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Heyyy, check it out.. DJ Quik is in the motherfuckin house! (repeat 8X) [DJ Quik] Check it out.. Now I be knockin bitches like it ain't shit Cause I'ma playa motherfucker named DJ Quik Yo, maybe it's the way, I hold my dick that makes all the girlies wanna ride my tip But some of these bitches try to act unfair (why?) Maybe its becuase my hair is longer than theirs But I don't give a fuck, no I don't care Because I'm like Noah's Ark - my bitches come in pairs You see I'm 5'11", my dick is size seven and if a hooker's fine I can stretch you a nine It goes deep (how deep?) All up in that shit I'll fuck a pussy dry cuz I don't know how to quit I'm 19 (say what?) so I'm a young ass man My eyes are brown and my skin is tan So pull them cotton-ass panties right down to ya knees if you wanna take part in a proper-ass skeez I'm more than a playa (word?) I'm more like a pimp (yeah!) I love black pussy but I sure won't simp I got the bitches on my jock like an airplane wing and only way for me to get 'em off I have to sing I say, "Oooh hoe, don't jock me so, never-ever-ever wanna let me go, once I whip this dick on you!" Heyyy, check it out I say, "Oooh hoe, don't call me no mo', how in the fuck can I let you know, that I'm a motherfuckin troop!" (Aww yeah, worrrd 'em up!) Now that oughta tell ya right then and there that I'm a true motherfucker so ya better beware Cuz when we huggin and kissin, and ya wanna get mushy Girl ya best be prepared to fuck because I love black pussy! I can't help it cause I love black pussy.. I got to have it, just like a rabbit - black pussy.. Black pussy.. what kind? {*Quik scratches "Sweet, sweet, sweet.. sweet"*} [DJ Quik] Yeah.. and I'm takin all the money from these funky hoes that I be breakin If you say that there's another Quik then you're mistaken I amm not a coward and you'll never see me shakin Never breakin lots of money that I'm makin If you double-cross me then I'll be your undertaker I will never be-friend you because you are a steaker Open up your mouth if you want some beefsteak-ah If you suck it long enough you'll taste a milkshake-uh Lyrics I am hummin, when they see me comin Suckers they... aww shit, hold up man {*needle drags across the record*} This the wrong motherfuckin page and shit Aww shit, I need to start on the.. Oh okay, here we go: {*music kicks back in*} Black pussy! Always talkin bout it cuz I love it Women get grown up just as soon as they let me rub it And in a week's span, my homey Freak-Man sinks into so much pussy we should call him Quik-sand (Last hoe was done by the true motherfuckers from the P-E-N-T-H-O-U-S-E) Players Clique Tweety's in the cold room, Freaky's in the studio room I am in the livin room, and Hammer's in the bedroom Freakin! (Or should I say skeezin?) Call it livin large in 1990 becuase playin be the reason So many freaks we have to forward the calls And when the girlies hear the.. {*beeper goes off*} .. they pause, and get hot (how come?) I think they know what time it is They should know that's how we handle our biz (gotta handle it) They shouldn't trip and call playin a sin because it's in and we're all black men so we love black pussy! And ya know that, because we show that! Yeah.. Aww yeah! Cuz DJ Quik is the king of the underground scene Yeah DJ Quik is in the motherfuckin house (say what?) DJ Quik is in the motherfuckin house (say WHAT?) and Shabby Doo is in the motherfuckin house (is that right?) and Too E Caddy's in the motherfuckin house (aww yeah!) and Playa Hamm is in the motherfuckin house (say what?) and Donzelly's in the motherfuckin house (say WHAT?) and Greedy Gregg is in the motherfuckin house, break it down! Aww yeah.. DJ Quik is in here for the big 9-0! along with the O.G.P.B.C. in the motherfuckin house baby Yo, and we outta here, peace |
