[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)
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)
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