"Knee Deep" lyrics
Jay Worthy, George Clinton & Snoop Dogg Lyrics
A thousand times as I rewind the very line I used to slay 'em with
She's just a freak, a lowdown nasty bitch
And I'm a dog, don't make a P catch the bitch
I got two in the back seat and one in the front
And when the George come on, then the shit go up
And when the Wock' hit my system, my shit slow up
So I hit a little ooze to pick me up
Now we three-wheel motion with the two in the front
And one in the back, had to switch it up
Watch the ass lift up when the switches go up
And watch the hoes choose up when the pimpin' show up
I'm a P, so immaculate
If she look that bad, I'ma have to hit
I'm just a freak, you can tell how I speak, yeah
I'm just a P, knockin' hoes every week, yeah
I'm just a G, yeah, I'm checkin' them, P, yeah
Each growl is golden
I go beholden to the bold butt bass beat I've been sold on
Loads of lyrics sewn, attached to death's cadet
Lone mic and patch through, I snatched two thousand versions (Oh)
I'm on a Virgin excursion
Still, I can spare a bit of time to do a rhyme without swearing (Oh)
Give me the all-clear sign and I'm preparin', darin', rap and roll
With soul compatibility (Huh)
ABC, DPGC
Spit that game close range with the P
Ain't shit changed but them M's to the B's
Flick the ticks, hit the switch
Flip the script, too much grip to get
Hands up, motherfucker, yeah, life's a bitch
Let me sit y'all down for a moment (Get 'em, Dogg)
You gotta stay on it like you want it, doggone it
No bark, all bite, at the park on sight, tonight
We gon' lift this mothership up (Yes, sir)
Real talk, get the brothership up
See, they can never trick us if we clique up
We can do it on the streets 'cause we do it when we locked up
Don't get fucked up fuckin' around
P-Funk, nigga, fresh out the Dogg Pound (Yes, sir)
Ayy, baby, you thick and curvy (Facts)
Uncle George, Jay Worthy (What it do?)
Strummin' like a guitar string (Hey)
Baby girl, go'n and do your thing, you lil' freak
As classy as she wants to be, as nasty as she wants to be
Somethin' about the bitch, she always make me mad (Oh)
Only around the bitch when she gon' bring me cash
Somethin' about the bitch, she always make me mad (Oh)
Only around the bitch when she gon' bring me cash (Huh)
Oh, hey, ho, ah, mm (Only around the bitch when she gon' bring me cash)
Something about her music, she always make me dance
Something about her music, she always make me dance
She turns me on and out and all about
She did the freak
Never missing a beat, yeah
She did the freak
Boy, was it neat, yeah
Not just knee-deep, she was totally deep when she did the freak with me
She's just a freak, a lowdown nasty bitch
And I'm a dog, don't make a P catch the bitch
I got two in the back seat and one in the front
And when the George come on, then the shit go up
And when the Wock' hit my system, my shit slow up
So I hit a little ooze to pick me up
Now we three-wheel motion with the two in the front
And one in the back, had to switch it up
Watch the ass lift up when the switches go up
And watch the hoes choose up when the pimpin' show up
I'm a P, so immaculate
If she look that bad, I'ma have to hit
I'm just a freak, you can tell how I speak, yeah
I'm just a P, knockin' hoes every week, yeah
I'm just a G, yeah, I'm checkin' them, P, yeah
Each growl is golden
I go beholden to the bold butt bass beat I've been sold on
Loads of lyrics sewn, attached to death's cadet
Lone mic and patch through, I snatched two thousand versions (Oh)
I'm on a Virgin excursion
Still, I can spare a bit of time to do a rhyme without swearing (Oh)
Give me the all-clear sign and I'm preparin', darin', rap and roll
With soul compatibility (Huh)
ABC, DPGC
Spit that game close range with the P
Ain't shit changed but them M's to the B's
Flick the ticks, hit the switch
Flip the script, too much grip to get
Hands up, motherfucker, yeah, life's a bitch
Let me sit y'all down for a moment (Get 'em, Dogg)
You gotta stay on it like you want it, doggone it
No bark, all bite, at the park on sight, tonight
We gon' lift this mothership up (Yes, sir)
Real talk, get the brothership up
See, they can never trick us if we clique up
We can do it on the streets 'cause we do it when we locked up
Don't get fucked up fuckin' around
P-Funk, nigga, fresh out the Dogg Pound (Yes, sir)
Ayy, baby, you thick and curvy (Facts)
Uncle George, Jay Worthy (What it do?)
Strummin' like a guitar string (Hey)
Baby girl, go'n and do your thing, you lil' freak
As classy as she wants to be, as nasty as she wants to be
Somethin' about the bitch, she always make me mad (Oh)
Only around the bitch when she gon' bring me cash
Somethin' about the bitch, she always make me mad (Oh)
Only around the bitch when she gon' bring me cash (Huh)
Oh, hey, ho, ah, mm (Only around the bitch when she gon' bring me cash)
Something about her music, she always make me dance
Something about her music, she always make me dance
She turns me on and out and all about
She did the freak
Never missing a beat, yeah
She did the freak
Boy, was it neat, yeah
Not just knee-deep, she was totally deep when she did the freak with me
