Dj Quik

Dj Quik - Sex Crymee lyrics

[DJ Quik]

They got an ATM in the strip club

And when it's all trick money every crisp dub

Switch your mouth put a dolla on a bottled water

I'll then blame on a fight with a man's daughter

When you see us comin in, pat us down playa

Cus we aint goin for that muthafuckin shit later

Lookin for the hoes, all the best you got

It's little Quik and I come to spend a knot

In about a hour I'ma be a proper groom

Mike Bezy getting sculled in the upper room

Top Dog taught me this is how to go

If I aint havin fun, what I'm livin fo?

Whether a barberry coast or a batch stars

Or at first kings, we in a hundred thousand dollar cars

We aint doin the worst, we be doin the best

Now what's up with the manach sex

[Chorus]

Try me (Try me)

Take me to your room and ride me (Ride me)

And baby when you're through, you can hide me (Hide me)

I wanna be your new Sex Crymee

So if you wanna a true

Try me (Try me)

Take me to your room and ride me (Ride me)

And baby when you're through, you can hide me (Hide me)

I wanna be your new Sex Crymee

Now what you talkin 'bout?

[DJ Quik]

We be all over the states, lookin for the greats

Hoes with the reputations for having cakes

Puerto Rican mami with the black in it

Whole booty looking like a heart with a crack in it

Cabrini green style, say it three times fast

Before you do you in love with the ass

Top Dog, Playa Hamm bought her out

Show these L.A. niggas what we talkin about

She wanna give you pain till you feel it

Claimin that you came on the Peni and the cillin

Get down on it like Creeton with your thang

3 or 4 tag team really aint a thang

With a...She got game

I love you like stranger, sex infinite

I need you like a magma for a few minutes

Pull your panties down some or at least to the side

So I can Slip 'n Slide

I like to lick you're paw prints

I wanna show how raw that a jaw gets

Bang down on ya kidney and it all hits

That's it take it off do raw shit

[Chorus]

Try me (Try me)

Take me to your room and ride me (Ride me)

And baby when you're through, you can hide me (Hide me)

I wanna be your new Sex Crymee

So if you wanna a true

Try me (Try me)

Take me to your room and ride me (Ride me)

And baby when you're through, you can hide me (Hide me)

I wanna be your new Sex Crymee

Now what you talkin 'bout?

[DJ Quik]

You actin like you aint tired

You make me wanna just stay up all night doin this shit

You actin like we aint both gotta be somewhere

When you first put it in that's the...that's the best part

Doin it without a rubber like if that's smart

Balls in ya jaws, lovin the walls you crawl

Pillow case bitin and I'm inviting you all

Tell me, what's the best form of stress relief

Some head in the bed or some Ecs to keep

And I'm lookin for the broads that I saw in the mall

They got my number told you I was about to call y'all

I beat your pussy like you stole somethin

Bringin you down slow humpin

I'm losing my religion, just like Pac

Lookin for a broad to get up in the cock

Cus a G aint shit without a bitch in his bed

And money don't mean nothing if you're rich and ya dead

So I'm slappin the cheeks

And while you niggas scrappin in the streets

I'm smackin in the sheets

[Chorus]

Try me (Try me)

Take me to your room and ride me (Ride me)

And baby when you're through, you can hide me (Hide me)

I wanna be your new Sex Crymee

So if you wanna a true

Try me (Try me)

Take me to your room and ride me (Ride me)

And baby when you're through, you can hide me (Hide me)

I wanna be your new Sex Crymee

Now what you talkin 'bout?

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