Letra Sucka free de Dj Quik

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1995

Sucka free

[ performed by playa hamm ]

[ quik ] hamm, whats up, nigga!
[ hamm ] whats up, my brother
Just loungin, you know
Bout to crack this 40 ounce
[ quik ] oh, look at you, lil ol alcoholic-ass nigga
[ hamm ] well, you know I got to have it, my brother, aint nothin changed
You wanna hit it?
[ quik ] yeah - whats up?
[ hamm ] hey man, you tell me
Whats up with the album, man?
[ quik ] hey man, we tryina finish that muthafucka, man
And eh - I need one more song
[ hamm ] no shit
[ quik ] yeah, I wanted to know if you wanted to bust on it?
[ hamm ] oh, without a doubt, you know Id love to
[ quik ] member that shit you was bustin for me over the phone
That sucka-free shit?
[ hamm ] yeah, I remember that shit
[ quik ] well, wont you put that shit right about...
Here

(sucka)
(sucka)
(sucka)
(ha? )
(now a sucka raises up off of you)

Did you miss me?
It took a little time to get sucka-free
But since a young g its ppc
Aint no shame in the name
And still true to the game
Still servin suckers, just the same
No sense, and dwellin in the past tense
I roll with quik, so you better check your ladies, gents
Cause ima teach her how to break you, right before I break her
After I make her, then I shake her
Yeah, I know, you heard it all before
But I cant deal, cause I see youre still simpin for a hoe
Claimin pimp, but youre payin for the pu
Silly sucker, punk muthafucka
They only flock and jock
Cause youre fillin up they pocketbooks
And youre still judgin bitches by they looks
When its really all about what she can do for you
I do for me and still see a true
Ah-ha, really? do you hear me, bro?
Got your name all on your lips, but your chick trips
Oh no, never will I lower to your level
And I got 17 for ya, devil
Too true to ever let a sucker like you
Make me do somethin that I dont wanna do
Im still real with it, you gots to deal with it
I serve that ass like a clocker, I dont give a fuck
But who youre doin, how youre doin
Or what you do it with
You better miss me with the dumb shit
So when youre speakin on the playa hamm or my nigga quik
Everybody knows youre suckin on a fat dick
It aint nothin to nuttin in your ass, so that you see clear
Boomin in your ear, so I know you hear
Bump this in your coupe with your r&b wanna-be-me
Trick-ass, Im sucka-free

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[ performed by playa hamm ]

[ quik ] hamm, whats up, nigga!
[ hamm ] whats up, my brother
Just loungin, you know
Bout to crack this 40 ounce
[ quik ] oh, look at you, lil ol alcoholic-ass nigga
[ hamm ] well, you know I got to have it, my brother, aint nothin changed
You wanna hit it? 
[ quik ] yeah - whats up? 
[ hamm ] hey man, you tell me
Whats up with the album, man? 
[ quik ] hey man, we tryina finish that muthafucka, man
And eh - I need one more song
[ hamm ] no shit
[ quik ] yeah, I wanted to know if you wanted to bust on it? 
[ hamm ] oh, without a doubt, you know Id love to
[ quik ] member that shit you was bustin for me over the phone
That sucka-free shit? 
[ hamm ] yeah, I remember that shit
[ quik ] well, wont you put that shit right about...
Here

(sucka)
(sucka)
(sucka)
(ha? )
(now a sucka raises up off of you)

Did you miss me? 
It took a little time to get sucka-free
But since a young g its ppc
Aint no shame in the name
And still true to the game
Still servin suckers, just the same
No sense, and dwellin in the past tense
I roll with quik, so you better check your ladies, gents
Cause ima teach her how to break you, right before I break her
After I make her, then I shake her
Yeah, I know, you heard it all before
But I cant deal, cause I see youre still simpin for a hoe
Claimin pimp, but youre payin for the pu
Silly sucker, punk muthafucka
They only flock and jock
Cause youre fillin up they pocketbooks
And youre still judgin bitches by they looks
When its really all about what she can do for you
I do for me and still see a true
Ah-ha, really? do you hear me, bro? 
Got your name all on your lips, but your chick trips
Oh no, never will I lower to your level
And I got 17 for ya, devil
Too true to ever let a sucker like you
Make me do somethin that I dont wanna do
Im still real with it, you gots to deal with it
I serve that ass like a clocker, I dont give a fuck
But who youre doin, how youre doin
Or what you do it with
You better miss me with the dumb shit
So when youre speakin on the playa hamm or my nigga quik
Everybody knows youre suckin on a fat dick
It aint nothin to nuttin in your ass, so that you see clear
Boomin in your ear, so I know you hear
Bump this in your coupe with your r&b wanna-be-me
Trick-ass, Im sucka-free