Dj Quik

(feat. Mausberg)

(Quik - Talking)
Wow, for real though
We need something just a little bit different
Ya know, it's a whole lot goin on right now
But y'all can calm down though, y'all can
'Cause we 'bout to change the game
Can you feel that?
If you really wanna change the game let me hear ya say 'ohh yeah'
Haha, I just had to do that once
Ay, T-P-T style

Jumpin up outta the Burb', park mode
And 18 inches from the curb
While I'm smellin them stanky stenches from the herb
Red-eyed flight, and I'm lookin for my red-eyed homie
Black Tone, 'cause I said I might
Just hafta pass through, and let 'em hear some shit that's pretty fat
From Spade Ty to King Tee, this is where it's at
Nigga, makin million dollar deals at a checker table
And my nephews gonna be the youngest niggas with a record label
I'm the only nigga that promised to show up
with more talent than any nigga and I didn't wanna blow up
I shine like glitter 'cause I'm natural
If on the first night I hit, then that's a hoe
And I gotta stay away
You can never by mine your nigga he got you on layaway
Bitch, we 'bout to change the game

(Hook - Quik & James Debarge)
Ha ha, feel me, as we change the game
(CHANGE THE GAME)
One time, let me, just change the game
(CHANGE THE GAME)
It ain't about ya money nigga change the game
(CHANGE THE GAME)
It ain't about ya pussy hoe change the game
(CHANGE THE GAME)
C'mon, well uh, we need to change the game
(CHANGE THE GAME)
Keep it real nigga, change the game
(CHANGE THE GAME)
Ya gotta do it nigga, change the game
(CHANGE THE GAME)
Uh, check it out
(CHANGE THE GAME)

(Quik)
Can I get a Rum and Coke?
'Cause the Keith smoke made a nigga hum and choke
Blazed and dazed
Now put me on the stage and I'll change the game in major ways
Gettin wild like a buckin horse
With enough momentum to change the whole muthafuckin course
All I need nigga, is a crew and a point
And I'll make a statement only on a brew and a joint
No joke, 'cause growin up dirty, hungry and broke
Don't mean I gotta be dirty, hungry and broke
Dude I made a way out a no way, and y'all can too
'Cause it's a whole lotta legal shit that y'all can do
And fuck the media, keep on steppin, yeah I said it
Where your pass at? Who you know here? Where you headed?
Only show us when we doin bad
When we in the mud I brake that muthafuckin camera
Now fuck them niggas
We 'bout to change the game

(Hook - Quik & James Debarge)
Hell yeah, let 'em know we finna change the game
(CHANGE THE GAME)
Pardon me for bein mad but I'm changin the game
(CHANGE THE GAME)
Yeah, and that's the real shit, changin the game
(CHANGE THE GAME)
I'm tired of the stressin, nigga changin the game
(CHANGE THE GAME)
Can't touch it, learn a lesson nigga, change the game
(CHANGE THE GAME)
Stop fuckin up the music nigga, change the game
(CHANGE THE GAME)
Don't play with it nigga use it, change the game
(CHANGE THE GAME)
Mausberg, my nigga help me change the game
(CHANGE THE GAME)

(Mausberg)
Sheppard Lane, ???, dog we the realest
Hit the game wit a twist, now they label us the illest
More advanced than that wack nigga punchin a Lex
After Balance & Option, I'ma show ya who's next
Ain't no room in the court for cowards who can't ride
Ate up the dick, left the balls on the side
'Bout to take a trip to Neptune, everybody wanna roll
If you ain't loyal to the camp, nigga hell no
We about to change the game in many ways
Dollar signs, attitudes, dog in a real way
Condos to sky scrapers with my name on it
Desk, big C-E-O, rider from the Black Tek
If it wasn't for Dave, lookin out
Your nigga Johnny, be on the corner lookin burnt out
That's what it pays to appreciate thangs
Put a nigga in position to change the whole game

(Hook - Mausberg & James Debarge)
What, I'ma
(CHANGE THE GAME)
Betcha' money I'ma
(CHANGE THE GAME)
Yeah nigga, I'ma
(CHANGE THE GAME)
Me and Quik about to do it nigga
(CHANGE THE GAME)
Realism with the fluid nigga
(CHANGE THE GAME)
Come on, you niggas feel it nigga
(CHANGE THE GAME)
'Cause we gon' take it to the limit nigga
(CHANGE THE GAME)
Y'all niggas bout to feel it nigga
(CHANGE THE GAME)
'Cause we gon' take it to the limit nigga
(CHANGE THE GAME)
Y'all niggas 'bout to feel it nigga
(CHANGE THE GAME)
'Cause we gon' take it to the limit nigga
(CHANGE THE GAME)
Y'all niggas 'bout to feel it nigga
(CHANGE THE GAME)
'Cause we gon' take it to the limit nigga
(CHANGE THE GAME)
'Cause y'all niggas 'bout to feel it nigga
(CHANGE THE GAME)
'Cause we gon' take it to the limit
(CHANGE THE GAME)
'Cause y'all niggas 'bout to feel it nigga
(CHANGE THE GAME)
'Cause we gon' take it to the limit

New game..
Ay, my musical style is far from intermediate
And my lyrics stay flow as if I was collegian (smart)
Take my style you need it Cus the shit I'm hearing on the radio is so
repeated
So repetitive, not to be confused with competitive
Get a bar of this you need a sedative
It'll keep you up all night Analyze it; dissect it, pretty tough all
right
Cus I got some magic goin down
I summon up my powers and get tragic on the sound
Levin maggots on the ground (wow)
And I'm trying to do it twice and get some rich ass figures
Cus I'm tired of being nice to you bitch ass niggas
And the truth is, I ignore disses
You probably want my misses or you probably want my kisses, little
faggot
Never one for metaphors
But now I take competitors, bleeding through that set of doors
Cus I'm pretty jagged Flyer than TWA
We came to the game strong we ready to play
So watch how you speak it
Cus my niggas'll break bats over your head until you leakin Nigga
take that

*Did y'all feel dat?
We turning you out and we move the crowd, yeah
Did y'all feel dat?
We turning you out and we shake the crowd, yeah

*Repeat

What's with this paper stuff? Buy ya shit, look how you be actin
Well I aint buyin shit but this one got you laughin
Tough actin like +Tinactin+ is how my game got you reactin
Keep on up them songs, look how you got me actin
Skaboo come through, Skaboo always come through
Shit pay a villain to a mind if a nigga asked you to
I'm feelin you supposed to Look at all the things that I go through
Ring the bell, gets the doll two before I'm even spoken to
What the block quick to blow ya spot
Why you sweatin when it was dead cold? I keeps it hot, hot!
Figure you could ride me and still play me like polo, that's a no no
Now I'm platinum crackin and that's fo sho' though
Baby girl you aint know sexuality That got you watchin me jockin me
fuckin wit Quik, Quik and now she out for me
Pussy, torsi, pussy no working Skaboo Ha! Got your body jerkin

*Repeat (x2)

Now I'm as real as real gets
And I put that on a police spill fuckin with Quik I'ma be rich
And I ain't got no doubt in my mind, change the game in a real way
Residential to presidential hey Y'all niggas don't wanna see me ballin
Being black, in the big black Navi raw doggin Puffin on nothin but
the bombest
On my way up to the studio to get my definition of "Ebonics"
Doin my thang gettin paid at the same time
5 G's for a 40 second rap line God bless the voice of a young soldier
You don't wanna party with the realest pass my chips over
Gave the show ate the sandwiches and left
Packed the Avian water, left a big ass mess
Now we on the highway, doin it my way
Back up to the marial for my after party Did y'all feel dat?

*Repeat (x2)

Aiy, can you say gangsta shit? (Gangsta shit) Say gangsta shit
(Gangsta shit)
Can you say gangsta shit? (Gangsta shit) Say gangsta shit (I ain't
sayin no mo')
We bout to step up - and move on, y'know
We bout to step up - and move on, ha hah!
We bout to step up - and move on, y'know, We bout to step up, hmm..

Now I still be knockin bitches like it ain't shit (it ain't shit)
Because I'm dynamic, I program it, and make a hit
Whether I'm in Dada jeans or crape silk slacks
Flyness be the reason that my shit cracks, cause
when I'm on the beats I'm fuckin all y'all up (all y'all up)
Then I get up on the mic and scoop up all your mutts (all your mutts)
I make you so saditty bitches wanna shake y'all butts
(shake y'all butts) And you make you ballin niggaz wanna grab your lux
Hangin with bangin niggaz that bring the heat for real
And if you ain't gotta make a chip on my beats no deal
Cus I negotiate everything with no fuss (fuss!)
Spend 20 G's on my record, it's gold - plus (plus!)
Fuckin every competitor on the stage - up (up!)
Then I come to your city and get laid - up (up!)
Give it everything I got to stay paid - up (up!)
And if you feelin a nigga then say whaaat? (What!)

*As we mooove toward the light With broads on our right (broads on
our right)
And haters to the left we part the way (we part the way)
Put aside our prestige (prestige) We're really M-A-D (lit up)
From the cage to the stage we come to play

(AMG let 'em know) Wit more bounce than a b-ball, me and Q see-saw
Thick or slim, I clown hoes wit a hee-haw Relax, the Roley's real
Cartier tank, platinum and steel I'll buzz up in the club, now I'm up
in the hill
Headquarters, look at how we footin the bill
Crem de la crem, who you with? Baby girl him?!
Hop yo' ass in the rag Jag, come to the gym I ain't wit you fo' love,
uh uh
Cause if I wasn't me, you'd probably be callin me a scrub
But you love the marble tubs, and the marble flo's
You'se a copper bitch, tryin to be a platnum hoe
Head to toes, and dont nobody wear no Girbauds no mo'
Take that shit back; baby have a six pack
I can't even say no more, where my dick at?

*Repeat (broads on our right, we part the way, we lit up!, we come to
play)

Ay.. we been doin this shit since we was little boys
So don't even trip us nigga, do your own shit
Gettin down for the crown ain't a puzzle for me
And you bitch niggaz can't put a muzzle on me
Cus when I'm gone on the vodka and the grape juice
I make the world rock when I let a tape loose
They say ghetto niggaz is desperate and we shiesty
But I turn down every celebrity bitch I see Choppin game with my
nigga Mr. AMG
And poppin dames in the coochie if it's F-A-T, fo' sho'

Tres-zero-cuatro, I got cho' lady friends with new Mercedes mint
(What?)
All five-double-oh's, watch these pretty toes
Hoes getint liquified (nut up) mystified (shut up)
Stick and slide, if I mince my ride (hey)
I'ma play you forever, wood and the leather
Me and DJ Q, and the rest of the crew (Quik and AMG, yeah it's plain
to see)
We make G's like Donald T, bitch! (We make G's like Donald T, bitch!)

