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Ahehah, guess who motherfuckers?
[I don't give a fuck, my attitude is Gotti] Yeah [And I'm hard to love, cause I don't love nobody] Hell nah [All I give a fuck about is music and sex] [A fifth of Remi Martin and some big fat checks] Yeahhhhh! Hahahah Back up in this motherfucker for the n-fin And this one is dedicated, to the Westside of the Tree Four hundred block, you know what I'm sayin? And this is STILL Eiht Killa And fuck all his old scary ass homeboys too Yeah Nineteen ninety-one Just when all these other rappers seem to be fallin by the wayside We put a team together and came out with some of that ol fonky shit But during the course of then and now Some of my homeboys went Hollywood, now I ain't gon say no names But they know who the fuck I'm talkin to And it's all to the good, cause this is STILL P-Funk on mine, huh *singing* Street level, street level, street level Quik is funkin that street level Now you can play like you don't know what the fuck I'm talkin about But you know what's happenin, nigga *singing* Street level, street level, street level Quik is funkin that street level Hell yeah Uhh Now it's nineteen ninety-five But we've been on the scene for a minute, you know what I'm sayin And I come to realize one motherfuckin thing And it's some real shit (yes it is) That fonk without with the P, just ain't fonky enough for me See you gots to keep tha P in it, cause that's the only way they gon really understand it You know what the fuck I'm sayin? Hell yeah, heheh *singing* Street level, street level, street level Quik is funkin that street level Cause fo'hundred block is in this motherfucker Fo'ever, bitch! So fuck all you old mark ass niggaz Hmm And now... |
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(Now I got to cut ya...) <scratches w/ too Quik Quik Quik...>
Yeah ha ha that's right. 'Cause it's like this Yeah, it's gotta be like this. Nigga. Verse 1 It used to be a CPT thang (what) but now it's just an all me thang (yeah) because I'm tired of this gizame (right) I'm through playin' for a crew that ain't got my back when I'm the one who done created the sack Mister You Know Who remember me I met you when I was P.P.C. and you wadn't nothin' but a scrub wearin' plaid pants and bubble gums and beggin' for grub and then when ya hips start growin' you tripped and flipped and skipped out know what I'm talkin' 'bout Not even thinkin' 'bout the times when Kay Kay took yo' ass in 'cause you didn't have a dime Nigga couldn't even say thanks for the trouble I would've spanked yo' ass on the double 'Cause when ya didn't have a place to stay you little round the way girl my nigga took yo' way and that way all my homies had yo' back Because together they knew we had a fat ass sack but you couldn't stand the guns Couldn't wait to take ya (AMG) money and run Kay Kay should've knew the motto of life (what's that) that ya can't turn a hoe into a housewife (ha ha) Because you left a lot of people unhappy nigga You in debt and ya need to get at me Chorus I'm gonna let ya know it (that's right) I'm gonna let ya know it (so ya need to get at me) I'm gonna let ya know it (huh) I'm gonna let ya know it (you need to get at me) Verse 2 Now I can name a gang of niggas I done tripped with spent a grip with and they ain't spent shit and they ain't never brought nothing to the table But it ain't no puzzle I'm able but why you wanna take my kindness for weakness To get my money back I gotta ride yo' ass like Preakness it ain't that fly and when ya see me in traffic just ride by You should've been a pigeon 'cause you duck so well but next time I catch you I'ma pluck yo' tail 'Cause niggas like y'all show disrespect by flossin' so you in for a tossin' You need to go brush your teeth and change ya drawers and change ya sheets and stop y'alls bitches from steadily tryin' ta ride on my mink And start bathing more than once a week (nigga) You know who I'm talkin' 'bout bitches so ya needs to come right with a quickness (come right) and instead of tryin' to duck and dodge and be crafty you need to get at me. Chorus I'm gonna let ya know it (hell yeah) I'm gonna let ya know it (you need to get at me) I'm gonna let ya know it (that's right) I'm gonna let ya know it (you need to get at me) Verse 3 So tell me how we gon' handle this either we gon' be men or we gon' be scandalous either