DJ Quik & Kurupt - Jupiter's Critic & The Mind Of Mars lyrics

Yes, you're the star I've got you on my radar I've got have you in bed You are the cutest one here I said And all these guys in here are just jealous Lookin at me like they might k** us I don't give a f*ck about none of y'all I'm stabbin you all with Balls, girls, that's all it take Leave no shells at the scene of the hate crime Take my 9 and b**h Have you flappin all around like a goldfish Where's your bowl? Where's your soul? You said one too many things, n***a let's go Your mouth wrote a check that your a** can't cash So you got a 40 caliber rash (rash) And I got your girl and smashed (smashed) I took her to sea and bashed (bashed) She had to be a beauty in the past (past) I treat her like she has a little cla** (cla**) I promise I won't cum too fast (fast) She wanna put my name on her a** ASSSSSSSSS... awwwww yes, I smoke a lot of weed Get paranoid then I grab my heat I'd rather keep the dumper on me No thank you, I'm not lonely I don't need a date I don't want a girl who like to get scraped Real thick hoe in this fool; take that mini-skirt off Get tested, call your momma, go back to school You'll thank me later Your boyfriend's a f*ckin hater I live in Hollywood He's older than me and can't leave the hood I make music you can laugh to Radio playlist cause they have to Awwwwwwww yes, bang internet Woulda never Skinny breath Take that sh** like you're a vet You ain't nothin but a Let Flirtin with little boys under 14 years Why you actin like a Gerald Levert in here? Awwwwwww, I'm not rich, I'm barely here I've had a pretty much f*cked up year Haven't been back since I left the matress Upside down in my taxes and wages So before you go and turn the page I'm a come back to smash the bird cage Awwwwwwww yes, I'm fancy free s**ers hate that whole thing about me How can I fall off of the bull And even losin, keep it movin? Quik's the sh** no need to prove it Sex drive so good she's Fahrvergnügen Awwwwwww I don't talk about swag What it is? What was it? Can you fizz it? Can you diss it? This character, you miss it? Miss America, you visit? Did you get on the boat without a ticket? Me too let's kick it! Alright that's it, the party's over I am Jupiter's critic with the mind of Mars b**h you need sun sheet gold wrapped stars To the present and don't look back The past don't owe you jack, sh** We are leaving them back, spit I Kurpted y'all just that Quik