Fandango
DJ Quik feat. B‐Real Lyrics


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You might find me in the Century Club
Fresh kicks, fresh cut, pocket full of dubs
Box of Altoids for my paranoid niggas actin' foul
Stop smokin' if you can't be proud
Adult star night, not another bar fight
Inglewood players actin' right in the spotlight
Me I'm righter than invisible set
I'm visibly wet, slurrin' and I'm lookin' for my pet
I pass to the massa with her whip on her, ask her
If she sippin' wit'cha bird, if she not we move past her
And I ain't hatin' I'm just diggin' ya ass girl
Is that the collagen shot, is that what'cha momma got?
I'm so rugged, bullet wound in back
of the axe handle blunt force trauma kinda tuggin'
And I ain't never been what the cat drug on
B-Real Quik's to keep ya mean muggin'
California clownin', bounce to sundown
In the moonlight groovin', trippin' off the saloon fight
We Fandango, the next day hangover
got me feelin' like I hit a train with my Range Rover

[Chorus:]
Feel free to lose your mind, let'cha brain go
Fuck the tango do the Fandango
Triple step, right left, then you let'cha dame go
Spin around 'til you get a hangover
Take your doo rag off, let your brain grow
Fuck the tango do the Fandango
Triple step, right left, then you let'cha man go
Spin around 'til you get a hangover

Watch me climb out the whip with the bird on my hip
She wanna set it off in the club, don't trip
We crack a bottle and all my fam take a sip
Any haters wanna pop at the lip, we come equipped
We get the paper and the savor the flavor
but never forget about the haters who constantly imitate us
Homey we creators and players and rhyme sayers
for layers of words, let me say it in terms that you can understand
So clearly, you feelin' me fam?
She's on the floor cause of my homey Quik man
And she hits the mall but you don't really understand
Yeah I seen it before but now it's gettin' out of hand
Mami's diggin' for more, and she's posin' for the cam
Little beef got the dance floor slammed
No tango, straight Fandango
Birds flock to us like heads to Kangols, c'mon

[Chorus]
Feel free to lose your mind, let'cha brain go
Fuck the tango do the Fandango
Triple step, right left, then you let'cha dame go
Spin around 'til you get a hangover
Take your doo rag off, let your brain grow
Fuck the tango do the Fandango
Triple step, right left, then you let'cha man go
Spin around 'til you get a hangover

I'm a master in disguise, movin' swiftly to the thighs
Move faster than me, then I recognize
That I ain't really got nothin' to hide
But the bratwurst skinny girl second, fat girls first
And Compton is still on my mind
I remember when we used to get scared when they got behind us
One-time sayin' they been tryin' to find us
But they got the wrong niggas, never mind us
My tongue tumbles like I'm bumblebee stung
Rip out the stinger, you keep talkin' shit I whip out the ringer
How many times does it have to end
right before 12:00 A.M., why you packin' a Slim Jim?
I gets down on the mic like I rode down on a bike
Road rash, skin peelin' tonight
The club ain't never crackin' 'til the haters be gone
We need to build the eliminator hater light, and put it on 'em

[Chorus]
Feel free to lose your mind, let'cha brain go
Fuck the tango do the Fandango
Triple step, right left, then you let'cha dame go
Spin around 'til you get a hangover
Take your doo rag off, let your brain grow
Fuck the tango do the Fandango




Triple step, right left, then you let'cha man go
Spin around 'til you get a hangover

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to DJ Quik and B-Real's song Fandango describe a night out clubbing in Inglewood, California. The singer goes to the Century Club with fresh clothes and money, and carries Altoids for his paranoid friends. He describes an adult star night where people are acting right, and he's slurring his speech and looking for his pet. He also raps about passing a woman with a whip and asking if she's with someone. The singer feels rugged like he's been through something and mentions having a bullet wound. He ends the first verse by saying "we Fandango," in reference to dancing and partying until the next day brings a hangover.


The chorus encourages listeners to lose their minds and "do the Fandango," which involves triple step dance moves and spinning around until you're hungover. The second verse talks about the singer climbing out of a car with a woman and his friends taking a sip from a bottle. He describes getting paper and ignoring imitators but not forgetting about the haters. The singer then mentions being a master in disguise and moving swiftly to a woman's thighs. The verse ends with the singer saying they need to build an "eliminator hater light" to keep haters away from the club.


Overall, the song is about having a good time at a club and dancing until you're hungover. The lyrics are filled with references to Inglewood, California, and the singer's experiences clubbing there.


Line by Line Meaning

You might find me in the Century Club
I might be at the Century Club.


Fresh kicks, fresh cut, pocket full of dubs
I'm wearing new shoes and I just got a haircut, and I have a lot of money in my pocket.


