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Don't No Suckaz Live Here


by Suga Free. Buy album CD: Street Gospel


I'm coming out of twilight sneak like God
Num yoho renge kyoho, 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 doggone well humidity messes up my perm

So fly, so right
Now let me take a picture of this pitcher and you decide
I see some watered down fools
Amongst my pimps man ship, 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 D.J. Quik
Now subtract that by a sucka like you and what you get?
I'm getting treated like I'm Amadeus, 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 knockin' but you can't come in

I'm in the hood, rum on the wood, it's recognizable
Got fatty ass pockets, they end up for the sizable
I'm liable to take this playa shit where it never been
Every time 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
Every time I come around, a bitch tryna twist me
I'm disappearing like Houdini, 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 2 Pac
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 swallow 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 knockin' but you can't come in

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, RayDog 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
Ahha, parlezvus français? Oui, oui
Sabes español? Si
International playa, baby

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 knockin' but you can't come in
No, no, oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah, yeah




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Album: Street Gospel (1997) Lyrics
cd Buy "Street Gospel" CD
  1. Intro
  2. Why U Bullshittin'?
  3. I'd Rather Give You My Bitch
  4. Doe Doe And A Skunk
  5. Don't No Suckaz Live Here
  6. Tip Toe
  7. I Wanna Go Home (The County Jail Song)
  8. If U Stay Ready
  9. Fly Fo Life
  10. On My Way
  11. Secrets
  12. Table Interlude
  13. Dip Da
  14. Tip Toe (Reprise)

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