Ghetto Rendezvous

By DJ Quik

On The Book of David

Released on April 19, 2011

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[Intro]

Rendezvous, I guess it's time for another

Aww look what you muthafuckas done went and did

Y'all done pissed off

Yeah what up sis, I hear you out there

You know you done fucked up

I'm glad y'all set it off


[Verse 1]

You prolly mad 'cause you can't eat off me no more

Don't wanna hear you crying or offer you no dough

You tried to make my life shabby

With the zodiac sign of the cancer you crabby

Plus you got away with murder twice

Just like that nigga that's on thin ice


[Hook]


[Verse 2]

I hate you so much it just shows

I hate you more than Michael hated Joe

And your son looks like a fucking Al-Qaeda

I'mma call him Whop Daddy cause his chin to the side

Now that's the mark of the beast

You had a Damien in 1977 to say the least

Your house is full of mole, body full of yeast

I bet you baking a loaf of bread down between your cheeks

You stanky little rodent, yeah bitch, you molded

You'll never see your brother, that's why your love carroded

Emphysema all in him

You can't hold nobody, there ain't no toxins in your venom

You just a grand momma in denim

Looking for some little kids to put some shit up in them


[Hook]


[Verse 3]

The problem is you ain't have no fucking loyalty

And the only thing you wanted was my royalties

You stole a car and a bike from me

Looking back I was the caretaker of a dummy

And that husband of yours, you dumb witch

Was still a husband of hers you stupid bitch

You never acted your age

You only came to embarrass me out in public for days

That's why little clarity pays

You got the boot

Now I'm chipping like Frito Lays

Rest in peace to my niece, Elise

When she was lying in state, she had a grin on her mouthpiece

Now what that tell you about you

You disturb to the curb, and it's better without you


[Hook]


[Verse 4]

Fat boy know you really been dumming

Going over peewee house showing off your triple stomach

With a strap in your waist

Now what you gon do when you see my face, I doubt it

I'm tired of playing with you cocka roaches

I gave you bitches life and trust and you stupids broke it

Cause you a muthafuckin sex offender

Put some honey on your dick and put it in a blender

They caught you fucking on your sister's daughter

That some incestual shit, get the holy water

Compton Alumni, a-no go

Nigga you really Pasa Robles

Upstate in Y.A. Without your homeboys

Cheeking each other butts making no noise


[Hook]


[Verse 5]

If I bought you equipment and you sold it, that's on you

Help you get into a home and lose it, that's on you

You niggas acting like babies

You feeling entitled to another man's money, that's crazy

More like insane, schizophrenia

Struggles with love and money and happiness you get plenty of

While I'm staying fly like laguardia

I'm a guardian, I'm the auditor

I'm the flyiest mc that you ever heard

On the Norman microphone, motherfucker that's word

Now give me the mic and let me be heard

Cause I be quitting surely, I am the shep-herd

Now what you know about my lyrics and style

I got a Clicquot backwash, fly spit, we wild


[Hook]