*Repeat (Oww!, with broads on our right, we part the way, oh yeah, we
lit up
Quik and AMG, we come to play)

And play well

We come to play How you gon' play without us baby?
We do our thing 10 years in the game
And ain't nuttin changed Q, tell them how we feel, nigga

Momma I know you said that you wanted a record you could listen to
With no cussing and shit I tried But I still gotta do this

Yo Jingle jingle We've go the lingo
With so much heat it's hard for us to pick the first single
It don't matter cuz I'm underground anyway
Rich balling, bitch call and fly any day You dirty niggas y'all too
whack to dance
Y'all need to ease up off that now before y'all splint y'all pants
And leave that up to my niggas, young fly niggas
Getting down you and I niggas dont try niggas
I changed my mind I don't want your bitch
Cuz sorry ass women just don't get rich
You could keep her I'd rather have a fifi bag because it's cheaper
You can't come up for NL I gets deeper
And my hold is so cold, it's a sleeper
So pass the reafer And to you false balling niggas just grab your
crotches
But if you paid nigga pat your pockets

*And for sure You've got yours
I've got mine's and we're balling
So call up everybody
Let's pitch in ona party for sure

*Repeat

Alright Somebody play the potato Let's take a ballad
On who gonna invite the hoes that make the party valid
Cuz we don't need a whole crib full of dudes again
And here come the police with them big black boots again
Kicking niggas out
Hand cuffing and stuffing they banging jacky chicken in they mouth
And time to shine pitching a fit
Cuz somebody rolled her bud in a heeny blunt and won't pass the shit
Who keeps turning the lights on? Why the music keep skipping?
And why these dirty khaki niggas tripping?
I don't know I'm Quik and I'm still delighted 500 dollars worth of
white star
About to hide it Cuz y'all ain't drinking mine up
You better drink that anj and palmason and the rest of that wine up
You party haters need to stop it I think we really about to pat your
pockets

*Repeat (x2)

Hey baby My girlfriend left me today
So which one of you old ragedy ass bitches wanna come in here and
play?
That's what my homie told and try to cop the cancun
Then I caught him in there hunching in my downstairs bathroom
And in the kitchen and up in there on the dancefloor
By the big screen t.v. where your pants go?
Some of you niggas I swear I try to throw y'all a ragedy ass party
And y'all don't even care Cigarette burns in my plush
Empty beer bottles in the brush And my bitch acting like a lush
Boy what else could go wrong? Somebody kick the extension cord out
[Music stops, DJ Quik talking]
Move! Y'all gotta be some of the clumsiest muthafuckas
[Music starts up again]
To the sounds, now some
Y'all done fucked up Get out, get on
Speed up nigga Get up, take your weed on
Ya nigga, the drunk nigga said it
Your pockets, that's where I'm sending
K go

*Repeat (x4)

Get back before I get raised, get lower
Do some extreme shit, keep from bein bored
Now it's double up, hoes come a nickel a dozen
They get hot and get fucked and don't remember from buzzin
That's why you don't see me, I ain't at the club
I'm chillin with my homies in the city of hugs
Because they need me more than that hoe (that hoe), the big fat hoe
Tryna' get every ballin nigga in the saddle
Lap dance, fat chance, hot pants, you the man
Now a days you can't tell, watch the crotch, it might swell
You needs a pap smear
You need to know if you got an std,
Some little critters in ya trap dear
Get on, me and my homies is indivisible
And don't floss money, it looks better when it's invisible
We get props from wall street to y'all street
If ya missed it, I stay consistant, we got heat
C-p-t style, o-g me style, the d-j q-u-i-k with no c style
In yo' town, don't trip nigga, it goes down
And when you see me in all blue, you gon' frown
But I'm rigid the ghetto, I'm rigid with rap
Money or respect bitch, I'd rather have the digits than dat
So give me the hats, do you want the meat or the scraps?
Put heat on my naps and i'ma hell look sweet on my lap
'cause it's the same thang tryna' kill the gang bang
Set examples for the kids, on how to maintain
Never be a lame brain
Y'all ain't gotta feel the same pain
That put a nigga like me on the mainframe
Bow down, back up nigga, I'm hot now
And don't try to resuscitate me when I'm shot down
Just call my homie theo on the radio
And let him know his little homie quiksta had to go
Because 'gangsta, gangsta', that's what they yellin
But niggas do dirt, get caught, and start tellin
Talkin to you g's with no heart
We was throwin and runnin from bullets
Before gangsta rappin was an art
Nigga (nigga), so don't test ya bullet-proof vest
'cause real niggas do real thangs up under stress
That's from the c-p-t, young g with heart, too
Oh we still party, but now it's part ii
And

(hook)
(I don't wanna party wit you)
Hell naw
'cause bitch you scary
You 20 years old, with 3 kids, 7 tattoos,
You're bald but your legs are hairy
(I don't wanna party wit you)
Hmm, hell naw
You need to put some lotion on
'cause ya skin is peelin around them bullet wounds on ya back
You're fat plus you're abortion-prone

I'd rather be a young exec, than the puppet on the other end
Danglin by a neuce on his neck
They can't handle me, 'cause I'm where the --- be
And underground nigga on erickston, now there is the family
That i'ma roll wit, take control wit
Have a ball, break bread, and share the store wit
Even though I'm thirsty for money in the worst way
I ain't go cry if I don't go platinum on the first day
Watch me, get my hustle on with the friendly competition
Y'all got papers but I got the latest tradition
A hundred-thousand dollars a truck, is what I crack
And if you ain't got that, keep wishin
And to you bitch-ass niggas in the maze
Comin at a player with --- ways
Keep lickin on that other sound
And stay north of the 105 hip hop heads, 'cause this is underground
Right by the water, can't do right by ya daughter
But look at all the shit that I done bought her
See lyrics ain't nothin if the beat ain't crackin
And these beats smackin, that's why the g's keep stackin, nigga

(hook)
(I don't wanna party wit you)
Hell naw
'cause nigga you's a scuffla
Your braids is dingy, your clothes ain't got no creases
And your lips look like you sucked a muffler
(I don't wanna party wit you)
Hell naw
'cause bitch you didn't know me when you was fine as wine and thick
Now you sick from smokin that shit, you're broke and plus you're boney

W-e-s-t, c-o-a-s-t, that's where the hydroponic with no seeds be
So don't trip when you see me on the tv, or my cd
And my eyes are really r-e-d
See the --- is free (shh shh shh), pardon me for bein speaky
Switchin on y'all that wanna jeek me
What makes you even try that way?
Yeah I might be fly, but I don't fly that way
Hmm, even on a gallon a sisco I could never go disco
Dude I ain't from frisco
And to these bitches, y'all trippin, we ain't layin wit y'all
Just because we say we wanna fuck, we playin wit y'all
This is entertainment, we tryna' make us some change
We ain't impressed by what you got up under your hanes
Bitch that's yo' trap, and that's yo' sap
Let me spit the cap while she sit in yo' lap
Homie, don't you know me
Jealous-ass niggas wanna flow me (why)
Just because yo' woman wanna blow me
On the strength I give that hoe a tittie-toy
'cause I'm the only ugly nigga gettin away with bein pretty boy

(hook)
(I don't wanna party wit you)
Hmm, hell naw
Now this is how the sporty bounce
We stay away from you broke-ass niggas
Always beggin and ain't got a dime on the 40 oz
(I don't wanna party wit you)
Hmm, hell naw
'cause hoe you toe-back, with that ol' long ass roll
And ya stockin smellin like avon and that horse want his 'fro back
(I don't wanna party wit you)
Hmm, hell naw
And nigga I can't stand ya
And I ain't got nothin but some advice,
A map, a bar of soap, some water and a towel to hand ya
(I don't wanna party wit you)
Hmm, hell naw
Now i'ma be real wit it
All my fuckin life I ain't never wanted fame
But since the shit done came I gotta deal wit it
(I don't wanna party wit you)
Ya know, but i'ma do it like my homie say
Check it, I don't give a fuck about fame
I'd rather deal with the money, y'all can have the name
I'm out
Yeah

Ah, this song is for all them bitches out there
That think a nigger really supposed to pay they way through life
You know, like that "Scrub" shit
It's also dedicated to that chicken head bitch that wrote the lyrics

As we proceed, to give you what you need
Gettin down to my beats, as we bring the heat

[Hook]
Make it bounce, bounce, drop it, pop it, on the side
Make it bounce, bounce, grab it, slap it, on the side

[DJ Quik]
This is dedicated to a bad hoe
From you don't recognize? I'ma let chu know
Always DJ Q-U-I-K
Get in my room now and do what I say
Get your ass up out of that chair
Peel them clothes off layer by layer
Article by Article, till I say no
Leavin you over exposed like the (whooo?)
There is sex in the champagne room
Me and my homies gonna run a damn train soon
Foursome goin down, Oh my gosh
Y'all get posh I'll just watch
Talk about the hoes, well I didn't wanna do it
But now I gotta put y'all back into it
Your nothin' meaningful(No)
What you screamin' fo?(hm?)
Really as if you didn't know

Chorus:

The Sexuality is(You know the trouble I get you in)
The reason you got the kids(They got a whole lotta jokers too)
There's somethin' more that you do
(You know, when you put that little twist on it)
That make the niggas wanna fuck you

[DJ Quik]
You say you need a side job, make an extra knot(Money)
Clubbin at the jet strip horny niggas stop(Funny)
Hop stop it, drop it like it's hot
Get burned then you gotta go in and get a shot
Lookin' for a husband and lickin on your tity
Fuckin' each and every other nigga in the city
How the hell you think your boyfriend gon take it
You hear a fast song, Get up and get naked
Selling you a nice drink while you eat it up
Negotiate with you for a minute then beat it up
Underground laws the rules still apply
Mackin' is an art reserved for the fly
She don't know why you tryin' to harm her(Dumb)
Lookin' for a dick in shinin' armor
Yeah, the same that be saying you with dick on your breath
Bitch either get dropped or get left

Chorus:

The Sexuality is(You know the way you keep grinding on niggas)
The reason you got the kids(And you bound to have a couple of 'em)
There's somethin' more that you do(You know when you pop that thang)
That make the niggas wanna fuck you(And the girls do to)

Hook 3x

[DJ Quik]
Oh with out a doubt she lives to cum
I'ma be mad if she gives you some?
Dude you could have this trashy bitch
Put a down payment on her make me rich
Thank you for helping me to change my mind
You're not my ego, hoe fuck yo' kind
Can't get mad if the bus don't come
I'ma just bail cus I trust no one
Cus everything that come up out your is a lie
You spend a lot of time with your stomach to the sky
Lookin for a nut wit a nut comin' out a nut
Gotta nutty broke nigga sprung with her sorry butt
Bitch, you just been warn
Another Suga Free has just been born
And I bet you couldn't keep your pussy ol' shut
With a pair of grippliers
Bitch you tired

Chorus:

The Sexuality is(You know when you take yourself out there)
The reason you got the kids(And you bound to have a couple of 'em)
There's somethin' more that you do
(You know when you put it up for sale)
That make the niggas wanna fuck you
(Talk about buy one and get one free)
The Sexuality is(You aint nuttin but a Goddamn ride)
The reason you got the kids(And you look like you rent it often)
There's somethin' more that you do
(Oh your mama need her ass whooped)
That make the niggas wanna fuck you
(Don't sing it though, she's just as bad, ol' tryflin' bitch)

(feat. Erick Sermon & Ham)

(Verse 1 - DJ Quik)
I know you like to do ecstacy, and then forget where you are
Be up in a room with a stripper, and your homie Lamar
Now that's a nasty threesome, a straight mis-match
Instead of bangin' on the broad, you'd rather open his hatch
And start packin'... and get some dookie on your tip
Don't look now, you got a loogie on your lip
Next time video tape it, let us all see it
This is Sir Herb, I'll put you on the web - you pervert
The number 23 on the beats, 'bout to do ya
Mister Blake A.K.A. DJ Quik talkin' to ya
And I'll prove I'm proper and yo game is whack with 1 line
I'll never put my name on a track that wasn't mine
This hip-hip shit, is getting stupid again
These niggas gun-tottin', fightin', gettin' rutless again
There's a message in the Big Book, didn't you read it?
It say if niggas don't remember the past, they gonn' repeat it
So I'm into ???ated
That ground heart-stated
And we all made it
If you want a hit, nigga, call David
The first name basis, depends on how the pay is
50 under the table do it enough, don't need a label
'Cause I rob from the rich and I... gives to the ?floor?
The ground-level ground shovel diggin' up some more
So let's stay focused 'cause the chip is the prize
Now put your shit in first, nigga, and shift it to rise
And like Frank Nitti, ?We 2-degree?
And you haters trippin' cause I got the key to the city
Not a sissy but the hoes keep callin' us pretty
And you mad 'cause the bitch got me on her titty
Mr. Troutman talk me talkbox, do why diddy!
And I'll tell you to your ear, nigga, you sound shitty
I'll take your hoe up to the room and show her no pity
So call me DJ Meow Mix 'cause we gets kitty (meow)
Scratchin' all the fleas off of these
Stayin' high off of trees
Top villian, and enjoyin' the breeze
And the time I'm spendin' in yo bitch, a supreme blast
In the back of my S-500 playin' Dreamcast

(Chorus)
You Ain't Fresh (7x)
You a busta, nigga!
You Ain't Fresh (7x)
You a busta, nigga!

