Indiscretions In The Back Of The Limo

[Intro]

Yo, yo, yo, yo

Ay, ay, ay, ay, c'mon

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yeah-yeah-ye-yo, uh ay

Yo, ay, ay, ay, ay, c'mon

Ay look shorty tell your homegirl

put the puss on the wood, make the dick go wood y'know?

[over Intro]

Pimp Squad clique ya dig?

Big {?} done told y'all niggaz one time

DJ Quik in this bitch ya already know what it is hoe

A-Town's own one Bankhead homey (Bankhead!)

All the way to Compton ya dig?

[T.I.]

I got a bad bitch from Cali that love to blow cavi

Kinda bitch that suck ya dick and make you wanna get married

Seem like she squeeze in them jeans just barely

I can see the pussy pokin like your pants bustin open

Now we hydro blowin in the Cadillac coastin

On the way to the liquor store to go and pull a foursome

Tell her pop two of these then lemme see your knees bend

Hit the club find a bitch who familiar to freakin

Tell her shawty look, all you need is three friends

And get you to the suites, I'ma give you what you need then

Nine inches from behind on you bitches

'Til your pussy need stitches and spines outta commission

Listen tell 'em if they're ready to breeze

Bet whatever they can't eat your pussy better than me

If it's a gamble tell 'em meet me by the Phantom at 3

And now I'm, standin with three bitches challengin me

Before you know it

[Chorus: T.I.]

Three bitches in the back of the ride

Suckin dick 'til they're satisfied

Fo' bitches in the back of the ride

Suckin titties 'til they satisfied

I got, five bitches in the back of the ride

They ass pokin from the back of they thighs

As I say, six bitches in the back of the ride

Eatin pussy 'til they satisfied, c'mon

[T.I.]

Five in the morning broads at my do'

{?} smokin 'cross the hardwood flo'

Open up the door don't recognize a face

But was surprised by the size of her thighs and waist

Ay, waste no time tell her come on in

I'm fresh out of Grey Goose and no more Henn'

But shawty got a thong on and fo' mo' friends

See when you live like the man ye ain't gotta pretend

I got her kissin in the mouth on the couch in the den

Then I put it in right up over her chin

Tell her rub in your face, it'll clear up your skin

And that's with all due respect, I ain't tryin to offend ya

It's, like I told you when we met at the club

You in the, wrong place if you were lookin for love

I'm fin' to find a couple freaks, buy a bottle and dip

Y'all oughta be followin Tip to holler and miss, I got

[Chorus]

[DJ Quik]

I'm dope, I'm bomb, I'm wounded and I'm so feeble

Can't believe the bullshit I'm gettin from these people

If I go to San Diego, I can't get no bitch

Because the B-Dawgs beat the shit out of 'em all, and they tragic

Bitin off they nipples and bash 'em like y'all savage

Pullin out they hair got they self esteem damaged

I still love pussy but I don't eat the shit that comes with it

You can keep it if I can't hit and quit it because

It's D-J Q-U-I-C-K who you thought it was

C-O-M-P-T-O-N, flossin the proper buzz

I cut my perm out so I wouldn't look burned out

A young thug geekin off these beats that I churned out

I'm bad, I'm the Mad Hatter, wish I was fatter

But that's a dream weighin on my life like a triple beam

A life that simple seems harder to fathom

So I'm in Manhattan and Harlem gettin at 'em, in a Bentley

[New Chorus: Quik]

Three bitches in the back of the ride

Suckin dick until they satisfied

Fo' bitches in the back of the ride

Lickin nipples 'til they satisfied

We got, five bitches in the back of the ride

They ass pokin out the back of they thighs

Six bitches in the back of the ride

Spendin money cause we satisfied