John Doe

feat. AMG, DJ Quik, Hi-see, Swift * from the forthcoming "Informal Introduction" {*scratching*} [Verse: Shade Sheist] Yo, it ain't nothin' new (ain't nothin'), just a change in the name Sheist done came and changed the game unexplained Ways for days show you how to wait for your pay Cause when Shade fuck up your sales, all your checks delay And now niggas mad cause Shade can pull up in a Jag Hands free, chaperone all gettin' the door And I ain't even interested in stealing your whore So why these niggas actin like they want to marry the floor? Like they ain't seen me breeze past all the gaurds at the door Like I'm just wearin' this jacket to be hot I flash the juice card, man this shit ain't hard And It's the same thing at the same spot What's my name? [Chorus] (2x) [Vocoder Box:]It's John Doe [DJ Quik:] 4-5's spittin' up outta the [Vocoder Box:]Four Door [DJ Quik:] No return fire cause they [Vocoder Box:]Too slow {*gunshots*} [DJ Quik:] What's the dilly? [Vocoder Box:] Cause we kill for a living [DJ Quik:] We kill for a livin' [Verse: Shade Sheist] They want to know why I keep it so simple I see that they just don't get it like my Nextel signal Sheist on some other shit, Centinella gutter shit Cards on the table, you can hit me or split And see now I fucked around and got Quik on the shit So just imagine how many hips break when they dip And all the excessive paper cuts from counting the grip And how my legs hurt from humpin' back and forth in the whip At only 35, coverage is a bitch on a six And I ain't even got my first plaque yet (plaque yet) Sheist, will still run circles over niggas who want it And we ain't even gotta make the bets yet Nigga what's my name? [Chorus] (2x) [Verse: Hi-C] Throat-choke a hoe, Big Giggolo Pimp the world, handcuff your hoe Twurk your girl, when I step into the atmosphere Niggas strapped wit fear, uh! Is he is what I said he is and all When I pimp bitches all dick and balls Shade Sheist nothin' nice, new to the game Get your money homie, bitch what's my name? [Verse: AMG] Hey-hey! we gon' hit these niggas where it hurt (uh) Put the worm in your mouth like a perch (uh) When I'm cum boo you gon' need a cert Bust one, jump in the Monte Carlo and skirt (skirt!) Give em naps, give 'em dap, then I holla holla back "Hey nigga where you goin'?" Boo I'm checkin' my traps y'all niggas done shitted and stepped back in it I'll fuck a nigga up all I need is five minutes. [Verse: Swift] Swift, and I pimp hoes like it's a gift I got game so you know I'm "The Answer" like Allen I. Got your whole style shook like 'Quilles or Kobe Bry' While money multiply you haters ask why No you can't stop the pimpin' the pimpin' is too fly Runnin' game on yo wife while you out flossin' your ride But she said, "if you ain't busy, or close in the vicinity Stop on by and come get the thighs." [Chorus] [Chorus] [Vocoder Box:]It's John Doe [DJ Quik:] 4-5's spittin' up outta the [Vocoder Box:]Four Door [DJ Quik:] No return fire cause they [Vocoder Box:]Too slow {*gunshots*} [DJ Quik:] What's the dilly? [Vocoder Box:] Cause we kill for a living [DJ Quik:] And we hungry nigga {*gunshots*}