(Verse 2 - Erick Sermon)
Yo, yo, I'm into somethin' new, hoppin' through
Quicker than the Compton Crew, and Y too
Yo, what you wanna do? You ain't fresh!
No contest - we cook like Raekwon the Chef
And write for the skills, get set for the kill
And prep for the meals, after that we chill
The E-R-I-C-K is my name, I spell
Bring it back like '92, with clientele
And keep shit right, and make sure the sound excite
Nigga in affect, like flashlight
Quik and I do it 'til death
In the house 'yall, blackin' out like Red & Meth
Thick-boned women, in jeans and linen
Yeah (whew!), make a nigga wanna go fishin'
And when I walk by, girls singin' a song
Like E... is like a phemomenon
Ugh, al around the world they be bumpin' to E
Shuttin' it down, right in your company
I blow through like a gust of wind, through doors
Tearin' down the roof, rippin' the floors
'Cause rap's no game, I pack heat, ain't afraid to pull it
For what packs, I packs full of bullets
Stop when I come through
Big, Black, motherfucker fresh for '99
You suckas!

(Chorus)
You Ain't Fresh (7x)
You a busta, nigga
You Ain't Fresh (7x)
You a busta, nigga

(Verse 3 - Kam)
Kam got get-back
So get up off my dick, rat
Nigga, that shit whack
You want a hit track?
Where Quik at?
Knick, knack, patty whack
I only bone dimes
How you tight? You don't even write your own rhymes
It's been a long time
Since you last heard from me
Like Bill ass Hillary, "what's up?"
Still love me, pretty young thang?
City I'm from bang
What's up, nigga?
Real G's don't wear titty and tongue rings
You's a fruity-o, you make the most excuses
And keep a studio full of ghost producers
Young boss heard
You was tryin' to floss, nerd
Hollerin' "which side is the realest?"
Who you steal that from? (Mausberg)
The street slang thief is your chief employment
You live a life full of grief after brief enjoyment
Fake gang bangers, when you see us, tuck all rags
Adios, buenos dias, fuck y'all fags!

(Chorus)
You ain't fresh
You ain't fresh...

(re-make of Eazier-Said-Than-Dunn by Eazy E)

My name is Quik yeah this is true
Keepin' your attention is what I'm gonna do
Hardcore yo I could never be soft
Askin' me my defin' they say the boy goes off
Fillin' up my memo with the touch of my rhyme
Suckaz stayin' with me cause they know the time
Quiet on the set because I'm about to begin
And if you didnt hear me boy I'll tell you again
My name is Quik or just call me Q
But It doesn't really matter to you
Cause I'm the same person
Whether serious or rehearsin' I just gotta keep cursin'
This is for the radio so I better chill
They won't play it if I co get ill
But I'm like that and thats an actually fact
Because the street is where my heart is at
Yo I don't do dope but I'm dope not a dope
But I'm doper than anybody who trys to cope
If the rhyme I'm dispayin'
And the beat thats playin'
Yo you could try all day
and you still won't match up with the Ruthless P.O.W.
Cause Quik's doin it Compton style
Thats the city and you say you could get some yo
It's Quik-er Said Than Dunn.

(Chorus) Wooooooo! Wooooooo!

They made it easy for me to get my point across
So listen up close if ya don't ya might get lost
I'm not a role model nore a Dr. Seuss
But i'm not a gangsta and I'm about to get stupid
I guess its time for the trama
With the Q-U-I-K comma
Now thats drama so pay attention
By the way I must mention I'm comin' off hard in the third dimension
With the glare but you don't need no glasses to stare
It'll probably take you in and it's just like your there
With the Q on the Compton tip
So if you think I'm a flip or slip don't even trip
Cause I'm a destroyer
My homie Theo is a dj not a lawyer dope fly employer
On the (static) thats my station
To get the money, the women, while we dippin round tha nation
Boy, Mister Quiks of toys
I mean str8 while ya suckin' with the girls enjoy
You must be sick or ya lonely
How ya gone still my name if ya don't even know me
(Dj Quik: Blak Tone) (Blak Tone: What sup)
Get the gat show 'em where it's at and that's just the sound and next time
I'm peelin ya cap to let ya know where I'm comin' from
Quik said it and it shall Be Dunn.

(Chorus) Wooooooo! Wooooooo!

Creatin dope jams are the part of the cycle
Quik-er said than dunn yeah thats the title
Rubbin' the lady's only the fly ones ya know
(M.C. Ren: but would if she's ugly) If she come she a ho
Don't ask to battle me home boy
what's that you wanna battle me boy
ya better be strapped cause where I'm from it ain't all about that playin'
(*gun shots*) now that's what I'm sayin'
Sevy thought that I was born in '73
now everybody want's to know the A-G-E
Girls on the tip fellaz too it seemed
had everybody thinkin' I was only 15
The fellaz would annoy me the ladyz would adore me
and what was I to do I wishin' nothin' ladies do
cause the ladiez I luv 'em nice and then soft
I hate male groupies so just step the hell off
I'm the real Quikster cause others be fakin'
tryin' to game fame off the name I'm makin'
sayin' on your records you could get some
Yo home boy its Quik-er Said Than Dunn.

(*Ove chorus- Just a Quik Dedication. To tha creator of Gangsta Rap music.
Mr. Erik Eazy E Wright. That's how its done.)
(Chorus) Wooooooo! Wooooooo!

(feat. Mausberg & AMG)

[DJ Quik]
Hey!
You got that see through style that I can stare through (right through)
Produce a track on you, I don't care to (I won't do it)
But I'm sympathetic to your needin'
'Cause it ain't me your wife keeps turnin' down
While she's tellin' you she bleedin' (she's lying to you)
It ain't my fault I'm lookin' 23 and twenty-fo'
All day long hottest tracks rockin' any show (true)
Notorious for making bitches horny
While you lookin' old walkin' through that corn lookin' corny (look at that nigga)
And it's more than obvious that you're jealous
But don't hate my style, don't hate my money, don't hate my fellas
We do what we gotta do to get where we're goin' for us
To be where we need to be at...believe that
Stop beggin' for a beat you can't afford it (uh uh)
They hotter than them pretty red Dada's I be sportin' (uh huh)
'Cause I got the home court and when I'm rappin'
On my own tracks mothafucka I feel like Jordan!

Music cuts off

Music returns

[Mausberg]
Now what lack that I'm the realest
On top of game you fuckin' my vibe off with them homosexual ways
Me and my nigga...we on some new improved shit
Makin' you groove shit, get paid and move quick
Nigga you gettin' mad 'cause I'm shakin' my belly
In a stretch navigator makin' moves on the celly
Talkin' to Stan, Tone and Quik on a conference call
Get ready dogg, you ponic 'bout to take off
Took the crown back, tucked it and ready for war
Bustin' over 2 cars, a house note and probably more
I wanna see the Madd Rapper step in my hood
So I can take him fo' a shit and all them coward niggas good
Love madresta, Kam and Crunk Dogg
Respect a nigga who done been through war
Sportin' a battle scar
But there's a lotta fake niggas, sportin' a fake crown
Straight up out the swapmeet, bustin' on wack underground

Music cuts off

Old man & young man Speaking

Music returns

[AMG]
Yeah, uh
I been around the whole damn world in a day
Partied wit players and haters, told 'em the rules of the game
Some in the vein, like this shit is a drug
You can catch me in the new 500 on dubs
I'm up in the club
Wanna get naked and smoke
Notice, you never see a nigga there when he broke
UH UH!
Somebody told me these hoes wanted to hold me
If a real player dress like Goldie, y'all niggas throw in a oldie
SHIT!
Niggas wanna clown, clown, clown
You can find me at down, down, down
Dot com, bring ya mom (uh huh)
She wanna see too, cartier see through
Poppa in the beat
Oh shit, it's a thrill
Tonight a couple of mill
When we party in the grill
Livin' life's like a skill
Too much, cruder name
But baby I betcha
Fuckin' wit this money here, oh c'mon man I gotta getcha

Now if I broke my leg, tell me, would I be carried?
And would you still love, baby, if I was married?
Or will I make the shot even if I was hurried?
And will I still be remembered even after I'm buried?
They got me waking up in the morning getting loaded
Got me worrying so hard sometimes I'm feeling like my brain exploded
But I'm a break it down, fix it and re-roll it
And show you haters out here that I control it
I'm in this for something so different that you couldn't imagine
The style, the flyness, the beautiful hoes The pile, the higness, the
pitiful lows
That keeps a major player like me up on his toes
No, not quite, I want my props on the merit of the hands
That I use to mould myself to the spirit of a man
I'm just a tiny grain of sand under my God
The one who keeps me humble, keeps me up and working hard
It's alright to be in love with yourself
But when your sex life gets bad you ain't on the shelf
Lose your addictions, clean spirit's a must
Shed your inhibitions and come bounce with us
We trying to have fun from Japan to Compton
With no more evil cause it salts the program
See I never went back to something that burned out
And I ain't never did a party I ain't turn out

*Things I used to do, I don't do no more
Places I used to go, don't move me like before
Ahh, but it's gonna be rough

From the bottom to the top, top to the bottom
Real homeys don't forget about the ones who thought about em
Rags to riches, riches to rags I apologize for hurting your feelings,
little fag
Back in the day we was young thinking everything was cool
Ditching school, puffing beadies and drinking brew
Afraid of the bomb izm but we tried it
Ain't no sense in denying it, I loved that environment
Take a look back and damn near shed a tear
Reminiscing on the past time, year after year
When we grew up, things have changed
You in the penitentiary, I be dwelling in the rap game
Started at the same path but I chose to go right
Looking for money and fame cause I'm a rider for life
And all the slanging and banging and fucking rats in the past
I shook it to the left and I ain't looking for a pass

*Repeat

Now I just want to do my best whether it's work, play or either
And I ain't trying to be no preacher cause they ain't perfect neither
One of the coldest entertainers that I done seen yet
With the skill to rock the fellas and make the ladies sweat
But there's a method to the madness that I suffer from
Making the hardest dudes tremble and even tougher run
It's called the spirit and it's fly, and it's making me bigger
Keeping me from stressing out and throwing nuttys on niggas
Ain't religion for me unless it's all to the good
Cause I'm an open-minded ex-G with my sights on the hood
Trying to keep the little YGs out of the line of the fire
Even if it means I'm gonna take the hit, leak and expire
Now I see what Top was saying before he left his hole
That we'll shine like glitter, my nigga, but keep your soul
Don't give another nigga control of your gold
Share your parties with the world and watch you get swirled

*Repeat

(DJ Quik)
Lay there, please don't move baby.
On me, don't you stop.
Doggy, comin through baby
Watch me hit the spot.
You make me wanna speak Spanish
You make me wanna be manish
Nothing could compare to the way we keep it hot.
Strawberries soakin in amaretto out in the limo.
Be spitty, got the car lookin pretty, in the window.
Lets hit the indo.
Commit a sin in this crescendo.
Smoky, foggy
Take off your coat, lets hit the doggy.
Pull out your scrunchie, let me play through your mane
Long, brown, nice and round, explorin my brain.
Selective and picky when we get wet and get sticky.
In and out, without a clue, not even a hickey.
Love it or leave it, addictive like crystal to meth
And it's hard to let go of me when I shift to the left.
Never like what you're happy for, I'm more than a man.
I can even make you feel me when you're usin your hand.
I'm confident, like an MVP
Got the key to the CPT
Lookin for a G like me
She F-E-M-A-L-E
Where you be at?
True love only can be that.
I'm tellin you that you the shit.
Call me when you get this hit.