way is all right with me 'Cause I'ma show ya that I meant it when I said that I'm a G Nigga I don't take ganks too swell (naw) that's why I went and bought a gang of shells and if you approach me wrong I'ma clown first nigga run up <gunshot> < Referee's voice from Madden '95> "First down." Damn I wish it didn't even have to come to this 'cause now y'alls on my shit list right with the white boys in this game thinkin' they gone get the hits for some chump change Please huh I didn't believe that you'll trip like that that's how a gang of niggas flipped like that so get back fool 'cause I'm going out comin' out of a straight jacket Blastin'!! <gunshot> and they gon' have to get at me Chorus I'm gonna let you know it. (hell yeah) I'm gonna let you know it. (you need to get at me) I'm gonna let you know it. I'm gonna let you know it. (you know what y'all can never get at me) Now battle <DJ scratches " too Quick" 'til end> |
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[Man]
Tell me, what do you think of mista Quik? [Woman] What do you mean? [M]-You know, would you like, think of someone you might wanna fuck? [W]-Yes [DJ Quik] It's like ahhh, how you like me now? Mista Quik up in yo ass like a dog of puppy chow Cus I'm diggy-diggin the guts out Then I'm takin my nuts out Rinsin ‘em off then I'm moppin out So you tend to think I'm 5'11 but I'm six feet tall With enough dick to have you climbin up the wall One nuts, two nuts, three un four Then I wake up in the morning and I bust two more Cus that's the freak in me, and yes I'm very doggy Playin with your coochie till it's nice and soggy Saddle up the horsy then I ride West to North, East and South And then I put it in your mouth And shoot a missile Right up where you whistle Kiss it, lick it Hoochie mama you know where to stick it Cus if I couldn't fuck you wouldn't be in bed Bittin on my pillows and bumpin yo head Because, I got the dick you want to know betta I've got the nuts that swang togetha So here's a promise from me to you, if you ever want to get the bone up And do the grown up Then we can handle this baby, just don't get loud Cus I'ma cover up your mouth bitch, while I'm Diggin' U Out Dig, diggie, dig, diggie, diggie, dig, dig, diggie, dig, dig, dig it out *Fade that monkey till it's funky* (Yes!) Dig, diggie, dig, diggie, diggie, dig, dig, diggie, dig, dig, dig it out *Slangin this dick like dope *(While I'm Diggin' U Out) Dig, diggie, dig, diggie, diggie, dig, dig, diggie, dig, dig, dig it out *Fade that money till it's funky* (Yes!) Dig, diggie, dig, diggie, diggie, dig, dig, diggie, dig, dig, dig it out *Yo D, Hi-C all up in that shit* [DJ Quik] Now I'm wearin more caps that the fuckin Mad Hatter Makin hoes know whether thin or fatter And if you don't believe me then it really don't matter Cus diggin it, pullin it, yankin it, bringin the damage to your blader And I'm knowin, you knew they job was dangerous when you took it You played your pussy like bait and let me hook it So remove your dentures And, by, plus it's not just a job it's adventure Duke shoot brown or vanilla mellow yellow Color don't matter cus I'm not a choosy fellow As long as I got me a hat, girl I can introduce my dog to your cat Cus fuckin is the way of life, my favorite pass time And I gets happy when I see a panty line So if I slap that ass, baby doll don't trip Just grab yourself a glass full of my dick and take a sip Cus God don't make no junk And he took his time when he shaped your trunk Pussy made niggas like me, so baby doubt Let me prove that I'm servin my purpose, Diggin' U Out Dig, diggie, dig, diggie, diggie, dig, dig, diggie, dig, dig, dig it out *Fade that monkey till it's funky* (Yes) Dig, diggie, dig, diggie, diggie, dig, dig, diggie, dig, dig, dig it out *Slangin this dick like dope* (While I'm Diggin' U Out) Dig, diggie, dig, diggie, diggie, dig, dig, diggie, dig, dig, dig it out *Fade that monkey till it's funky* (Yes) Dig, diggie, dig, diggie, diggie, dig, dig, diggie, break, break, break it out *Break it down* (Break it down) [DJ Quik] Tell me, is this the dick that makes you scream in pain? Is this the dick that makes you scream my name? Is this the dick that you brag about? Is this the dick you wanna carry in ya mouth? Little mista Quiksta, baby don't knock it I might be slim but I got a big cock And if it's worth my while, to naked booty style Then I'ma put on