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Yo, a day in the life of a player named quik I'm just a stubborn kind of fellow with a head like a brick And just because I drink the 8, they say that I'm hopeless But I don't give a fuck, so blame it on the loc-est Now this is how we do it when we checkin a grip Teddy bear's in the house, so don't even trip We're bustin funky compositions as smooth as a prism So check it while I kick it to this funky ass rhythm It's friday morning, the phone is ringin off the hook *brrrrrring* And amg is puttin down girl rhymes in his notebook Or should I say dope sack, because we don't bust wack *brrrrrring* I pick up the phone and it's the d (whassup nigga? ) He said he's comin down at about two on the dot So I'm about to rush the tub while my water's still hot And now I'm soakin, a brother like the devestatin dj quik ain't jokin Fuck with me on dsp and you'll get broken My name is quik, but you can call me daddy Yo open up the door, they think I'm freak man in a caddy Now freaky's in an el doggin shabbies in at alco And everybody's sippin on a quart (here we go) D just came with a forty and a quart In addition to the three that greedy just brought But I don't wanna start early, so I just might Put my forty in the freezer cause I wanna get bent *tonite* Tonight's the nite (yeah) *tonite* Tonight is the nite *tonite* Tonight's the nite (yo when we gon get bent) *tonite* Tonight is the nite (aww yeah) And now I'm out of the tub up in a fancy freak Spray on some serious and put on my girbaud jeans Sweatsuit, the gray one with the burgundy trim And it's a medium, fit me proper cause I'm nice and slim Five thirty on the clock and the sun is steadily sinkin And I am steadily thinkin about the 8 that I'll be drinkin You know I ain't ashamed and you know I ain't bashful So go on and pop the forty so I can pour me a glassful Ham is in the bedroom rollin up a stencil Fatter than a pinky and the length of a pencil Freakie lit it up and hit it one two three Shabby took a hit and then they pass it to me It's the bomb!!! Yo I can feel my senses get numb!!! Yo fuck the forty ounce I need some rum!!! I'm chillin like a villain here I come!!! And that's how I'm livin Tonight is the nite and I'm lookin real sporty Proper friday evening and I'm ready to party Crusher came in with a handful of snaps Fuck it, let's shoot some craps (yo what they in fo') a fin or a half (yo shoot that ten nigga) don't make me laugh Hi-c want a dove and he think that shit is funny But I'm seven and eleven and I'm takin niggaz money *tonite* Tonight's the nite (yeah watch me fuck the hoe) *tonite* Tonight is the nite (passin naturals on motherfuckers) *tonite* Tonight's the nite (yo, I'm unfadable) *tonite* Tonight is the nite (ahh let's break it down, so I can get funky) *tonite* Ahh yeah Givin em somethin they can roll on, hold on Wake up saturday morning and I got a headache I can't believe that I'm sick from all the shit that I drank *last nite* soon as I felt it comin on I should quit, it's true that a drunk ain't shit To the man up above, the whole thanks I give I'll never drink again if you just let me live Mike p spoke to me and I said I couldn't call it Call it earl like a mother while I'm grippin the toilet I need a 7-up, because my head is spinnin Round and round I think I better sit down My homey shot is alright, but I'm feeling faint I guess he's used to it, but a nigga like quik ain't K is on the phone, and teddy's at the door Some fine ass bitches comin over at four (I thought you ain't drinkin no more) yeah right Because as soon as they come, we doin the same ol shit *tonite* Tonight's the nite (yeah) *tonite* Tonight is the nite (straight gettin fucked up, heyyy) *tonite* Tonight's the nite (fuck that pass me that pina colada) *tonite* (man I don't wanna fade that 8 ball no mo) Tonight is the nite (that shit be fuckin a nigga up) *tonite* Tonight's the nite (ahh yeah nothin but a party and I'm kickin it) (what's up pete and greg) *tonite* Tonight is the nite (how you livin? ) *tonite* Tonight's the nite (hey somebody get that nigga a genuine draft) (yeah) *tonite* Tonight is the nite (and on that motherfuckin note, I'm outta here) (see-ya) *tonite* *tonite* *tonite* *tonite**tonite* *tonite* *tonite* *tonite* *tonite* *tonite* *tonite* We out (what about peace? ) fuck peace nigga, give me another brew |