(Chorus 1: DJ Quik)
Do I love her, do I need her? (Suga Free: nuh uh)
Do I take my money out and feed her? (no, no)
And should I treat her (no, no) like no other? (nah)
I don't know I think I need to ask my brother Suga Free.
(Chorus 1: Suga Free)
Do I love her? (uh huh)
Do I need her? (Oh, yeah)
And when she tells me she loves me, I don't believe her (yeah, you do)
No I don't love her, (mmm hmm)
And I don't need her (Yeah, yeah)
And if she don't give me me money I'm a leave her.

(verse 2)
See baby, I got a spot to fill.
And all that callin me out my name gonna have you
Runnin down the street barefooted again sayin "not for real!"
And how you gonna blame mine?
Dawon and Suga Free the same person
But you will never catch me and him in the same room at the same time
Baby, you not yo best, I called you
Cuz I was broke, hoeless, and short on these little ends
And it wasn't for no sex.
I see you still messin wit yo phony ballers.
But when they tired of you
You run yo lil ass right back over here beggin me for 20 dollars.
And mighty funny (mighty funny)
You get nice than a mug with them hugs, actin like you in love
With a nigga, when you love money.
What? you stuck?
Hoe, if I tell yo flea to pull a tree
You get a chain and hook his lil ass up.
Quik'll give you a piece of his planet.
But I'll give you a dirt rock
Half a low quat
Not a dope spot
Nor a piece of this pomegranet.
Baby wanna eat-eat?
Cuz Suga Free-Free
Will go gleek-gleek
And tweak-tweak
And put yo all to sleep-sleep.
Ooh, I'm a tell (I'm a tell)
Suga Free pop a beat and spit a rap so swell.
She said, "suga free, you know anything about cars, honey?"
I said, yeah, you fill em up with hoes
Take em to the hoes store
So they can get that money!

(Chorus 2: DJ Quik)
Do I love her do I need her? (suga free: uh uh)
Do I take my money out and feed her? (no way)
And do I treat her (no) like no other (man)
I don't know I think I need to ask my brother suga free.
(Chorus 2: Suga Free)
Aah, do I love her do I need her? (DJ Quik: Oh, yeah)
And when she tell me she love me I don't believe her (yea you do)
Do I love her? (mmm hmm) Do I need her? (fo sho)
Leave me 'lone, leave me 'lone, Devil be gone! I'm leaving (yeah)

(DJ Quik, talking)
See, that's what y'all get for underestimatin me and Suga Free.
We told y'all we was magical, way back in 1996.
But y'all didn't feel that. Y'all chose to sleep on us.
Baby, we so powerful, we can make the rain stop (Rain, ne me nome)
You feel that?

(Chorus 3: DJ Quik)
Do I love her, do I need her?
Do I take my money out and feed her?
And do I treat her (mmm mmm) like no other? (naw)
I don't know, I think I need to ask my brother Suga Free
(Chorus 3: Suga Free)
Ooh, do I love her, Do I need her? (DJ Quik: mmm hmm)
And when she tell me she love me I don't believe her (yeah, you do)
Now do I love her (mmm hmm) or care about her (you should)
You ne me nome, ne me nome, fore I lock you in that box again

(DJ Quik)
Do I love her do I need her? (Box again)
Do I take my money out and feed her? (ne me nome!)
And do I treat her a-like no other? (yaah!)
I don't know I think I need to ask my brother Suga Free

(Suga Free)
Ooh, do I love her, do I need her? (sure do)
And when she tell me she love me I don't believe her (she need you too)
And do I love her (mmm hmm) or care about her? (you outta)
You ne me nome, leave me alone, before I lock you in that box again

(DJ Quik)
Do I love her do I need her? (Box again)
Do I take my money out and feed her? (Box again!)
And do I treat her a-like no other?

(Suga Free)
Ne me nome

(feat. deBarge)

[El Debarge]
How many times I had to tell you baby
I ain't got nothin' to prove to you, no no
Doin' the things you know is going to drive me crazy
Thinkin' I don't need the shit you're going through

When I come home at night, I try to lay my head down
You do the things that keep me awake
It's like you love to hear me argue for survive(?), girl
How much am I supposed to take?

If you feel like I feel you wouldn't act this way, girl
Is this the price I have to pay?

Ah, baby, but

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
All I want to do is
Make sure that nothing's wrong with my kids
So we can get along and still be friends

[DJ Quik]
I stuck around 'coz I thought things were going to get better
I should have had more trust in me, uh uh oh oh
I know you tricked around when we went through our thing
Steady stealing time with him but you were coming home to me

You didn't care what I thought you had to have your way girl
You had your cake and ate it too
I still try to look out although you did me wrong
Getting even just ain't cool

If you feel like I feel you wouldn't act this way, girl
Ain't nothing left for me to say

But to tell you that

[Chorus]

[interlude]

[Chorus] - 2X

[DJ Quik]
All of my children, yeah yeah
Make sure that nothing's wrong with all my childrens
Yeah, you're my babies
Make sure nothing's wrong
With my children
Coz you know I love them
You know I can't live without my children, yeah
Ooooohhhh

Ladies & gentlemen, boys & girls, pimps playas & women of the night,
welcome to the world of Rhythm-al-ism.
Now since this is my intro, I'ma do somethin' a little crazy check it
out.
We gon' show off a little bit now watch it,
'cause these ain't no studio tricks. Hmph.

I glide smooth over any groove to prove that I can keep
on flowin' lyrics to the rhythm like a ride never tongue tied
chillin' with the D K.K. AMG Suga Free Hi-C El D in the
P-E-N-T-H-O-U-S-E You'll see a whole 'nother different
other side of me 'cause this is only part of me I snap
my fingers twice and like a bird your bitch'll fly to me
because she's overwhelmed you know I gets the round
when I kick it my name is Quik & ask the chicken to
let me stick it when she trick it my boys can hit the chicken
roll deep like a Navy SEAL got her squirmin' like a eel
to kiss her on the cheek is rather pin I rather rub my hand
go way up in her skirt & make her scream so scream hoe up
If I trick another track it keep her coming back girls keep
pubbin' it suckas steadily rubbin' it & I'ma keep rubbin' it in
yo' face got it tight with the "-isms" hmph now welcome
to the world of the RHYTHM-AL-ISM!!!!!

Ain't no puzzle y'all, we, uh, groovin off the spirituality, and it
feels good.
I got somethin to say though.

It's time for somebody to take over the West Coast power with fly
style,
And I'm the one, been here for years so check your file
Cuz I'm the kinda nigga with a strong desire
To nutt up, light a torch, and set the world on fire!,
See me bouncin in my 'Vette, Doin' donuts in the middle of a seater
Wit Rolarita, tryin' to find some place to eat her
Cuz I'm freaky with a capital L
I'll eat that poor little Piper Peter til there ain't nothing left
I'm nasty
See, we gets better when you think we hot,
And we got more cheddar than they think we got
Cuz see we make the kinda money that when we withdrawl
They notify the feds cuz it's too much y'all
What you call a stash, we call the petty cash,
Spend five or six figures a month ain't nothing gash
Party all night, then we sleep all day,
Drink Corona X for breakfast then we ready to play
I still like a green eyed big ol' titties and thighs
Big ol' nigger, little heart, and I'm big into thighs
So shoot your game baby girl, don't be scared to take a pet
You never know, it just might be wet

*We still party, It get's high
Sometimes we don't feel grown-up and that's no lie
So we party, 'til we die
Cuz life is much too short for you to not be fly

Now other night I be drunk off a gallon a Moet
I can still make the beats stink like some salmon croquette
Go to the hood and get all the kids that I can fit
In a limo take 'em to the store and buy 'em some shit
Give 'em a demo of my new shit cuz it's the shit
And let 'em know that they the shit and they can make hits cuz it
ain't shit
I gotta keep the cycle goin, baby doll,
whichever way that they be blowin' under,
Higher than a motherfucker, Mr. Dante,
C'mon B back me up pitch in everyday,
Whether it's hot, whether it's cold, Whether it's soft, whether it's
bold,
Whether it's new, whether it's old, Whether it's GOLD, or platinum,
stack 'em,
Dante, baby dog, we be fly, Freestylin' like a motherfucker don't ask
why,
Cuz this ain't Budweiser, "BUD", "WEIS", "ER",
"Did you see the, thighs on her?" We nastier then a motherfucker baby
doll,
Can I freak your shit, and, uh, break the shit the wall down?
Up to the compound?, uh huh Elements, Feel my elephant, hahaha

*Repeat

Now can y'all feel that? See, ain't nothing but God mackin' goin' on
right
now, see? Da game is to be told and not sold dependin' on which game
it is,
and we gon' keep it way real, you know? Cuz' it ain't no doubt in
nobody's
mind that I'm a very blessed individual, there. If we don't turn it
around and
give it back than we can't we can't go forward, it's up to you.
That's what we
do everytime we get on this microphone, we let 'em know that we might
be
street rappers, but we are very much in order, and we got somethin'
to say. So
if you feelin' me like we feelin y'all, get yo ass up on the ball.
Time to
take this shit back. All of it. Cuz it was ours to begin with. Don't
sleep
baby. Don't sleep homey. Now when the hook come back again,
youknowwhati'msayin?

*Repeat (x3)

Yo, this is dj quik
And quite frankly
I think we gotta be some of the baddest motherfuckers
That ever fuckedwith rap music
Cause this album right here is on some old cool shit
If you don't believe me
Just give me three and a half seconds and I'll show you
You ready?

One, one and a half
Two, two and a half
Three, three and a half

Uh
Yeah
Got my niggas 2nd ii none up in this bitch
My nigga peter gunz
That's right
Amg, el debarge, playa hamm, hi-c, suga free
Check this shit out

I'm like fries in a skillet
Much too hot to hold
I'm strong and I'm handsome and black
Plus I'm bold
A mental case
Sometimes stressin
But then I flip
Because you got to go crazy on hollywood for your grip
And you know ain't no room in my mirror for your face
And if I got y'all confused like rubik then state yo case
Yet creepshow suckas keep tryin to submerge mine
But I can hold my breath for a long time
I emerge with treasures and coins
A thick sack
And your life ain't mine to take
Now kick back
Cause if it don't make dollas
Sucka you know the poem
Cause either you pimpin this game
Or you just hoin
Now get up outta mine
Nigga
I'm the bomb
Droppin heat on your homeboys
And spreadin like napalm
Cause I got more styles than your car's got miles
And i
Got more styles than a hotel's got towels
Cause I kicks it in

So many ways (uh huh and we can flip it in)
So many ways (cause we can rock a party)
So many ways (got bomb for everybody)
So many ways (now baby can you feel it in)
So many ways (cause you know we can deal it in)
So many ways (and I can make your body numb in)
So many ways (cause you ain't never heard a nigga come)
So many ways (ah hah, ah hah)

I'm chillin, mackin, stackin up these ends
I gotta check and I gots no time for no friends
I bust a trick
Make her bounce like a low-low
While I'm twisted off that bud
Countin money at the mo-mo
No flow so
Ain't no need to tell the po-po
Believe me bra'
All the snitches get the fo-fo
Now here we come again
With a brand new twist
On guard
I rock the party like this
With so many ways to get paid
I hustle for days
The tenth of the month I get my government aid
And the used-to-be-crooks
I'm puttin money on they books
Cause satan got busy
And many souls got took
We shook up the world
I did it with my partner for his sons and my daughter
You don't have to be no baller
To kick it with me
See, I stay real g
D forever feedin all you punk hoes misery

So many ways (I can get busy)
So many ways (I gots to get the scrilly)
So many ways (we can have a mardi-gras)
So many ways (cause I can rock the party y'all)
So many ways (tell me can ya feel it in)
So many ways (I gots to make the dividends)
So many ways (you know I keep it real in)
So many ways

