Don't No Suckaz Live Here - Suga Free

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Embed: Naw baby, I'm that brother that you used to dream about in yo bed
When you woke up, soaking wet between yo leg
You ain't runnin' nothin' here but your mouth
And trippin' is what you do, but money's what I'm about
You messin' up again with me, when will you learn?
Knowing dog-on well humidity messes up my perm
So fly! So right!
Now let me take a picture of this pitchure and you decide
I see some watered-down fools amongst my pimpsmanship
Hey Bubba, you with me? (Yeah, playa!) They can't pimp me
I'm a genuine mack and if you got some dirt
We'll put it in a pot and plant it, if it grow that'll hurt
So what really separates me from you is
I'm never satisfied when it come to my chips
So you, you, him her, them fools in the back
Suckas, tricks, bloods, crips, I'm a west coast mack
From me to you, straight from the street
A thousand dollas a day multiplied by each blister on her feet
Equals me, Playa-Hamm and DJ Quik
Now substract that by a sucka like you and what you get?
I'm getting treated like I'm Ama-Deus, a playa like Horisson
Cooler than Arthur Fonserelly and free like Jim Morisson

Don't no suckas live here
You can bet yo bottom dollar on that
Don't no suckas live here
You can bet yo bottom dollar on that
Don't no suckas live here
You can bet yo bottom dollar on that
Don't no suckas live here
Keep on nockin' but you can't come in

(2 - Playa-Hamm)
I'm in the hood, rum on the wood, it's recognizeable
Got fatty-assed pockets, they end up for the sizeable
I'm liable to take this playa shit where it never been
Everytime I pick up my pen I puts it down lifestyle
This how I'm livin'
Been Up in this the whole while they multiply the division
My pants sag, ain't no flag though I'm associated
With pimps, hustlas, macks and tricks who playa hate
Now these hoes, wishin they could miss me
Everytime I come around, a bitch tryina twist me
I'm disappearing like Whodini, they ain't seein' this
Up in the cut I pimp that ass, they rather pee in this
I rip the smack like it's capital
Played it like it's Cavistar
Now they Jock like I'm 2Pac
Hoe-knockin with the fascinating Suga Free
P-P, motherfuckin' C
Eternally yours with the doors open wide now
Ain't no place for you fakes and frogs to hide now
Supreme hood rat hoes, here me to the beat
Slang that ass for a chance to ride back seat
Trick niggaz let 'em leap but I can't follow 'em
Thirty minutes in the suite they wanna swollow cum
The drama unfolds bitch, everywhere the P flows
I ain't pennin' pussy, but this is how it goes

Don't no suckas live here
You can bet yo bottom dollar on that
Don't no suckas live here
You can bet yo bottom dollar on that
Don't no suckas live here
You can bet yo bottom dollar on that
Don't no suckas live here
Keep on nockin' but you can't come in

(Suga Free Ad-libs)

(3 - Suga Free)
Baby you know that "Welcome" sign you seen
Before you came into my house
Put a "U-N" on that welcome and turn around and get the hell out
And don't tell your boyfriend you live here, Game
And I put you stuff in storage on your mama's name
Now see baby run, run baby run
Here I come with DJ Quik, Ray-Dog and Shot Gun
I bust a trick, with my trick, by my trick, in front of my trick
In back of my trick and on the side of my trick, trick!
Oh no baby, what you mean you didn't get your check?
You better call your case worker before I break your neck
But y'all broke-ass brothers wanna give them freaks a chance
Potna that junk played out with Atari, Tuck skins and parachute pants
So say what's up to your forever-treatin-a-freak-bad
Friendly-neighborhood-playa-potna Suga Free, man
Ah-ha, parlez-vus français? Oui, oui!
Sabes español? Si!
International playa, baby!

No! No! Oh! Oh!
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Don't No Suckaz Live Here Lyrics

I'm coming out of twi-light sneak like God!
"Num Yo-Ho Ren-Ge Kyo-Ho"
Naw baby, I'm that brother that you used to dream about in yo bed
When you woke up, soaking wet between yo leg
You ain't runnin' nothin' here but your mouth
And trippin' is what you do, but money's what I'm about
You messin' up again with me, when will you learn?
Knowing dog-on well humidity messes up my perm
So fly! So right!
Now let me take a picture of this pitchure and you decide
I see some watered-down fools amongst my pimpsmanship
Hey Bubba, you with me? (Yeah, playa!) They can't pimp me
I'm a genuine mack and if you got some dirt
We'll put it in a pot and plant it, if it grow that'll hurt
So what really separates me from you is
I'm never satisfied when it come to my chips
So you, you, him her, them fools in the back
Suckas, tricks, bloods, crips, I'm a west coast mack
From me to you, straight from the street
A thousand dollas a day multiplied by each blister on her feet
Equals me, Playa-Hamm and DJ Quik
Now substract that by a sucka like you and what you get?
I'm getting treated like I'm Ama-Deus, a playa like Horisson
Cooler than Arthur Fonserelly and free like Jim Morisson