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Now everybody wants to know the truth about a brother named Quik I come from the school of the sly, wicked and the slick A lotta people already know excatly where it's at Cause it's the home of the jackers and the crack (Compton) Yeah, that's the name of the hometown I'm goin down in the town where my name is all around The suckers just be havin a fit, and that's a pity But I ain't doin nothin but (claimin my city) See, my lyrics I'm doublin up and provin to suckers that I can throw I'm passin a natural ten or four or six or eight before I go Yes, I'm definitely freestylin, all the while still profilin Never a trickster, DJ Quikster steals the show So now that's how I'm livin I do as I please, you see A younger brother that's up on reality Cause everybody knows you have to be stompin If you're born and raised in Compton (Born and raised) (Born and raised) (Born and raised in Compton) (Where you from, fool?) (Compton) [ VERSE 2 ] Now Compton is the place where the homeboys chill, you see But then I found that it wasn't no place for me Cause way back in the day somebody musta wanted me to quit Because they broke in my house and cold stole my shit They musta thought that I was gonna play the punk role Just because my equipment got stole But I ain't goin out like no sucker-ass clown They found they couldn't keep a dope nigga down So here's some bass in your face, muthafucka silly sucker- Ass clocker, now you're duckin, cause you can't stop a brother Like the Quiksta, because I'm true to the game You're lame, and things ain't gonn' never be the same Cause a nigga like the Quik is takin over I really don't think I should have to explain It, oh yeah, I'm a dog, but my name ain't Rover And I'm the kinda nigga that's feelin no pain Sometimes I have to wear a bullet-proof vest Because I got the 'Cpt' sign written across my chest A funky dope brother never ceases to impress My name is DJ Quik, so you can fuck the rest I'm comin like this, and I'm comin directly Cause suckers get dain-bramaged if I'm doin damage quite effectively Rhymin is a battlezone, and suckers have no win Cause I'm a veteran from the C-o-m-p-t-o-n Kick it (Born and raised) Hell muthafuckin yeah Funky dope for the nine-ace DJ Quik is in the muthafuckin house Yeah (Born and raised in Compton) Yo, check this shit out Right about now I'd like to send a shout out to my buddy Teddy Bear What's up nigga? What's up KK? My buddy D We got AMG most definitely in the house What's up Pretty Greg and Big Baby Brian cold chillin Talkin about the Armstrong Pack Straight got my muthafuckin back To my buddy No Way what's up, fool Roche is in the house My buddy Donzelli You know what's happenin, fool What's up Itch And Tony Lang is chillin To my nigga Gangsta Wayne And my engineer Joe gettin busy on the flo' And last but not least I'd like to thank Shabby Blue And we out Peace |
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[DJ Quik]
Yeah.. Now in my lyrics I kick this shit that the critics debate to but I still create the shit that the brothers relate to cause it's simple, but I'm no simp, I'm lettin you have it to the temple leavin a scar MUCH bigger than a, pimple You want the rubber from a gangsta boot to your grill? Come take a ride with me and witness the thrill of an ass-whuppin, issued by the brothers in the khaki pants Some think I'm too light to fight, so then they'll win but I grin when I sail to your motherfuckin chin (MMM) So suckers keep walkin until the po-po is talkin in plain simple english; no wait in plain simple slang, no jivin Fuckin with me is more lethal than drinkin and drivin or try to figure the flow I deliver Punk it makes you shiver when you think I'm takin two to your liver The D-to-the-E-to-the-motherfuckin-A with a vengeance A side of Quik that you ain't never experiencin I'm stutter steppin with crap on the low and I flow well Intensifyin with every line, cause I show and tell My backup is backin, never leavin me lackin With Double or Nothin, KK, D, and AMG and we're stackin up sales - for motherfuckers just like you (For a punk motherfucker with a punk motherfuckin crew!) Yo I know you peeped that you just can't creep It's too steep so take a leap because