my uniform and give you service with a smile Do it till ya satisfied The freak is into me and if you quiet, then I know you wanna try it So go on and unbutton blouse Cus I gotta let you know that DJ Quik is in the muthafuckin house Givin ya dick all day but you gotta understand I can be your nigga but I'm not your man As long as it's understood I can keep the dick good Without a doubt While I'm Diggin' U Out Dig, diggie, dig, diggie, diggie, dig, dig, diggie, dig, dig, dig it out *Fade that monkey till it's funky* (Yes) Dig, diggie, dig, diggie, diggie, dig, dig, diggie, dig, dig, dig it out *Slangin this dick like dope* (While I'm Diggin' U Out) Dig, diggie, dig, diggie, diggie, dig, dig, diggie, dig, dig, dig it out *Fade that monkey till it's funky* (Yes) Dig, diggie, dig, diggie, diggie, dig, dig, diggie, dig, dig, dig it out *DJ Quik is in the muthafuckin house* |
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[DJ Quik]
This one goes out to my niggas Cus we be havin to deal with these punk ass bitches Check this out Hey bitch you remember me It's mista DJ Quik from the Westside of the Tree And you met me at 2000 where I'm brownin That's where me and the PPC were just clownin Doin what we had to do to get by No money in my pocket but I was still fly Curled to my neck but I got respect And now I stack fat sacks and ride around in a Lex And oh my bitch how you changed I see you rubbin all on my dick and it's feelin kinda strange Cus then you wouldn't even walk me around the block But now your tryin to throw me that toe up cock I wouldn't touch you with a ten-foot pole I gots to keep the P in it baby, muthafuck you hoes But open up wide if you given up head Because, close mouths don't get fed I'm talking to punk ass, trick ass, nuttin ass bitches What's the name of your perfume “Vicious”? Hoes aint shit, aint gon' be, aint never will be And I'ma make you feel bad that you fucked me So fast-forward tricks this is strictly for my dogs Ballin like a muthafucka ragtop hogs And El Cos keep rollin to this gangsta shit And when I'm feelin like being bothered with you bitches I'm givin ya.. [Chorus] Somethin 4 tha mood Somethin to get you in the groove So sip that cognac at get back Cus that's just what I'm doin What about my bitch on my lap? (I'm givin ya.. ) Somethin 4 tha mood Somethin to get you in the groove So sip that cognac at get back Cus that's just what I'm doin (ya know) What about my bitch on my lap? [DJ Quik] Ah.. Now it's 5:15 and I'm thinking about niggas Playa Hamm Mr. Shabby Bleu and Big Jam Hamm's at Gina's so I hit him on my mobile 87 Sprint him so you know I gots to flow Yo what's up nigga [Playa Hamm] Yo same ol' playa Got some tendas, meet me over at Gina's a little later Hook it up mobbin through with D and a couple of half G's So is you down for the skeaze? [DJ Quik] I'm on my way Now the bitches at Gina's they all wanna see me Put my telephone down for the LAPD They passed me, I pass them, and they didn't even trip Now I'm doin 55 over the Arlington Dip In my Lex-o rollin got me feelin superior With the funky white pearl and black leather interior My niggas in my truck, we aint givin a fuck We carried a very face pace to 42nd place Snoop Dogg blew it and headed back to the strip In the left hand turnin lane niggas steppin on trick Bust a right on Normande, the bitches blow for me But I don't pay ‘em no mind cus they come second to my homies Hit the spot and bail but I don't step in the mud Walk up in the living room where it's smellin like bud In the kitchen where it aint no drinks but a gang a food Ahh, let me pop the trunk cus I bought a little.. [Chorus] Somethin 4 tha mood (Yeah) Somethin to get you in the groove So sip that cognac at get back Cus that's just what I'm doin What about my bitch on my lap? (I'm givin ya.. ) Somethin 4 tha mood (Ya know) Somethin to get you in the groove So sip that cognac at get back Cus that's just what I'm doin What about my bitch on my lap? [DJ Quik] Now I dips to the studio to listen to the hits 2nd II None workin on some brand new shit And it's tighter that a muthafucka got that swang While Big J try to take a nigga straight to Beighjing But I pass on the bud, I mash on the brew Genuine Draft for my muthafuckin crew Tashe's chillin, China just trippin Chris engineering and Bacon and George sippin So listenin to this track makes you understand Why niggas still