Don't no suckas live here
You can bet yo bottom dollar on that
Don't no suckas live here
You can bet yo bottom dollar on that
Don't no suckas live here
You can bet yo bottom dollar on that
Don't no suckas live here
Keep on nockin' but you can't come in

(2 - Playa-Hamm)
I'm in the hood, rum on the wood, it's recognizeable
Got fatty-assed pockets, they end up for the sizeable
I'm liable to take this playa shit where it never been
Everytime I pick up my pen I puts it down lifestyle
This how I'm livin'
Been Up in this the whole while they multiply the division
My pants sag, ain't no flag though I'm associated
With pimps, hustlas, macks and tricks who playa hate
Now these hoes, wishin they could miss me
Everytime I come around, a bitch tryina twist me
I'm disappearing like Whodini, they ain't seein' this
Up in the cut I pimp that ass, they rather pee in this
I rip the smack like it's capital
Played it like it's Cavistar
Now they Jock like I'm 2Pac
Hoe-knockin with the fascinating Suga Free
P-P, motherfuckin' C
Eternally yours with the doors open wide now
Ain't no place for you fakes and frogs to hide now
Supreme hood rat hoes, here me to the beat
Slang that ass for a chance to ride back seat
Trick niggaz let 'em leap but I can't follow 'em
Thirty minutes in the suite they wanna swollow cum
The drama unfolds bitch, everywhere the P flows
I ain't pennin' pussy, but this is how it goes

Don't no suckas live here
You can bet yo bottom dollar on that
Don't no suckas live here
You can bet yo bottom dollar on that
Don't no suckas live here
You can bet yo bottom dollar on that
Don't no suckas live here
Keep on nockin' but you can't come in

(Suga Free Ad-libs)

(3 - Suga Free)
Baby you know that "Welcome" sign you seen
Before you came into my house
Put a "U-N" on that welcome and turn around and get the hell out
And don't tell your boyfriend you live here, Game
And I put you stuff in storage on your mama's name
Now see baby run, run baby run
Here I come with DJ Quik, Ray-Dog and Shot Gun
I bust a trick, with my trick, by my trick, in front of my trick
In back of my trick and on the side of my trick, trick!
Oh no baby, what you mean you didn't get your check?
You better call your case worker before I break your neck
But y'all broke-ass brothers wanna give them freaks a chance
Potna that junk played out with Atari, Tuck skins and parachute pants
So say what's up to your forever-treatin-a-freak-bad
Friendly-neighborhood-playa-potna Suga Free, man
Ah-ha, parlez-vus français? Oui, oui!
Sabes español? Si!
International playa, baby!

No! No! Oh! Oh!
Oh! Oh! Yeah! Yeah!

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Born Dejuan Rice on January 17, 1970) is an American rapper from Pomona, California. He is considered a regional artist, whose fanbase primarily resides in Southern California, but his fanbase there is intensely loyal. Within his fanbase, he is well-known for his unorthodox flow - he can rap at incredible speeds with wild variations in meter - his highly syncopated and staccato delivery, and his unashamed self-presentation as an authentic and flamboyant street pimp. Suga Free is from Pomona, California. He is somewhat unusual among rappers who claim to "pimp" in that he actually was (and possibly still is) an actual pimp, having made his living from managing street prostitutes before. He has stated that his rapping is actually secondary to his pimping career, though this may have changed somewhat in recent years.

He began his professional rapping career working with DJ Quik, with Quik serving as the producer on his debut album, Street Gospel. Released in 1997, it fell short of commercial expectations, but was praised by many underground rap fans in California, and is seen as a "street classic" by many of them. The DJ Quik production on this album was considered to be refreshing compared to the stereotypical West Coast G-Funk sound that had dominated most of the early 90's, as he incorporated elements of jazz, funk, rhythm and blues, and even rock and roll to create instrumentals that caught the ears of many listeners. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.

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