I was known for triple m shots
And straight plottin
But hitten em hoes had me wastin up a knot
And all these figaros crow
Waitin to get hot
Now it's cool
You got your spot
Without that funky cock
And that dramatic experience
You and him went through
Ain't got nothin to do with the k
So keep cool little girl
This ain't no hollywood play
Girls who wear reps
And play them sucka games you play
Catch the redline metro rail
Blaze a trail
I can feel you ain't real
And I can tell
>from meetin different people
Figures to throats
Scandalous to the rich
Goodhearted to the broke
And these young and old folk
They like to hear good music
If it's weak lose it
But if it's bumpin choose it
But don't abuse it
And try to take it to the brain
If you do you'll be caught up in a strain
And be hangin on my thang in

So many ways (now watch me put it down in)
So many ways (you know I like to get my clown in)
So many ways (we can flip the sound in)
So many ways (k and d got it humpin in)
So many ways (you know you wanna bump it in)
So many ways (we can have a mardi-gras)
So many ways (you know I rocks the party y'all)
So many ways

So many ways (x8)

I walk three thousand miles for a taste of that gangsta shit
Messin around with g-1
And the dj quik
Stick and move from east-west
In vest like stocks
I went from pushin nikes to pushin drops
Fuck around and go platinum quick
Messin with quik
Nigga got hits like swizz
So watch your trick
See me playin avirex and the pepe's
No shirt on
Your girl sweat me
And i'ma hit it if she let me
Backsides bangin
Hangin
All amazed
She get this dick in (so many ways)
Blow her back out
Then I mack out
Freak the keys to the lex
Or find me havin sex in my nsx
I'm from the bx
But we flex from east to west
So while you niggas coast-trippin
We'll be cashin them checks
Peter gunz
One of the most in-credible ones
G-1, quik, we rolls thick
And gets the job done in

So many ways (cause I kick it in)
So many ways (you know that I can flip it in)
So many ways (and I can rock a party)
So many ways (I got bomb for everybody)
So many ways (bring it from the bronx in)
So many ways (from new york to compton)
So many ways (we keep it pumpin)
So many ways (uh)

So many ways (x16)

Ha ha yeah check it out money & pussy make the world go 'round
(That's right) That's how it's been since the beginning of time.

Now who says we can't be fly? Who say Compton niggas can't get they
scrilla
at the same time get some thigh well uh that's the subject of my
conversation
cause ain't nothin' like gettin' a dollar & some penetration
Now that's a whole lot easier to understand now a days
but uh some of you playas still be going out sideways
so umm just take this game with a tic tac
cause if you was on Skid Row you can get pussy faster than a Big Mac
I owe it to myself to be fly that's what Top Dog taught a boy
cause instead of Mounds these bitches always want Almond Joy
because uhh "Sometimes they feel like a nut"
but they rather have it more often than they don't
So I won't go flippin' & makin' it topsy turvy
now keep my hundred dollar bills crisp & that ass curvy
cause ain't nuthin' on my mind but to be fly through time
havin' a nest egg bird behind an estate that's mine
Watchin' Jordan go for forty in a sucker tub
eatin' Cheetos drinkin' Mo' & getting a back scrub
because first you get the power then you get the money
then you get the pussy dude don't be no dummy uhh

*Playas get they paper when they game is tight
and if you want some nana that's for you to decide
But as long as you ain't simpin' then ya doin' it right
'cause together they go hand in hand Oh yeah

*Repeat

She wanna make me break code but I can't
I wanna fire it up & hit it pass it like dank
baby all in my square big buddha long hair
Fly Chinese & Black for a mack plus player
D baby I'ma get ya hot wanna get ya full blown
so we all can hit the spot (now you gotta shake the spot)
Got game by the tons lookin' for some 2nd II None
kinda fun but these hookers on the run for cover
they lookin' for lovers ain't no trickin' young D
'cause I'm unlike the others not a buster
I'm on the mission for figures time up for you diggers
(Now who got the Henn'?) Pass the liquor Hoes hear the name it
get's 'em hotter
spin a scraggler on a wheel now they call me D the Potter
lotta hatin' going on but I ain't with it
I'ma mash on that drama everytime that I feel it
'Cause I'd rather have a major end than have sex
and when I have a million to splurge you know what's next
but first you get the power then you get the money
then you get the pussy fool don't be no dummy

*Repeat (x2)

Yeah first comes the power then the money heh
and if you really just want it the na na na na la di da na na na la
di da

I understand that you think you grown
independant on ya own with ya jazzy ways
my intent is ya lay but first I'm out to get paid not played
can't be yo' incredible edible egg
I don't crack nor split my yolk with the female folk
now baby break yourself get broke you can choke
off this young black better than Mary Jane
in ya brain I'm guaranteed to have ya thinkin' & feelin' thangs
like yourself now uhh watch ya health if ya feel like plottin'
ya body turns rotten from the inside out that pussy's turned out
getting hit by a sucker a 2 minute brother
who's first 10 seconds is thinkin' he came up
that next full minute suckin ya drama up
50 seconds to go see half of that is the show
Now where the other half you can't laugh
'cause you know it's straight simpin' & whinin'
'stead of pimpin' & grindin' KK'll let you know
so pay attention bro See first you get the power then you get the
money
then you get the pussy don't be the dummy though

*Repeat (x4)

Quik:
My name is quik & I be moving fast like a race car
But I'm top seed #1 like the pace car
Whether you up on me or you chillin' way far
You can tell almost immediately that I'm aced off
So listen muthafucka why you comin' off hard
My objective is to catch you off guard
Get covert & infiltrate yo' clique
Crack yo' shit & mack yo' bitch
Now tell me could you conceive a nigga all up in her beaver
Givin' her the love fever for hours at a time before I take a breather
And when she tell me she loves me I don't believe her
'cause I rock in stereo or mono hot like gonno-
Rhea burnin' everytime you take a pee uh
So when you see a nigga out with his girl
Then baby play like you don't know me & we'll keep in a twirl
Because baby I go deeper than the deep blue seas
Baby do you really wanna play the flute on me?
I'll give you a sack & take it back & you'll die to get it
Little punk 'cause I'm fly with it

Chorus
When we come up we gettin' down down down
Step in the club they give us pound pound pound
Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown & round
Dj quik & amg with a brand new sound
(repeat)

Amg:
I told her don't chase it but you can place it
In between your jaws to taste it
Or leave it in the basement
I be the riddler that's too familiar get in the middle of ya
And then I diddle ya, dick ya down 'til it tickles
Smack the booty with no pimples
Caress ya back then rub ya nipples
Baby I'm a crack fiend get the ky & if I'm at a jiggalo
Baby say hi fly like a eagle in a range rover or a regal
Lookin' for the party people & when I catch ya baby girl
You should feel lucky we can make love
But don't forget to fuck me
'cause you got more bounce than roger troutman
I don't know when it's in or out and
Soak me baby give me that good thang
Ain't nothin' wrong with a coochie bang
'cause suga free, mausberg, quik & the am
Definitely knows how to play 'em
'cause we went from demos to limos to luxuriousies
To models from milan on they knees

Chorus
When we come up we gettin' down down down
Step in the club they give us pound pound pound
Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown & round
Amg & mausberg with a brand new sound
(repeat)

Mausberg:
Oh you didn't know that I'm the bomb baby
Well take a toke of this d-i- & you gon' be feelin' flizie
'cause I be's mausberg the superior
Steppin' through the club pound pound so ya fearin' us
But don't trip we keep the vibe right
Baby buy me some remy & if
Yo' baby daddy trippin' tell him beep me
'cause I be's black & tone & swift up on my toes
G'd up in alligate's and steel toes
Can I get a pound pound? (pound pound)
If free the flyest who am i? (you the realest)
Look into my eyes & tell me what do you see
Oh you jockin' my entourage dj quik & amg
Well get yo' groove on 'cause I ain't hatin' on the homies
When that 9-5th drop you & yo' sister gon' be on me
All I wanna do is slide up in & slide back out
Slap you in yo' face & stick it dead in yo' mouth
You think I'm bullshittin' well meet me after my show
Bring yo' lips to that all white stretch limo
So we can ride, slide, dip & glide booyah!
And do our thang 'cause my whole clique fly

Chorus
When we come up we gettin' down down down
Step in the club they give us pound pound pound
Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown & round
Mausberg & suga free with a brand new sound
(repeat)

Suga free:
It feel good don't it?
It ain't no good if it ain't good enough
To put the proper good on it
Peep how I struck up bitch jump in the air
Stay there until I tell you come down
& when you do you shut the fuck up
She'll sell a nice dream but bitch you'll
Have better luck tryin' to find 2 pac than
Me buying you somethin' off the ice cream truck
Oxygen you leave 'lone leave me 'lone
Before I lock you in that little bitty box again
Don't let up y'all just keep her soakin' wet up
Playa playa & tell her when she need to shut up
Don't lighten up naw nigga you better you better tighten up
Throw ya head back back back back
Lean it to the side hey playas (yeah!)
Tell 'em that we fly (we fly!) ooooh catastrophe!
Bitch rather slide down a slide of razor blades
Into a pool of pimp piss but this hoe had the audacity
To ask me for a dollar even though that's all I had left
These greedy lying ass hoes'll fifty cents yo' ass to death!

Chorus
When we come up we gettin' down down down
Step in the club they give us pound pound pound
Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown & round
And we come to hit the world with a brand new sound
(repeat)

Siide! Oh no, it's '98 y'all & we got some new shit
What we say? Yes ha ha fade the world in this motherfucker
that's right oh, check it out Fuck what ya heard baby I'm DJ Quik
whether on T.V. or in these streets I'm still the shit
I went from drinkin' eight ball and makin' demos
to drinkin' Hennessey & Chivas Regal in the back of the limo
Gettin' my issue in life you can't hate that
and when I tell you about yo' self nigga you can't take that
'cause y'all be cross fadin' if you don't understand
you got a side and I got one but you be crossin'
over here to see what's in my hand
Yeah but that's cool too I gets my money on the double
that's what I do hittin' them brown bubbles and avoidin' trouble
hoes to choose with nothin' to lose
& a million mothafuckas wanna be in my shoes
But you don't understand, beyond the parties & cheer
I been broke my whole career breakin' bread with my peers
bought a '96 Impala the new SS
before the 20,000 mile mark I gave it to Sid
I could never bust a new shoe if my nephews ain't got 'em
Fila Jumpman Cortez yeah I'm comin' out the pocket
for my homies in the 'hood up on it when I'm around
'cause there's a difference between bein' a thug & bein' down now

*Bang bang boogie da bang da bang boogie to da
boogie bang boogie da bang fuck what you sayin' nigga
You's a gangsta!
No I'm not! Nigga you's a gangsta!
No I'm not! Nigga you's a gangsta!

*Repeat

Just 'cause I kick it with killers don't mean that I do it
my occupation's a musician & I'm stayin' true to it
I went from bein' a rider to bein' a provider
while I was straddlin' the fence tryin' not to hit the divider
Just an impressionable human being tryin' to do right
every now & then I get my manhood tested in fights
like I used to have a beef with this cat named Eiht
and his homies approached me at the club El Rey
What was I to do I'm on stage & I'm doin' my thang
and this nigga's out in the crowd tryin' to hoo' bang
givin' it up for his homies & set trippin' too
but he wasn't from Rollin' 60's more like Tragney
I wonder what's his problem what he tryin' to say
Is this business personal or just Fuck Quik Day?
I approached him like a man & not like a nut
he turned around & put his drink down & straight knuckled up
In the dark club punches is flyin' all around
and even though it was me & him the rumors went 'round
and said I killed somebody now how that sound
How could I stomp somebody to death that's bigger than me
and I'm just a hundred & fifty five pounds tell me

*Repeat (x2)

See some don't realize the power of lyrics
'cause when you rap about death you talkin' to spirits
You see you can say the things that can help us all ball
or you can say things that make it bad for us all
fix the problem the only way is come to the source
don't be a Trojan Horse help us change the course
everybody knows that it's bad in the 'hood
so check what you rappin' about if it ain't to the good
I did my part a long time ago I changed my views
ain't no gang bangin' & slangin' just hangin' with trues
give it up to my Creator & that you can quote
but mothafuckas still see me as a scapegoat
yeah like that night when Biggie died at Quincy Jones spot
like 400 other people yeah I heard some shots
broke away with the crowd nervous obviously
& the mothafuckas blamed it on me What the hell!?!