Box of Altoids for my paranoid niggas actin' foul
I have Altoids for my paranoid friends who are acting suspicious.


Stop smokin' if you can't be proud
If you can't smoke without being paranoid, then you should stop smoking.


Adult star night, not another bar fight
Tonight is a night to enjoy adult entertainment, not to get into a fight at a bar.


Inglewood players actin' right in the spotlight
The players from Inglewood are behaving well and being noticed.


Me I'm righter than invisible set
I'm feeling confident and sure of myself.


I'm visibly wet, slurrin' and I'm lookin' for my pet
I'm sweaty and a little drunk, and I'm trying to find my girlfriend (pet).


I pass to the massa with her whip on her, ask her
I hand the mic to the woman with the whip and ask her a question.


If she sippin' wit'cha bird, if she not we move past her
If she's drinking with your girlfriend, we'll move on. If not, we'll ignore her.


And I ain't hatin' I'm just diggin' ya ass girl
I'm not hating on you, I just think you have a nice butt.


Is that the collagen shot, is that what'cha momma got?
Did you get a collagen shot, like your mom did?


I'm so rugged, bullet wound in back of the axe handle blunt force trauma kinda tuggin'
I'm tough and have a bullet wound on my back, and I'm carrying an axe handle for protection.


And I ain't never been what the cat drug on
I've never been a loser or someone who is dragged down by others.


B-Real Quik's to keep ya mean muggin'
B-Real and Quik will make sure you're not angry or staring angrily (mean mugging).


California clownin', bounce to sundown
We're having fun in California and dancing until sundown.


In the moonlight groovin', trippin' off the saloon fight
We're dancing in the moonlight and enjoying the wild entertainment at the saloon.


We Fandango, the next day hangover
We're doing the Fandango dance, but the next day we're hungover.


got me feelin' like I hit a train with my Range Rover
I feel terrible, like I crashed my expensive Range Rover into a train.


Feel free to lose your mind, let'cha brain go
It's okay to let loose and have fun.


Fuck the tango do the Fandango
Forget the Tango dance, do the Fandango dance instead.


Triple step, right left, then you let'cha dame go
The steps to the Fandango dance involve three steps and then letting your partner go.


Spin around 'til you get a hangover
Keep spinning and dancing until you get dizzy and hungover.


Take your doo rag off, let your brain grow
Take off your doo rag and let your hair breathe and grow.


Triple step, right left, then you let'cha man go
Do the Fandango dance steps and then let your partner go.


Watch me climb out the whip with the bird on my hip
Watch me get out of the car with my girlfriend on my arm.


She wanna set it off in the club, don't trip
My girlfriend wants to have a good time in the club, so don't worry.


We crack a bottle and all my fam take a sip
We open a bottle and all my friends and family take a drink.


Any haters wanna pop at the lip, we come equipped
If anyone wants to talk trash, we're ready to defend ourselves.


We get the paper and the savor the flavor
We make money and enjoy life.


but never forget about the haters who constantly imitate us
We never forget about the people who copy us or try to bring us down.


Homey we creators and players and rhyme sayers
We are creative people who make music and write lyrics.


for layers of words, let me say it in terms that you can understand
Our lyrics are complex, but we try to explain them in a way everyone can understand.


So clearly, you feelin' me fam?
Do you understand what I'm saying?


She's on the floor cause of my homey Quik man
My friend Quik is making the girl dance on the floor.


And she hits the mall but you don't really understand
The girl goes shopping, but you don't get it.


Yeah I seen it before but now it's gettin' out of hand
I've seen this behavior before, but now it's becoming excessive.


Mami's diggin' for more, and she's posin' for the cam
The girl is looking for more attention and posing for pictures.


Little beef got the dance floor slammed
A little argument turned the dance floor into chaos.


No tango, straight Fandango
We're dancing the Fandango and not the Tango.


Birds flock to us like heads to Kangols, c'mon
Girls are attracted to us like people are attracted to Kangol hats.


I'm a master in disguise, movin' swiftly to the thighs
I'm good at disguising myself and quickly seducing women.


Move faster than me, then I recognize
If someone moves faster than me, I realize they're better than me.


That I ain't really got nothin' to hide
I have nothing to hide.


But the bratwurst skinny girl second, fat girls first
I'm attracted to skinny girls second, and fat girls first.


And Compton is still on my mind
I'm still thinking about Compton.


I remember when we used to get scared when they got behind us
I remember when we used to be afraid when the police were behind us.


One-time sayin' they been tryin' to find us
The police were saying they were trying to find us (one-time is slang for police).


But they got the wrong niggas, never mind us
The police were after the wrong people, so we didn't worry about it.


My tongue tumbles like I'm bumblebee stung
I speak quickly and without thinking, like I'm stung by a bumblebee.