we roll too motherfuckin deep Chorus: {samples} "(How deep?) Deeper than Atlantis" -> Brother J (X-Clan) "Niggaz can deal with that shit" -> Richard Pryor So I'm rollin.. DEEP.. deep "Deeper than Atlantis" -> Brother J (X-Clan) "Man that's bad.." ".. naw that's good!" [Tha D] You see we rollin deep, cause a nigga playin the backseat We won't get beat, so run up and get sweeped by a young motherfuckin ass nut We whup your ass and make your momma feel it and watch you just fold up It's Tha D in the back with the strap Down for some shit with a bitch in my lap Punk motherfuckers like to play the brave role But I don't give a fuck, you can still get T-rolled It ain't like you never been checked befo' You stupid nigga, your bitch, your hoe The motherfuckers rollin the backstreets Not givin a fuck, because we roll too motherfuckin deep "(How deep?)" [KK] Deeper than the crack in your momma's cock Too deep for a nigga, now I can't stop Cause niggaz'll roll deep, deep in the middle of the street So deep we roll onto next week Two's and fo's, that nigga K throws heavy blows Heavy enough to knock the snot out of niggaz nose Cause niggaz ain't nothin but head and shoulders ?? nigga, we should be rollin this And I'ma roll, cause I'm doin my own thing (Yeah, motherFUCK a posse, we roll with a gang, niggaz) For those who wanna sleep, time to creep Straight up fools, cause niggaz is rollin deep Chorus [AMG] Fuck a one-time jack, I eenie meenie miney wet the hoes Back in the alley I be rollin on the pimpin mode Unfadeable, cause I'm D-double-E-P AMG be catchin niggaz slippin constantly and hoes wanna hoe, with a niggerole like so and after I trick, yo see you later bitch! And niggaz think they know what they talkin bout, whatchu sayin? It was your bitch, that I was fuckin layin and playin so, if she was fine don't be denyin that I did her Trust your data nigga, and let my dick get with her because another motherfuckin gangster's strollin yo In the 9-0, niggerole, this is how I'm rollin Chorus |
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[DJ Quik]
Yo, mesa name is DJ Quik, and this is dedicated to all the bud smokas in the house if you like to roll up a big fat huddha and smoke it. Now let me hear you sing this like me. Check it out! [Chorus] Me smoke de Bombbudd, woeyo, woeyo Me smoke de Bombbudd Me smoke de Bombbudd, woeyo, woeyo Me smoke de Bombbudd [DJ Quik] Yo, I say me smoke the Bombudd like it's going out of style Give me the Bombudd me give you big Kool-Aid smile Though sometimes meah short and me must settle for the stress Me try stop smoking Bombudd, but me making no progress Me say Mickey smoke the Bombudd, Shabby smoke it too N-O-E him smoke the bud says ameena too Me like it in de cubby cus it make feel iree Me take it anytime, cus me bud junky When me wakin in the mornin eye me lookin kinda red But me say me don't wanna drink even though the 8 ball's in the affect Yeah they say that me bud junky and they gone to prove the point Let me reach into my pocket, YO, somebody took my joint! [Chorus] Me smoke de Bombbudd, woeyo, woeyo Me smoke de Bombbudd Me smoke de Bombbudd, woeyo, woeyo Me smoke de Bombbudd [DJ Quik] Yo, I say me smoke the Bombudd almost each and everyday Smokin the Bombudd me keeping doctor away They homies see me comin and they know me spend cash They jock my reggae rhymes so they double up by bag Sometimes me get load that's the time I pull a twist Me love to shake the dice punk these suckas for a hitch Me never use a clip cus my finger nails long Cus me smoke de any kind except the homegrown Me like to smoke the bud but my eyes they get all red My senses get dull and me forget what I said Me find my joint now and me want to take a toke Let take a long hit, hold the smoke until me choke! [Chorus](2x) Me smoke de Bombbudd, woeyo, woeyo Me smoke de Bombbudd Me smoke de Bombbudd, woeyo, woeyo Me smoke de Bombbudd Yo D pas me that huddha, boy [Chorus] Me smoke de Bombbudd, woeyo, woeyo Me smoke de Bombbudd Me smoke de Bombbudd, woeyo, woeyo Me smoke de Bombbudd Me say Noe, el he smoke de Bombudd Me homie LA Mike yes him smoke de Bombudd Me say AMG oh yes him smoke de Bombudd Me say Freaky Fred yes him smoke de Bombudd Me say Shabby Bleu him smoke de Bombudd Me say me brother Perry him smoke de Bombudd Me say me brother Peel him smoke de Bombudd Me say homies Mike, D and KK yup they smoke de Bombudd And me like de way de Bombudd taste Me like de way de Bombudd smell |