can't fuck with the one-man band Got my dark lokes clean with the P on my crown And my black leather trench to the muthafuckin grown And I'm faded, knowin I don't wanna drive drunk In case I get jacked got my shit in the trunk Now I might have been swerving but I made it to the tent Just another day in the life of Quik I'm givin ya.. [Chorus] Somethin 4 tha mood Somethin to get you in the groove So sip that cognac at get back Cus that's just what I'm doin What about my bitch on my lap? (I'm givin ya.. ) Somethin 4 tha mood Somethin to get you in the groove So sip that cognac at get back Cus that's just what I'm doin What about my bitch on my lap? (And you know I got) Somethin 4 tha mood Somethin to get you in the groove So sip that cognac at get back Cus that's just what I'm doin What about my bitch on my lap? (I'm givin ya.. ) Somethin 4 tha mood (Ya know baby) Somethin to get you in the groove So sip that cognac at get back Cus that's just what I'm doin What about my bitch on my lap? (And we up out) |
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Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Who taught you how to do this shit? Yeah, you bad than a motherfucker Tell me, why are you so curious And why you keep on starin' At the motherfuckin' zipper on these jeans That I'm wearin' cause baby what's in there Is beyond your wildest dreams And although it seems that I'm on the nigga hoe team Girl, listen, listen, Mary don't you weep I don't come cheap and I'm not just no nigga off the street I'm a certified specialized pro Who's got a lot of soul when you're swingin' Off the end of my pole But the matter at hand is the size And how it makes ya act When you get it up and in between your thighs You could squirm and squeal and try to make a deal That'll keep me on your jock For whenever you get that feelin' for the real And when it gets swollen You think you'll be controllin' me Because I put the pole in your hole, see But however it's done, it's 68 and I owe you 1 I'm doin' it for the thrill of it So tell me can you feel it? Chorus: Itz your fantasy baby, tell me if you feel it You know you wanna feel it Itz your fantasy, sing it if you feel it Okay, let's find a place, somethin' out of dodge Like the Quality Inn or the Travelodge Since I'm goin' out of my way Baby you pay for the spot See it's only right since you gettin' the cock Now tell me who's gonna get the rubbers? First things first, yes I like a bitch Who carries Lifestyles in her purse So since you know the play Close the curtains all the way And get ready for a toss and some dick sauce With a little weed I could do a good deed And as long as you ain't bleedin' I can give you what you need But I got a little ritual before we make love You gotta dish-a-dish-a-scrub Wash-a-wash-a-wash-a-rinse in the bathtub Hennessy and apple juice to sip on Get a little buzzed and we can get our dig on So don't trip cause when you Takin' off your clothes to reveal it I'ma make you feel it Chorus: Sing it if ya feel it, itz your fantasy baby Touch me if ya feel it, I need to know if you feel it Can you feel it baby? Now put it where you want it, get in where you fit in Cause when it comes to hittin' it, splittin' it I ain't bullshittin' See, you look so good you make me wanna go bare back on ya But I ain't hittin' unless I use the whole pack on ya Bitch didn't ya know I have more stamina than a horse? So don't trip just let the Hen take it's course Yeah right now your frontin', Shy, actin' like you nervous, naw, turnaround, lay down And let me pound on your cervix Yeah, it's the Log Ride, like at Magic Mountain Take it out your mouth and shoot it like a fountain Pull and watch it explode Let me change my tire and I'm right back on the road Now is this more than you expected? You let me drive that coochie and I wrecked it So even though I'll never get another chance to kill it It's cool just as long as I made you feel it Chorus: Itz your fantasy, tell me if you feel it You know you love it, sing it if you feel it You make me feel it, I know you feel it You know you feel it, tell me if you feel it Sing it if you feel it Yeah, you feel it, I love to make you feel it Oohh, you feel it |
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[Johnny Ray]