Rip out the stinger, you keep talkin' shit I whip out the ringer
If you keep talking badly about me, I'll use my gun to shut you up.


How many times does it have to end
How many times does something have to end (in violence or conflict)?


right before 12:00 A.M., why you packin' a Slim Jim?
Why are you carrying a Slim Jim, right before midnight?


I gets down on the mic like I rode down on a bike
I'm good at rapping, like I'm good at riding a bike.


Road rash, skin peelin' tonight
I have road rash and my skin is peeling off my body tonight.


The club ain't never crackin' 'til the haters be gone
The club won't be fun until the people who hate us are gone.


We need to build the eliminator hater light, and put it on 'em
We should make a light that eliminates haters and use it on them.


Feel free to lose your mind, let'cha brain go
It's okay to let loose and have fun.


Fuck the tango do the Fandango
Forget the Tango dance, do the Fandango dance instead.


Triple step, right left, then you let'cha dame go
The steps to the Fandango dance involve three steps and then letting your partner go.


Spin around 'til you get a hangover
Keep spinning and dancing until you get dizzy and hungover.


Take your doo rag off, let your brain grow
Take off your doo rag and let your hair breathe and grow.


Triple step, right left, then you let'cha man go
Do the Fandango dance steps and then let your partner go.




Lyrics Β© Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: DAVID BLAKE, LOUIS FREEZE

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@KewneRain

You might find me in the Century Club
Fresh kicks, fresh cut, pocket full of dubs
Box of Altoids for my paranoid niggas actin' foul
Stop smokin' if you can't be proud
Adult star night, not another bar fight
Inglewood players actin' right in the spotlight
Me I'm righter than invisible set
I'm visibly wet, slurrin' and I'm lookin' for my pet
I pass to the massa with her whip on her, ask her
If she sippin' wit'cha bird, if she not we move past her
And I ain't hatin' I'm just diggin' ya ass girl
Is that the collagen shot, is that what'cha momma got?
I'm so rugged, bullet wound in back
of the axe handle blunt force trauma kinda tuggin'
And I ain't never been what the cat drug on
B-Real Quik's to keep ya mean muggin'
California clownin', bounce to sundown
In the moonlight groovin', trippin' off the saloon fight
We Fandango, the next day hangover
got me feelin' like I hit a train with my Range Rover
Feel free to lose your mind, let'cha brain go
Fuck the tango do the Fandango
Triple step, right left, then you let'cha dame go
Spin around 'til you get a hangover
Take your doo rag off, let your brain grow
Fuck the tango do the Fandango
Triple step, right left, then you let'cha man go
Spin around 'til you get a hangover
Watch me climb out the whip with the bird on my hip
She wanna set it off in the club, don't trip
We crack a bottle and all my fam take a sip
Any haters wanna pop at the lip, we come equipped
We get the paper and the savor the flavor
but never forget about the haters who constantly imitate us
Homey we creators and players and rhyme sayers
for layers of words, let me say it in terms that you can understand
So clearly, you feelin' me fam?
She's on the floor cause of my homey Quik man
And she hits the mall but you don't really understand
Yeah I seen it before but now it's gettin' out of hand
Mami's diggin' for more, and she's posin' for the cam
Little beef got the dance floor slammed
No tango, straight Fandango
Birds flock to us like heads to Kangols, c'mon
Feel free to lose your mind, let'cha brain go
Fuck the tango do the Fandango
Triple step, right left, then you let'cha dame go
Spin around 'til you get a hangover
Take your doo rag off, let your brain grow
Fuck the tango do the Fandango
Triple step, right left, then you let'cha man go
Spin around 'til you get a hangover
I'm a master in disguise, movin' swiftly to the thighs
Move faster than me, then I recognize
That I ain't really got nothin' to hide
But the bratwurst skinny girl second, fat girls first
And Compton is still on my mind
I remember when we used to get scared when they got behind us
One-time sayin' they been tryin' to find us
But they got the wrong niggas, never mind us
My tongue tumbles like I'm bumblebee stung
Rip out the stinger, you keep talkin' shit I whip out the ringer
How many times does it have to end
right before 12:00 A.M., why you packin' a Slim Jim?
I gets down on the mic like I rode down on a bike
Road rash, skin peelin' tonight
The club ain't never crackin' 'til the haters be gone
We need to build the eliminator hater light, and put it on 'em
Feel free to lose your mind, let'cha brain go
Fuck the tango do the Fandango
Triple step, right left, then you let'cha dame go
Spin around 'til you get a hangover
Take your doo rag off, let your brain grow
Fuck the tango do the Fandango
Triple step, right left, then you let'cha man go
Spin around 'til you get a hangover



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