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[DJ Quik]
You wanna see a young brother from the Compton tip check a grip well keep lookin, because the C-A-M-E-O track is cookin like a big ol pot of neckbones, we'll tend to fire up because a young brother like the Quik is gettin wired up You know my offbeat style is flowin all the while I'm showin suckers, they can't get none of this let alone some of this, I'm a musical genius And if you fuck with my roll {"Face, down, HUT HUT HUT HUT!"} I beat yo' ass as if uh we was playin Tecmo Bowl I'm a producer if a rhythm is dope I choose it and I hope you know I'd rather +BE+ dope than use it I was a Player in the Penthouse and now I'm uprooted A young scallion in them khaki suits and booted With a 40 in hand I'ma take a stand I'm lettin em know they can't fuck with the one man band And if a soft sucker wanna know who's to blame I let 'em know - Quik is the Name {*scratching and samples*} [DJ Quik] Now can we get back on the tip of the real unadulterated funk This beat is gettin funky just like a skunk And the funk is that I step with the style I show Let's blow these motherfuckin nimrods doin low What makes you think that you can even try to step to me? I hold the dice without six on the tea leaf I know you wanna win some go on and try your luck Punk, put your money on the floor and get bucked by a pro-fession-al, rhyme hoodlum Hoochies all over my tip because I screwed 'em One-time can't lock me up, cause I elude 'em And bubblegum rappers can't fade me cause I chewed 'em So suckers get at me I'm the "Q" in quotations and the C-P-T is the location I won't talk in riddles cause you don't need the strain on your brain To make it simple - Quik is the Name {*scratching and samples*} [DJ Quik] Yeah, I don't compare my rhyme styles to no gat cause to me that bullshit is SUPER wack I just remain plain and kick the facts bout how a nigga can't keep from gettin jacked You gotta hold your own at any cost cause if you don't boy you might get bossed and tossed by a sucker who claims he got more game than you Bein true is what you oughta do or you just might find some chrome pointed at your dome Think fast or you might not make it home See a nigga like myself ain't goin out like that because I found that it pays to pack a gat in the city where surival is a full-time job black and it ain't givin nuttin back The fo'-fo'll keep a motherfucker tame Behind the trigger yo, Quik is the Name {*scratching and samples*} |
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[DJ Quik]
One day I was chillin on (Arabie?) and spruce Forty in my hand and it's time to get loose Got my Nikes, Fila t-shirt, and black khakis I heard a horn blowin' and I jumped in my jacket (John?) was chillin' in the passenger seat Stepped up out the car and started dancing in the street Now (John?) was lookin' fresh and it wasn't no joke He had on some fresh khakis and was sportin' some locs Some gangstas poppin' wheelies came up from behind He got off throwin' up his favorite gang sign Here come Little Snub, from the Maple block Groovin' on the handlebars, ready to rock And now my posse's gettin' bigger, 'cuz of all these niggas I got the .38 and I'm about to pull the trigger Looked up at the corner and who did I see? Wayne and his little man Pop and Nookie Now Sha came rollin' up on a little scooter Lookin' for a match so he could light the Thai huddha I told him I didn't have it, but yet I went to grab it I lit it up and hit it up, and now I'm draggin' it Wayne took a hit, Pop took a puff Nookie started chokin' and now he's fucked up The forty-ounce is hittin', so I busted into school I'm never gettin' sweated 'cuz I'm just too cool fool Sun's goin' down and now it's night My posse's cold chillin' and we're feelin' alright We heard a lot of noise and it sounded like a rally Boomin' ass sounds comin' out of