Ha ha ha.. Yeah! Welcome to Club Hub City I'm your host, Johnny Ray, what you say, what you say? Yeah, all the ladies in the house tonight! Alright, we got a dedication going out to all these hoes With this big booty ha ha [DJ Quik] Now all you bad necks be tryin to give up the sex Just because you see me in that 94 Lex Actin like you all that but you knew me when you blew me But I can play your game you little undercover groupie I'ma cha cha with your ass while we sit for minute Then wait for the indication that you'll let up in it Then when we tongue kissin I'ma pullin it on out So when you try to lick my belly I'ma put it in you mouth You little freaky ass trick, lickin your own nipples I hit you with this dick and have you walkin like a crippled Pair of please dick, for fucin knee high dick, so give it a kiss And sign your name on the waiting list Then after that you can fuck my nigga Hi-C Then mista K and mista D and then it's back on me Cus this is the way that we play and you know So be down for the get down and let us hit you little ho you [Chorus: The Chocolate Lovelitez] This is for the ho in you In you.. the ho in you (the hoe baby) This is for the ho in you In you.. the ho in you (la da da) [Hi-C] I be the H to I to dash ya C Aint no other nigga nasty as me Now you can ask Quik or either AMG Who be hookin up orgies constantly So baby are you ready? I lay on you belly Peep out the puss, see if it's smelly If not, stick my middle finger up in the coochie Then take my tongue and lick ya down ya booty And worried about the dookie cus you just took a shower Workin your thang for a whole half hour I'm not like you girls that spit it out and take it out Girl, I aint mad you can do it in my mouth Ya never been done this way I took out my dick she called me Cunta Kintay And after I drop my knot I was off my balls and blow up the spot [Chorus: The Chocolate Lovelitez] This is for the ho in you In you.. the ho in you (This is for, this is for the ho in you) This is for the ho in you In you.. the ho in you [Gangsta D] Bitch, come down and take a ride with me And go on a journey with the Gangsta D But I tell ya, I got the switches hot Now here we go off to the spot Glock, is under the seat, cus I aint givin a fuck That's just another story But what about these hoes with these big butts that be givin it up Fuckin nigga after nigga all tossed up So what the fuck am I suppose to do? I don't bareback cus I don't wanna catch that flu That ya can't shake, so bitch you can miss me You better think again if you thinking you gon' kiss me Cus I gives a fuck, I never did never will You K tell him.. [KK] If pussy stank pussy kill [Gangsta D] So all you hoes, and you bitches and you trick tramp sluts It's the dick eat up, now.. [Chorus: The Chocolate Lovelitez and Sexy Leroy] This is for the ho in you [You girl] In you.. the ho in you (This is for the ho in you) This is for the ho in you [And you and you] In you.. the ho in you [And you yeah, yeah](This if for thaaaa) This is for the ho in you [Is strickly for the ho] In you.. the ho in you [All you](This is for, this is for, this is for the ho) This is for the ho in you In you.. the ho in you [And you, and you, and you and you and you too] [Sexy Leroy] Wait a minute, ha! We like to thank Each and every one of you hoes for comin out to Club Hub City I am Sexy Leroy, backed up by the fantabulous Chocolate Lovelitez Give it up for The Chocolate Lovelitez Yeah, yeah, yeah Now I know some of you hoes are wonderin where we goin after the show, ha You know where the limo is, baby, right outside Yeah, and there's enough room for you, you, you, and you too Aww sucky Thank you, thank all you hoes for comin out Well, I'd like to tell you hoes take it easy out there And fellas if you hit somethin Put a little somethin, somthin on Cus everything will be right on right on Aw hoes go home |