*Repeat (x2)

Check it out this song is dedicated to the two most prolific writers
in rap music history Tupac Shakur & the Notorious B.I.G.
It's also dedicated to the little homie from 60's
that lost his life at that party Rest in peace y'all
And to MC Eiht when you get yo' head together maybe we can do a record
feel me I'm out <DJ scratches> Bang bang ('til fade)

Yeah somethin new Somethin different
Yeah bitch you know who I'm talkin bout
I'ma tell the whole world about yo ass

*I (We) useta know her (Talk box) I useta know her (2x)
Way back in 1991
I (We) useta know her (Talk box) I useta know her (3x)
Way back in 1991 owwww I useta know her

Well 1991 I was rockin my jheri curl, just a young gun
Lookin for the bitches that have alot of fun
just dropped a hit record now i'm under the sun
Winter time night fall cold as hell Standin outside of the Golden Tail
Hella hoes mobbin in pushin gettin through
Tiger striped cat suit lookin' at me to
I asked her whats your title and she said it was V
Vanessa you impress a nigga cant you see
What you doin' later can I kick it with you?
She said it all depends on what you wanna do
Took me me to her buddy walked in the room
Buzzin off the kamikaze that I consumed
Talk, kiss, grind tryin to get get my balls off first
She said, "Nigga, can you take my drawers off first"
I was young I admit it She told me I was horny and wild but still let
me hit it
Hot bare back until I felt that quake
She told me shoot that milk shake, shoot that milk shake
God damn I don't wanna get sprung
Take it out the pussy bust a nut on her tummy
Ran home to tell my nigga Top About this cock that just would'nt stop
yeah
I told him she was greeneyed light skinned and fly
He said he met a bitch like that last july
A car pulled up and it was her no doubt
I told him thats who i'm talkin bout He said thats who i'm talkin
bout damn

*Repeat

Now here's the plan in the home of the one night stand
Rolled up in a stretch, pussy to catch Plus now I'm sittin the V.I.P
And hoes wanna suck on the D-I-C
O.K. heres the play give me OJ and tanqueray
Have you had you dick today is what I'm thinkin
But I've been drinkin I see you peepin me out And its freakin me out
Cause she fine than a motherfucker bout 5'8
135 and I just can't wait (for what) To hit the backside, and get the
top love
Bucknaked in the hot tub
Cause she knew who I was and what I am and what I is (who are you)
The flyest nigga in the rap biz
And there playin my song so a nigga gotta go and uh
Put a hoe in the limo She was askin me question after question
Until she seen my life size erection I bent her over prepared to do
my duty
And seen my nigga Quik's name on her booty

*Repeat

(We're runnin out of beedees) Now who gon do the honors
I hit the liquor next to Benihana's But on my way I met bitch as
sqaure as a box
With a big ass booty and some goldie locks
And I aint gotta do much talkin' she wet
Because she seen me moving a '97 Corvette
The good thing is I never seen her around
So I took her to my spot to get down Now AMG what you think about the
bitch

She dance in the jet strip Shakin the cock, 20 dollars a pop
Her nickname Babygirl, useta have a jheri curl
Now she got braids, ex-nigga paid She useta roll a lexo now she got a
pathfinder
Wear a rubber if ya get behind her
Cause my nigga told me she had the heebie geebies
Give her drank and dank she'll give a nigga freebies

*Repeat

Bitch We useta know her She useta blow me I useta know her

[DJ Quik]
Yes, MGD is the beer for me
Ah, MGD is the beer for me (that's right)
MGD is the brew for me (that's right)

I'm the Q-to-the-U-to-the-I-to-the-K, okay?
Each day I play my way, that's the fly way
And I'm older than a motherfucker, but they still ask me
for my ID, when I buy MGD, feel me?
Cause I've got {?} in my family (uh-huh)
And I've got bitches that's finer than Vanity (hmm)
Plus I'm not living above my means (no) buying Rolexes and rings
Flossing cars that I can't afford, lovin these bitches and whores
You know, I never broke myself to see no ho
Never did time, never took no pride in bein cruised
Don't give a fuck about a pink slip, loose lips sink ships
Hundred miles at least, when I sign a new lease
I never, trick off my fanny with these bitches
You got to be clever, gots to keep yo' mind on your riches
And stop doin the things that keep you broke
And keepin niggaz names in yo' mouth you shouldn'tve spoke, no doubt I'm dope
In this game 8 years, some of my peers have moved on
I procede to succeed, I stay within my zone
I'm the baddest motherfucker, yet it's me that you despise
Look within yourself and find out why you wear that dumb disguise

[Chorus 2X: DJ Quik]
No doubt (no doubt) I got somethin for ya mouth
No doubt (no doubt) I got somethin for ya mouth
No doubt (no doubt) I got somethin for ya mouth
Now run and tell 'em what I'm all about

[Playa Hamm]
From the low bottoms, to the skies I got 'em open
On the scrotum they blowin like it's chronic, high hopin
The P never leaves, be conceivin 'em like intercourse
Up in somethin, keep 'em cummin, Playa Hamm be the source
of the force you now witness - and this is
just, another stone in the succession of the nutties I bust
The homies told me don't put no cut on it, keep it raw
If you want 'em bangin, P clique swangin down the shore
Tricks out here, tryin to make hits
Instead of makin it hard hittin, and perpetratin frauds when they spittin
The game is full of twisters and misters quick to do low
Victims of vendettas and busters infraredders you know
what type of forty it is, when in the presence
of the G's, pushin P's, players we be the essence
Fo' life, it's the JB and pimpin Carl
When LTD we havin it all, no doubt

[Chorus] - Playa Hamm instead of DJ Quik

[Suga Free]
Now I'ma tell ya STRAIGHT UP! One nigga planned on havin hands on
messin with what I stand on, but trick you fin' ta get ATE UP!
I, feel like {?} but this pimp ahead of me has {?}
To within an inner trace of the mind, disintergrates her kind like battery acid
You never got no money from a ho, or seen my {?} with some spokes
{?} buddy be somethin broke, I'm a pimp but you don't know
YOU BETTER STAND UP, now empty out your purse I told you
GET OUT I don't trust yo' ass, now throw yo' hands up
Take it to the bump-bump-be-ba-dump, haha
Brrrrrrrrrt, dip, gimme my chips! HahahahahaHAAAAAAAAA! Witchcraft
Now let me see what I can check you wit now
Excuse me baby but, didn't I look you in yo' eyes and tell you what you was?
Told you somebody sent you, but this here's what a pimp does
Ho what you cain't see me wit it? Why? Probably cause
I stay G'd up from the street up, and subject to make yo' trick go get it

[Chorus: Suga Free]
No doubt (no doubt) I got somethin for ya mouth
No doubt (no doubt) I got somethin for ya mouth
No doubt (no doubt) I got somethin for ya mouth
Now run and tell 'em what I'm all about
No doubt (no doubt) I got somethin for ya mouth
No doubt (no doubt) I got somethin for ya mouth
No doubt (no doubt) - somethin for ya mouth
Now let my name {?} like some dookie in yo' mouth

HAHAHAHA HAAAAAAAA! AHHHHHHHHHHH
DJ Quik, Hi-C, Tony Lane, stay in somethin
Playa Hamm, ohhh Bubba Brown
Clue Dog, Peter Gunz as well
El DeBarge what's up baby?
Ain't nuttin but a party up in here, yeah
See my fingernails done baby, ahh, watch how ya pants feel damp
Look out girl

Yea I rough voco, for my locos. My nigga Hi-C, 2nd II None, AMG

And the Q-U the new You knew I feel to any particular groove
I came ok now Check it if you want to but it's all in vein
Because me game is stil the same
Perfection!
Fill me as I fill you in I never rode a pony but I'm genuine
So give me just a little bit of nicotine And a sticky greeen
And I'm a hit it with the icky cream
Booyah I hit her on the neck with a whip
And made the hooker jump without a safety net
Hit the ground break her back
Get up and do it again because she can really take a shot on the chin
caffeine cappucino chase it with some no-doz
Up all night like the moon glows Searching for new hoes
They really want to follow my lead indeed and give a nigga just what
I need

*When I'm on speed
I'm faster then most
And I can rock a party from coast to coast

*Repeat (x3)

The Q-U-I-K is the name I spell 124 beats per minute I rock well
Because I'm tight to the second power When I hit the liquor
And I don't serve emcees I'm serve dickas
Bang bang boogie When I hit a shot of loogie
And the Booger try to put it on me
But I get that moves to show her
I flaunt it like Noah I strut backside like a Boa
Constrictor when I dicked her down
Game feel just like a circus clown when I work this
Jack of all trades Master to few Test these test these 1, 2
Gettin down with my nigga AM to the G in the PM
Hookers wanna see him Big cat callin Superfat ballin
Indeed Give us what we need When I'm on speed

*Repeat (x4)

Faster then the concord On board
Call me the pilot Baby better let me know shes excited
In the testerosa Sipppin memosas Girls want me to sign posters
International with the steelo Got hookers from Cancoun to Reo
Fire (ignite it) But we don't even try it
You can't but it Got freaks have to hide it
Hit the weed up Then turn the speed up
The booty from the backs the only way I eat up
Quicker than Jackie Chan
I search off the Goochi like a rubber band
You want to be more than the average man
But the hoe needs more a job in a man
And a retirement plan
So baby don't cry the blues Cause I know a gang of hoes in your shoes

*Repeat (x4)

La da la da da da ('till fade)

Ay, come here miss lady Check it out, well meet me half way there now
Damn, check this, look I already know your name is Sheila
Cus I seen you in the front of Players Magazine in the main edition
And it aint gon' kill you if you give me yo number
What's happenin? Can we hook up later or something? Thank you

I like the way that you don't say much
And when the homies give you phone numbers you don't stay in touch
With that proper little mystic about your ways
About your style that got your boy dazed
Now I'm diggin in my game so I can see where you at
And I'm pushin all the buttons that make you come exact
I know you recognize I'm young and I'm gifted and black
That should be enough to have you sprung and fidgety in ya cat
But yet you play it off swell To see if I'ma give up on the pursuit
of your tail
But even if you knew that aint all I wanted was just to bone it
I'm still detectin ego trippin baby you own it
But you don't understand I know parts of you that you do not
And I can penetrate right down through your through-through spot
Because I'm talented and young and I got a lot wealth
And I'm the bomb baby, now what you tell me I ma out my self?

*Whateva U Do You make me wanna touch myself
Whenever I'm with you cus you got it (Who go it?)
And I'm gonna make you give it to me (Yeah sing it to me)
Whateva U Do You make me wanna touch myself
Whenever I'm with you cus you got it (Say what?)
And I'm gonna make you give it to me

C'mon, we can go to my house we don't need the hotel
Now lay down by my fireplace and drink Sip & Dale
While I massage your feet, and yo massage my neck
And I won't make a move on you long ass you got self-respect
Now check it, I wanna see what you look like in spa
With nothing on yo body but yo panties and bra
Grand Mar in ya flava down your neck and your back
Aha, didn't know the Quiksta could do it like that
You actin different on the liquor baby girl is that you
The ways your eyes sparkled when I bit yo tattoo
You're rugged but soft baby you're sowed up with fears
And you gotta like pleasure and pain with your naval peers
But I appreciate you lady cus your makin me wait
Even though that little game you playin is much outta date
I'ma save it for next time and I hope you will too
Cus I like the way you do what you do, baby girl

*Repeat (x2) (Girl do you know how bad I am?, Now give it to me)

You know you want it I can see it ya face
That you would rather be somewhere with me takin off your lace
To a bikini shavin pubic I'm a diamond he's cubic
You gave him yo love and he blew it Move, let me do it
Because my love is like fire and ice I'm like bitter sweet
Me and my peaches, and you and yo pretty feet
Knowin that if I lick it, tell me then I get closa
While I'm urgin you to drink this Mamosa
Because you know that I got the skills that make you get them crazy
leg spasms
By helping you to reach multiple orgasms
Ya hear me? Now feel me, you know what's happenin
So hit me on my hip when you wanna get it
And I'll be over there twenty minutes to hit it
Just as long as you stay cool and you stay true
And just keep on doin Whateva U Do, baby girl!