Sherm Alley We all jumped up and we started to stroll A young nigga like the Quiksta was takin' control The D.E.A. posse so deep we walked three 2's Now if you wanna join -- then you gotta pay ya dues We got up to the alley and everything was chill They was just makin' that dollar dollar bill Reesa came down and she sat on the stairs I stood up 'cuz I didn't have a chair Now Pop said, "Yo! Let's get some cuts. Get that Old 8 so we can get fucked up." Now I'll put a twenty H put a 10 and said, "Fuck it! Super soca and gin!" Now everybody's gettin' in the twilight zone Head up stairs and they're gettin' weirdo Gangsta's on the steps and he's tryin' to bang No belt in his khakis so his Lee's could sag Here comes Stick with a 20 dollar bag But he can't roll a joint cuz he ain't got no zigzags I looked up at my watch, it said 10:28 "You better run up to the liquor store before it's too late." He went to the store and he got the zags He came back walkin' with my homeboy Cash Sucka came over; he was lookin for a ride Runnin' from the police, he ain't have no place to hide A smile came on my face when I swallowed my beer I'm chillin' like a villian and I got no fear Now Tony Lane came; he said he was bored Eatin' on some chips that he got from the store I said I'm bored too, so what's up with that? Wayne said, "is anyone down to jack? Now I can get the AK and you can get the pump, But I don't want no deuce-deuce, cuz I ain't no chump" Now Mike said, "Dane which one do you choose?" "I could take the .38 and you can have the Uze." But before we can jet and be on our way Some niggas rolled up and they was ready to spray Rollin' real slow, they turned off the lights Waitin' -- until the time was right A fool jumped out all dressed in Guess? *gunshot* (Yeah) shot him in the chest The niggas tried to jet, but the couldn't get far Cuz Mike had the uzi and he aimed it for the car *gunshots* Ha Ha Now that's how it's done and we do it good Just another day in my loked out hood Now all y'all remember that we can't be stopped What's the name of my hood? *gunshots* (Ha ha haha) (Figure that shit out you fools) |
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Pass me the... (8 ball) so I can get fucked up My name is dj quik, so yo, what's up? Cause I'm the baddest, I feel, gettin ill for real With a forty of o.e., yo, you know the deal I'm just chillin with a forty in hand I'm so damn bent, that I can hardly stand The bottle's in my face, and my lips are all around it So stand to the side and watch me (down it) Take it to the head without feeling no guilt If I was you, I wouldn't fuck with me when I'm on tilt Cause I'm a funky dope brother who just won't stop And I like to drink the 8, cause it's good till the last drop If I can't get it, then I get the discouraged I gotta get a bottle of that liquid courage I take a big gulp, and my head starts zoomin But I'm feeling good as hell, so let the bass keep boomin I'm dj quik, and the shots I'm callin But the posse don't mind, cause we all 8-ballin (8 ball) (here we go) (ah yeah) (take it in a bottle, 40 quart or can) Gimme the (8 ball) (here we go) (ah yeah) (drink it like a madman, yes I do) Pass me the (8 ball) (here we go) (ah yeah) (40 ounce in my lap, and it's freezin my balls) (8 ball) (here we go) (that vodka I was drinkin said, dude, go 'head) [ verse 2 ] Now a forty only cost about $1.95 So we finna mob 17 to the liquor store And get a case, fuck a six-pack, what's that? I don't drink no st. ides, so forget that Now one nigga said that bull got pull Just drink a quart of o.e. and your ass'll be full And if you don't think o.e. be workin Then fuck it, bust the irkin and jerkin Cause I'm a muthafucka that think when I wanna drink And how can I tell that you're drunk? cause your breath stink I know you know you need some double-mint And you can't mack to a bitch when you're too bent So take it from me, the homie dj quik You better rush your cooler, cause you might be sick Cause the 8 is for the true niggas, and the grown-ups But that don't matter, cause quik got it sowed up And punk muthafuckas wanna squab and all that But we can get em up as soon as you pass