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Now this is for the G's who know we needs that gangsta shit It's like the P-Funk we funk so its gotsta hit And when you fire up that hooter pass it to the young G The nigga Mista Quik, that's me from the C-to-the-P-to-the-T And when I'm givin it up for my hood you can't clown Cause when we lettin off you gots to duck down And then we're rollin back to the spot where they hang (Westside fo'hundred street gang) so it's a street thang Makin that grip and stackin the chips high Ballin never fallin I gots to stay fly Whether they smokin up them beadies or rollin the joints fat I gotta kick it with my niggaz cause it's like that And you need to know I ain't for none, because I'm dumpin The hollow point rounds that got everybody humpin But niggaz they keep on mouthin, kickin up the static But keep on talkin shit *machine gun* and I'ma let you havit Yeah yeah Huh, I'ma let you havit Yeah Check this Somebody told me that you dissed me (bitch) in your video But I ain't trippin cause I'm knowin you ain't nothin but a silly hoe And yeah I said your monkey ass name in my underground tape But if you peeped game you woulda heard me say ("To the top of the tree, for C-M-W see") We wasn't dissin lettin you know the other side was on a mission Comin up with the Quik-ness, now you know who's dick this is Down in the throats of the Compton's Most Bitches So take this shit back to your set if you got one And I'ma be puttin the double oh bugs in my shotgun And if you come back fuckin around I'ma take your life Why would you come back to a gunfight, with a fuckin knife? So there it is MC Eiht, cause you're wack And Mista Quik can beat the niggaz down with another sack So keep on rollin in your Camry or your Rabbit but if I catch you slippin in my hood, gotta let you havit Ahh yeah Gotta let you havit Huh, I'ma let you havit |
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Now even though I was only a young buck, I was still trying to kick it
Having a gang of fun and much too young to be wicked Cause when I was thirteen you know we didn't have cars It was either double ride the peg nuts or hop on the handle bars And then we went and bought a gang of balloons and had A water balloon fight that lasted until the night Then after that we played some "hide and go get it" With the neighborhood homegirls dumb enough to be with it All in fun and games and keeping it cool But my my, when you're kicking it, time flys by Cause every hour's a minute, and every minute's a sec And if I'd came home late, my moms would ring my neck, yeah But I regret not the whoopings I got Cause to be able to play the next day was okay On a mission, to hit up the neighbor's fruit trees Just a bunch of kids chillin', enjoying the Summer Breeze Summer breeze, flowing like the wind Boy you need to know that you got a friend It'll always be me (I'll always be here) (Repeat 2x) Now I'm growing some fuzz, getting older like 17, 18 And the only thing I know is to stay clean T-shirt, short pants, Nikes on spotless I was even old enough to buy me a Cutlass A little vehicle to ride around town, play with the hoes and Roll down the window and mack to the one who's chosen Yo, them biker pants is looking kinda right on you My name is DJ Quik and my homies is having a barbeque Before I finish my whole sentence complete She was off the bus stop and in my passenger seat And we was sliding to the Westside, stopped at the store To get some ??? farm, cause that make 'em kick it a little more And at the spot, you know that chicken was kicking The pig on the grill, and so the day was chill But that night my girl was tipsy and ready to skeeze But I didn't even trip, too busy jocking the Summer Breeze Summer breeze, flowing like the wind Boy you need to know that you got a friend It'll always be me (I'll always be here) (Repeat 2x) Now I'm 23 and I remember the times when We was chillin' like villians and didn't have no nines Like when we used to mob to beaches to kick it and swim Now I hang around and watch the tides come in And I'm thinking how many funerals I've been to Watching all my homies get buried in them boxes they put 'em into And then I read a letter from upstate, from my homie G-Wayne Who's been locked up since '87, '88 And it really ain't nothing fly about it So he go "I'm a stay strong or I'm a break down and simply cry about it" And when it seem like things just ain't gon be right I gotta thank my creator for letting me sleep last night And wake me up in the morn cause I shutter to think That could be me dead or locked away in the clink So I'm lifting my homie's spirits as tall as the trees And I can even hear him calling me, in the Summer Breeze Summer breeze, flowing like the wind Boy you need to know that you got a friend It'll always be me (I'll always be here) (Repeat til fade) |
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[ Quik ] Hamm, what's up, nigga! [ Hamm ] What's up, my brother |
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