DJ Slip - Give it Up lyrics

[ VERSE 1: MC Eiht ] Yo, I got a word for a skee tryin to bust me All they gotta do is just give up that p**y Girls, save the drama, cause I know you're in heat Spread your legs and get ready for the Compton meat I'm a hound, cause the twat makes the Eiht go wild Throw your legs on my shoulder, or doggy style Got to play the role like a punk-a** skee Next thing that you know is, you give it to me Girls in Compton say they ain't with it Save the drag, stupid b**h, in other words, quit it Cause I deliver quick fast like Roto-Rooter Say the dick ain't potent, crazy duck, I shoot her First you tell me 'no', then you tell me 'yes' In a week you're sayin 'maybe', then you say 'I guess' ??? Compton ain't the Eiht, so what All I know is that I'm a p**y hound, and you got to give it up [ Chorus ] (Give it up, you give it up You know what's on my mind Give it up, you give it up now You been wasting too much time) [ VERSE 2: Tha Chill ] I know you're frontin like a virgin queen But Tha Chill is on attack smooth, more like a hype s** fiend Give it up, don't play dumb, sayin what? I got a little love, because my hand's on your bu*t Girls walk, girls talk, girls talk smack Don't play him, cause Chill ain't goin out like that Shake your tight bu*t while you rock to the beat Then you hound like a female dog in heat Girls, I see the games that you're playin Moment I arrive in the p**y, b**h, start prayin Kotex, I fill it, girls too serious Down some satin to the head, then I f** you on your period My dick's on hard while I'm rhymin I want the real p**y, to hell with the grindin I don't show no mercy So go ahead and curse me Chill gives a f** So yo, give it up (Give it up, you give it up) (Make love to me) (Make love to me) (Give it up, you give it up) (You know I will make love to you) (I wanna f** you) (Give it up, you give it up) (I want a bl**job, and I'm not kiddin) (Give it up, you give it up) (Wing-ding-ding-a-ling down your throat) [ VERSE 3: MC Eiht ] Not a drag, so why you play me like a kitten? Straighforward to the point, girl, no bullsh**tin We can get loaded, and as you get hot Think a plot you can drop, yo, it pops on the twat Juice me like a fruit, but you know it ain't cute Stinky s*ut, Eiht'll give your punk a** the boot Cause I'm the type of brother who don't waste time With the fancy-a** dress and red roses and wine I'm a Compton n***a, Compton got it goin Peace to the Compton girls, because they hoein So if another brother try to call you a skee f** the sh** that he's talkin, you can skid to E [ VERSE 4: Tha Chill ] Here's the final word to the girls that skip Should they give it up, E? (Hell geah) Chill is ready for the ultimate takin Got no time for no b**h that's fakin Let me be the first to break you in Another skee comes along, and yo, I'm in like Flynn You say it's too soon, I don't give a f** But if the E want some (b**h, we got to toss you up) It's simple, don't try to front like you don't know But if you skee with Tha Chill, then you got to be a ho No draggin, no laggin, and please stop naggin Chill is ready for the f** So yo, give it up [ Chorus ] (Give it up, you give it up) (We wanna f** you) (Give it up, you give it up) (Compton's Most Wanted) (Give it up, you give it up) (Biiitch) (I wanna f** you too) (Give it up, you give it up) (Whose p**y is this? Who's it?) (Give it up, you give it up) (It's yours) (yours) (yours) (Yeah, I'm tryin to dog the best I can ??? as I enjoy it)