the... (8 ball) (8 ball) (here we go) (ah yeah) (take it in a bottle, 40 quart or can) Gimme the (8 ball) (here we go) (ah yeah) (bottle was empty, so we went to the store) Pass me the (8 ball) (here we go) (ah yeah) (40 ounce in my lap, and it's freezin my balls) (8 ball) (here we go) (that vodka I was drinkin said, dude, go 'head) (here's a little somethin bout a nigga like me) (fuck it up, y'all) (and here comes the...) (8 ball rollin) (it'll have you trippin) (party) (cause I was drunk) (ah yeah) Right about now I'm wonderin who else gone off that 8 ball besides myself You know all the homies goin off of it And I know The l.a. posse's goin off of that (8 ball) And g wayne goin off of that (8 ball) And donzelli goin off of that (8 ball) My homie shot is goin off of that (8 ball) And playa hamm goin off of that (8 ball) And shabby blue goin off of that (8 ball) And mike p goin off of that (8 ball) And n.o.e. is goin off of that (8 ball) And little shawn goin off of that (8 ball) And big duck goin off of that (8 ball) My nigga stinkin off of that (8 ball) And lou balls goin off of that (8 ball) |
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[DJ Quik]
Aw yeah, check this out The Quiksta is here, yo Spin let me state this With the hype and style the that I make this Groove so hot that you would think that I bake this This is a steak I'ma tiger-try and take this I come off strong with the strength of a dozer You have no game with your girl cus I chose her I grabbed her hand; I took her backstage with me We tore it off my friend, now she's yours again I'm like the Big Bad Wolf on the microphone So if your girl's Little Red you better take her home And hide her, before I try to ease on up To push up on the butt Cus a brother like the Quik is chillin with a feelin For a fly female because I'm able an willin To tell her the things that make her hot like a cup of tea After the show she'll be looking for me To tear it off... Tear it off! Tear it off! C'mon! Tear it off! Tear it off! C'mon! Tear it off! Tear it off! C'mon! Tear it off! Tear it off! C'mon! (C'mon! Cmon!) Tear it off! Tear it off! C'mon! Tear it off! Tear it off! C'mon!(Word) Tear it off! Tear it off! C'mon!(Yo, yo Spin) Tear it off! Tear it off! C'mon!(Yo drop it) [AMG] Getting busy on dope, could swear up and down then I sold it Girls on the tip so I hold it A masterpiece, and a piece I'ma get From the get go I'm gonna go to the mic sweat And heaven knows, anything goes With those that dispose no Gucci at our hoes For the AMG and while your playin me I'ma flex the hip hop sex and then I'll be Nice and smooth and mellow and hell of a fellow ?? you can't get with this I'm a hip with this Do that dance I'ma ring while you swing to this And you thought I was only a pimp, how you figure though? I'll make it good to your girl cus a niggaro Is givin you something with heart and not soul Yeah, tear it off Tear it off! Tear it off! C'mon! Tear it off! Tear it off! C'mon! (Aw Yeah) Tear it off! Tear it off! C'mon! Tear it off! Tear it off! C'mon! Tear it off! Tear it off! C'mon! (Yo baby) Tear it off! Tear it off! C'mon! (DJ Quik and Spin) Tear it off! Tear it off! C'mon! (And we in here you know it) Tear it off! Tear it off! C'mon! (We got Trace on the board) (Yo Trace, drop that shit) [AMG] I wouldn't stop for a million bucks Money, Quik cuts, The Source with a house to ‘ford And I'll bet the set will be in E-F-F-E-C-T I'll be arranged to change so I can talk to you On stage the world the girls the date, but I aint fazed I play the role and I get praised Freak and the funk and yo, watch a brother hustle right On the road with rhythm and chorus, mic Cus what I'm sayin, "There aint no brother like me" To step into the AM cus the AM be the G And girlies on the tip, but they really on the D And Quik is on the mix, but if he aint he on a freak Take it off baby, cus today you're gettin done You never let me see you swim, but let me see you cum So I can make it good to ya You know I wanna do ya (Word) Tear it off... Tear it off! Tear it off! C'mon! Tear it off! Tear it off! C'mon! (Till end) |
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