don’t fuck with them bitches, you’ll end up dead” When it comes to sex I keep it clean When it comes to pussy, I’m a fiend Ain’t giving up shit but ding-a-ling And if the bitch get hungry, hit Burger King [DJ Quik] I heard you sip dick like a coffee cup So dribble on my gobble and make it stand up But in 19-90…if you’s a stranger Lick up on this rubber ‘cause I don’t like danger And when I fuck you in my back seat I’m running laps around your pussy like a track meet ‘Cause I’m the DJ Q-U-I-K and I wanna bone ya Crawf, ask this bitch (Do you wanna…?) [Chorus] (“Do you wanna see?) I wanna see what you got for me (“Do you wanna see?) I heard you do it so right (“Do you wanna see?) I wanna see what you got for me (“Do you wanna see?) I heard you do it so right (“Do you wanna see?) I wanna see what you got for me (“Do you wanna see?) I heard you do it so right (“Do you wanna see?) I wanna see what you got for me (“Do you wanna see?) I heard you do it so right (“I’m gonna do it”) Hi-C’s in the house (So right, so right, so right, so right) (So right, so right, so right, so right) (So right, so right, so right, so right) (Sho you right…yeah, sho you right) (So right…)