*Repeat (x4) (Who got it?, Sing it to me, I know what I can do,
I wouldn't make records about it if I didn't, Damn come here,
Come here let me feel you, give me a hug, C'mon baby, maybe we can go
to the beach, You know like, Just play in the water)

Whateva I do whateva I do I'm gonna make you oh Oooh
Oh whateva I do Yeah yeah yeah Oooh
Whateva I do ooh yeah Oh yeah, I'm gonna make you girl
Oooooh Yeah, oh yeah

Ha ha nothin but the best,from the best You feel me? hear me
This is dedicated to that special someone
You know who you are, and you never gave me a chance

I used to watch you walk to class,fine as can be
While I'm standing here with K.K. and D
And I did a liitle bit of everything just to get your attention
But I knew you had no eyes for me
I used to get up, sharpen my pencil for nothin
You watch me watch you rollin your eyes and you still was bumpin
So when test time came I was all in yours
With no bubbles on my papers just some low ass scores
I guess you can call it puppy love I was a scrub
Having fantasies of me and you up in my tub
Makin love in the soapy water,having my daughter
But I knew you liked them baller dudes and, I did'nt have a quarter
I admit on the rainy days it was sad
Cause it was'nt about who you was but what you had
Now i'm doing swell baby and you know it's true
Back when you had a chance you should've let me breath on you

*Sittin in my room thinkin bout you
Reminiscing on the kinky little things we didn't do
I said I'm sitting in my room thinkin thinkin thinkin

*Repeat

Now I called you on the telephone baby it's david
The last you gave a chance is the first to save it
And i'm just tryin to hook us up for another session
Because I have'nt learned my lesson Plus I got positions never ending
Now i'm descending down into your valley baby work your tendons
Doing what I do to make you do what you did
To make me come so hard that we almost had a kid
Platinum Thats how i descibe your thigh
Tell me how come your so young doin shit that fly
You must have came from the school of hard knocks
Lickin on hard rocks and blowin off tube socks
Now whenever it's time for fun You got me blowin up your pager with
911's ha
Now show me a little affection But hurry up before I lose my erection

*Repeat (x2) (Room -> Couch)

And now i'm sittin in my spa thinkin bout you
and you baby doll don't even have a clue
I'm just sittin in my spa thinkin thinkin bout you
I said i'm sittin in my spa thinkin bout you
And i'm doin rather swell in heaven yeah it's true
I'm just sittin in my spa thinkin thinkin thinkin
And that's real good night baby

Whoaoy whoaoy
Lord have mercy

Sometimes I smoke and I fell over joyed
Sometimes I smoke and I feel paranoid
Sometimes I smoke and I not even feel a thing
Sometimes I smoke and feel I'm going insane (lord)
You got the gunja whoaoi
She got the indo whoaoi
He got the sensi whoaoy
Sweet sensi I mean it whoaoy

It make you say
Wha-a-a-ahah-ya-ah-ah-ooa (x4)

*Wha-a-a-ahah-ya-ah-ah-ooa We smoking bombudd (x4)

Sometimes I smoke and I become aware
Sometimes I smoke and I don't even care
So this is for my homie Jake who rest in peace
He used to grow in all the multi colonies (right)

He had the gunja whoaoy
He had the indo whoaoy
He had the sensi whoaoy
Sweet sensi I mean it

It makes you say Wha-a-a-ahah-ya-ah-ah-ooa

*Repeat (x15)

You got the gunja whoaoy
She got the indo whoaoy whoaoy
He got the sensi whoaoy
Sweet sensi I mean it whoaoy
It make you say

Wha-a-a-ahah-ya-ah-ah-ooa
(We smoking bombudd) fades out until end

Uh, to the top dog
Get 2getha (Hi-C)
I said, Get 2getha (AMG)
Get 2getha (2nd II None)
Get 2getha Again

Everybody wanna know where we been, what we doin
Do we still like each other? Bitch, we muthafuckin brothers
And it don't stop till the coochies drop Bust a nut in a hoochie's eye
Now I know it's been around since you've heard from us
Class of '91 now it's time for fun
It's too much drama, go ask ya mamas While I'm in the silk pajamas
AMG the Don Won Hugh here for rap Lookin for the ladies with big
butts to slap
Everybody knows my name, knows my fame
Game recognize the one the lies Those with the pretty eyes, pretty
thighs
City to city call me worldwide Back to with niggas cus it just don't
stop
All suckas come an like the pop, chips, rock, trick

*Said it's all, get 2getha
It's all right, get 2getha
All right, get 2getha
Aw, get 2getha Again

*Repeat

Tha D baby got G-codes
Gots no time for no hookas with that floss mode
My niggas tell you how we like to do them yoyo
Up and down side to side like them low lows
You know, I know, these bitches can't crack us
Once met a trick that wa sittin by the jackas
Now she blowin on a flute sweatin on my mackas
Don't get it twisted trick we aint no slackas

Aint got time to play Hollywood Squares with your bagged up
The only stars high in the sky
And on chucks, you got that what, who, why, where, when, show me
Don't tell me, I know you got gum bumpin at ya mic tryin to sell me
Straggla struggling, wannabe baby have a nut jugglin
Haters don't you crew try to separate
It's the K, but aint nobody fade

*Repeat (x2)

Now don't be surprised I'm the risin one I got game for you like
Allen Iverson
You see Hi-C five years from now Bankroll still slow with that
platinum style
I'm an 8-50 pushin light skin, good-looking lieutenant when I'm in it
I'm keep nut gushin, Alize, Ice-tea, mixed with Sunny Delight
And I'm fuckin somebody tonight, aight?

Now first of all we did it like we should now
So everyone can recognize we good now
Cus we done been click the click And watch y'all hit
And realize that we started some proper shit
Mista AMG the most clever lyricist Hi-C the pearl rabbit never fear a
bitch
K and D from 2nd II None my homies from elementary To the new century

Well I guess by now you can take a hunch And find the Don of nuttiest
of the bunch
But that's okay, we still keep it strive
We put the homies back 2getha now we down to ride

Now we gon' dip dip da to the niggy nine eight
As we sip one to the niggy nine nine
And if you thinking about humpin with the crew ya through
We works that nana till the pussy go

That's how we do it For ever My nigga AMG my nigga Hi-C
2nd II None, featuring El Debarge Now can you fuck with that, huh?
Oh me? I'm a Capricorn And my name is Charles

*Repeat (x9)

(Kweli)
We be blazin' (uh)
So amazin' (yeh)
Everybody get down
Everybody get down (uh, yeh)
We be blazin' (uh)
So amazin' (c'mon, uh)
Everybody get down
Everybody get down
Yeh

(Talib Kweli)
New year, new record, time to do bigger shit
Caught a plane to Cali linked with my nigga Quik
I figure with the combination we bomb the nation but stay calm and patient
As the world get hyped from hearin our musical conversation
This a beautiful situation right here
Given birth on the track cuz the cypher stay pregnant with ideas
And we rockin it - rock, rock, rockin it
Tell the hater players put a sock in it!
Proper shit, that you got to get, cause we properly document
How cats look more like dicks than the Washington monument
Validly try to challenge me, but who you racin wit'
It's amazing the lyrical lyngerie I be lacin shit, we be blazin it
Put it in the air with the chronic
My lyrics like drugs got you hooked on my phonics
From Brooklyn to Compton the lounge of Soundbombing
Still rockin' over "Balance and Options," now

(Chorus)
If you got a spliff then put it in the air
If you want a rift then put it in the air
If you shakin yo' ass, put it in the air
If you makin it last, put it in the air
If you leave the crib strapped then put it in the air
Take ya hand of your gat and put it in the air
Snuck your bud in the club, put it in the air
Got nuttin but love, put it in the air

(Talib Kweli
They say my rhymes is too heavy, I come thicker than the fog
You get it when I retire and battle my catalogue
Writin rhymes in my captain's log, BlackStar date
MC's fake like Egyptian Gods in +Stargate+
Lovin the hate, bubble all types of weight in they rap
I draw blood like mosquitos y'all annoy like gnats
Pop that around the wrong cat get laid flat
Concrete adjust to the contours in your back
Quik where you at?

(Quik)
Yo i'm in the back room makin a run
Ain't even touched her n makin her cum
N you can catch me out in Portland we startin mine
Everybody doin shows but i'm the hottest flyin'
Bitches say honest, I swear to God
So how come then believin them is so damn hard
Could you really blame a nigga if you fucked a skate
You ain't even pay that's why you flunked today
All you heard was he sellin talk shit about niggas and drink wine
And your answer kept changin cos bitch you keep lyin'
Talkin bout 'he make me sick
All he do is disrespect me keep callin me bitch
And he only wanna fuck me when he all for that dough'
What the fuck you think i'm here for not to love you I hope
All i'm bout to do is listen for a minute
While I get my drink in n' introduce you to my dog Kweli n go up in it

(Chorus)

(Kweli)
C'mon
We be blazin' (c'mon)
So amazin' (yeh)
Everybody get down
Everybody get down (yeh, c'mon, yeh)
We be blazin' (uh)
So amazin' (c'mon, yeh, c'mon, c'mon)
Everybody get down
Everybody get down
Now let me tell you how I am

(Talib Kweli)
I'm mild-mannered at day but superhero at night
I got the special invite to make your spot look right
No ice, no rain, not bottles of champagne n'
HALF these motherfuckers can't pronounce my name
I'm so cool while you hyper in the coffee shop
Hype niggas make girls be like 'get off me stop'
Real niggas like thirst so of course we rock
Cos the game unauthordox, off top
You got cold feet like I pulled off your socks
Always goin down town pullin all the stops
Your breath smellin like fish from right off the docks
Dats how you lost your spot
You too hype

(Chorus)

Yeh
We be blazin' (c'mon, uh)
So amazin' (yeh, everybody c'mon)
Everybody get down
Everybody get down (yo, all the people in the house)
We be blazin' (c'mon yeh)
So amazin' (yeah, c'mon)
Everybody get down
Everybody get down
Yo, 1, 2, (c'mon) 1, 2
We be blazin' (c'mon, yo)
So amazin' (c'mon get dowwwn)
Everybody get down
Everybody get down (yeh, everybody yo)
We be blazin' (light it up, light it up)
So amazin' (yeah, i'm feelin that, c'mon)
Everybody get down
Everybody get down (yeh)
Yo do that shit
We be blazin' (yeah)
So amazin' (c'mon get dowwwn, uh)
Everybody get down
Everybody get down (yo, yo do that shit)
We be blazin' (c'mon, yo)
So amazin' (yeh)
Everybody get down
Everybody get down

[ VERSE 1 ]
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

[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*}

Here we go

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

[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)

[dj quik]
Oh yes I'm new and improved, and to a funky-ass groove
My name is quik and I'm smooth, and I'm makin yo' ugly bitch move
With the streets you can't lose, but if you still wanna choose
To be a sucka, I got a 380 punk, so duck her
And to you motherfuckers thinkin you wanna fade me?
I'm runnin the underground, so fool, you're crazy
And you better step, 'fore I beat you with a switch
And tie you up, and make you watch, while I'm fuckin yo' bitch
Cause I'm a low-pro nigga that you should not fol-low
Puttin suckaz in the wind cause my voice is hol-low
Put the pistol to your grill and your punk ass rolls
You grab my shit and I pull the trigger now you're missin a nose
And umm, I don't fear your crew because my back is got
Chasin nothin but the suckaz when we hit yo' spot
Yeahhhhh, straight bronx killa, mark ass niggaz can't check me
But gotta respect me, cause I'm way 2 fonky

Fonky - yeah, fonky.. you know I can't stop
Fonky - yeah, fonky.. you know I can't stop
Fonky - yeah, fonky.. you know I can't stop
Fonky - yeah, fonky.. yeah

[dj quik]
Now no sooner than I hit the fuckin streets
People be approachin me, all throughout the swap meets
Askin me shit like, when your new album comin out?
Is it different? is it dope? where yo' perm?
What you talkin bout?
I know you don't expect that a nigga gon' quit
Bein nothin less than funky and bangin out the dope-ass hits
Cause dj quik is a name that I take much much pride in
No egoes to hide in and no limos to ride in
Maybe a cutlass or two, but still the same ol' shit
And me unclever? no never, I'll have this talent forever
The producer get funky down to the last ounce
And I'm creative too - so I don't need mo' bounce
But to you suckaz in my city claimin I got a def wish
You should try again fool, you ain't hittin near this
Them wack ass tracks, make you sound like a monkey
Just a shot in the dark, from a punk-ass mark who ain't fonky

Fonky - yeah, fonky.. you know I can't stop
Fonky - yeah, fonky.. you know I can't stop
Fonky - yeah, fonky.. you know I can't stop
Fonky - yeah, fonky.. yeah

[dj quik]
Now when you records ain't that funky then it's easy to disrespect this
Cause you know that when I hit I didn't miss
Just like that I'm born and raised, you wish you could fade
And when you picked up that album cover you knew I was paid, tim
Cause we ain't goin out and we ain't stuck in that old school shit
That boring flavor that just don't hit
Cause this is ninety-two, and yes yo' style is through
And if your record ain't sellin well fool I thought you knew
That this is straight bronx killa, straight bronx murda
Yeah yo' city's a dump, and fool yo' shit don't bump
And 'member the jack the rapper? yeah, your punk ass sat
That's when my homeboy d, was bout to flatten yo' cap
And you apologized to him, started kissin his ass
Sayin you only dissed compton for the money, so he gave you a pass
But you ain't movin shit on the streets
Get off the nuts of my city with them wack ass beats that ain't fonky

Fonky - yeah, fonky.. you know I can't stop
Fonky - yeah, fonky.. you know I can't stop
Fonky - yeah, fonky.. you know I can't stop
Fonky - yeah, fonky.. yeah

Finally got a chance to leave the c-p-t
Off to other cities to trip
No longer just an underground hit
Movin thangs... a local brother made good
I made a name off of making tapes for homies in the hood
And now, let me tell a little story
About the places that I been to and the shit that I been through
Like fightin and shootouts and bangin and trip
All because I came out with a hit, check it
Nineteen-ninety-one, while everybody else is smokin the splits
I was thinkin of the fonky hits
About hoochies and playaz and gettin drunk and off that bud
I was doing the things they hadn't heard of
But foolish was I to think that it wasn't no other cities like this
And that they didn't like this
That compton was the home of the gangster class
Where you got blast and knowledge, that's a thing of the past
Let me tell ya why firsthand, we did a show up in oak-land
And brothers was kickin up sand, to them bangin ain't nothin new
And slangin ain't nothin new
And for every sucker we done shot
They done shot two
Straight doin dope since the sixties, before I was born
Families of hardheads mourn
So I'm just letting you know
That if ya plan to take a trip to the bay
Keep your hand on the clip

Becaue oakland... <is jus lyke compton>
Yeah, I'm telling y'all oakland... <is jus lyke compton fool>

Moving on to st. louis, where they thinki they be buffin
With gold teeth in they mouth but they still know whassup
And the summer is kinda hot
Hot enough to make ya cuss
And that's why I stayed on the bus
But later on when it cooled off we came down and made a couple of friends
Who put us up on the st. louis cap
The smith center, with big bob, little steve, tojo, biss and rich
And a couple of hoochies
Then they took us to a man named gus in a store
He put us down with a herringbone and shoes galore
That's when I started thinking that this wasn't like home
But then they had to prove me wrong
Cuz later that night after we did the show
We went back to the afterset, and wouldn't ya know
Yeah, bloods and crips start scrappin and shootin -- in missouri?
Damn, how could this happen?

Now st. louis... <is jus lyke compton>
Yeah y'all, st. louis... <we made it jus lyke compton fool>

I don't think they know, they too crazy for their own good
They need to stop watchin that colors and boyz in the hood
Too busy claimin sixties, tryin to be raw
And never ever seen the shaw
But now, back to the story that I'm tellin
We packed up the tour bus one more time and started bailin
When we arrived I saw red and blue sweatsuits
When I'm thinkin bout hors d'ouvers, and cowboy boots
I guess texas ain't no different from the rest
And san antonio, was just waitin to put us to the test
And before it was over the show got deep
A fool got shot in the face, and was dead in the street
Then they came in the club thinkin of scrappin
Little did they know that we was packin
Yeah, we was puttin em down and scaring the rest, yo
I even had to wear the bulletproof vest

Now san antonio... <is jus lyke compton>
Yeah, san antonio... <is jus lyke compton punks>

After a month on the road
We came home and I can safely say
That l.a. is a much better place to stay
How could a bunch of suckers in a town like this
Have such a big influence on brothers so far away?
But still my story ain't over cuz I got one more to tell
And the people of colorado, they know it well
It was all in the news and if you don't remember
I had this show I did in denver
With a first time promoter, it was done in a skatin rink
Hoochies was lovin us, but suckers was ready to bust
To the front of the stage to throw their gang signs
But I'm getting paid so I didn't pay it no mind
Then I poured out my brew onto their face and chest
Then they start throwin soda, and fuckin up my guests
When it was over two niggaz needed stitches
Got cracked in they jaw for being nothin but snitches

Now denver... <is jus lyke compton>
Yeah, and denver... <they wanna be lyke compton, fools!>
...
I thought ya knew...

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&nbsp;??? 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)

Quik:
Ha ha yeah check it out money & pussy make the world go 'round
(that's right) that's how it's been since the beginning of time.

Now who says we can't be fly?
Who say compton niggas can't get they scrilla
At the same time get some thigh
Well uh that's the subject of my conversation
Cause ain't nothin' like gettin' a dollar & some penetration
Now that's a whole lot easier to understand now a days
But uh some of you playas still be going out sideways
So umm just take this game with a tic tac
Cause if you was on skid row you can get
Pussy faster than a big mac
I owe it to myself to be fly that's what top dog taught a boy
Cause instead of mounds these bitches always want almond joy
Because uhh sometimes they feel like a nut
But they rather have it more often than they don't
So I won't go flippin' & makin' it topsy turvy
Now keep my hundred dollar bills crisp & that ass curvy
Cause ain't nuthin' on my mind but to be fly through time
Havin' a nest egg bird behind an estate that's mine
Watchin' jordan go for forty in a sucker tub
Eatin' cheetos drinkin' mo' & getting a back scrub
Because first you get the power then you get the money
Then you get the pussy dude don't be no dummy uhh

Chorus el debarge:
Playas get they paper when they game is tight
And if you want some nana that's for you to decide
But as long as you ain't simpin' then ya doin' it right
'cause together they go hand in hand oh yeah
(repeat)

D:
She wanna make me break code but I can't
I wanna fire it up & hit it pass it like dank
Baby all in my square big buddha long hair
Fly chinese & black for a mack plus player
D baby i'ma get ya hot wanna get ya full blown
So we all can hit the spot (now you gotta shake the spot)
Got game by the tons lookin' for some 2nd ii none
Kinda fun but these hookers on the run for cover
They lookin' for lovers ain't no trickin' young d
'cause I'm unlike the others not a buster
I'm on the mission for figures time up for you diggers
(now who got the henn'? ) pass the liquor
Hoes hear the name it get's 'em hotter
Spin a scraggler on a wheel now they call me d the potter
Lotta hatin' going on but I ain't with it
I'ma mash on that drama everytime that I feel it
'cause I'd rather have a major end than have sex
And when I have a million to splurge you know what's next
But first you get the power then you get the money
Then you get the pussy fool don't be no dummy

Chorus

Bridge
El debarge talking:
Yeah first comes the power then the money heh
And if you really just want it the
Na na na na la di da na na na la di da

Kk:
I understand that you think you grown
Independant on ya own with ya jazzy ways
My intent is ya lay but first I'm out to get paid not played
Can't be yo' incredible edible egg
I don't crack nor split my yolk with the female folk
Now baby break yourself get broke you can choke
Off this young black better than mary jane
In ya brain I'm guaranteed to have ya thinkin' & feelin' thangs
Like yourself now uhh watch ya health if ya feel like plottin'
Ya body turns rotten from the inside out that pussy's turned out
Getting hit by a sucker a 2 minute brother
Who's first 10 seconds is thinkin' he came up
That next full minute suckin ya drama up
50 seconds to go see half of that is the show
Now where the other half you can't laugh
'cause you know it's straight simpin' & whinin'
'stead of pimpin' & grindin' kk'll let you know
So pay attention bro
See first you get the power then you get the money
Then you get the pussy don't be the dummy though

Chorus 4x

Quik:
My name is quik & I be moving fast like a race car
But I'm top seed #1 like the pace car
Whether you up on me or you chillin' way far
You can tell almost immediately that I'm aced off
So listen muthafucka why you comin' off hard
My objective is to catch you off guard
Get covert & infiltrate yo' clique
Crack yo' shit & mack yo' bitch
Now tell me could you conceive a nigga all up in her beaver
Givin' her the love fever for hours at a time before I take a breather
And when she tell me she loves me I don't believe her
'cause I rock in stereo or mono hot like gonno-
Rhea burnin' everytime you take a pee uh
So when you see a nigga out with his girl
Then baby play like you don't know me & we'll keep in a twirl
Because baby I go deeper than the deep blue seas
Baby do you really wanna play the flute on me?
I'll give you a sack & take it back & you'll die to get it
Little punk 'cause I'm fly with it

Chorus
When we come up we gettin' down down down
Step in the club they give us pound pound pound
Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown & round
Dj quik & amg with a brand new sound
(repeat)

Amg:
I told her don't chase it but you can place it
In between your jaws to taste it
Or leave it in the basement
I be the riddler that's too familiar get in the middle of ya
And then I diddle ya, dick ya down 'til it tickles
Smack the booty with no pimples
Caress ya back then rub ya nipples
Baby I'm a crack fiend get the ky & if I'm at a jiggalo
Baby say hi fly like a eagle in a range rover or a regal
Lookin' for the party people & when I catch ya baby girl
You should feel lucky we can make love
But don't forget to fuck me
'cause you got more bounce than roger troutman
I don't know when it's in or out and
Soak me baby give me that good thang
Ain't nothin' wrong with a coochie bang
'cause suga free, mausberg, quik & the am
Definitely knows how to play 'em
'cause we went from demos to limos to luxuriousies
To models from milan on they knees

Chorus
When we come up we gettin' down down down
Step in the club they give us pound pound pound
Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown & round
Amg & mausberg with a brand new sound
(repeat)

Mausberg:
Oh you didn't know that I'm the bomb baby
Well take a toke of this d-i- & you gon' be feelin' flizie
'cause I be's mausberg the superior
Steppin' through the club pound pound so ya fearin' us
But don't trip we keep the vibe right
Baby buy me some remy & if
Yo' baby daddy trippin' tell him beep me
'cause I be's black & tone & swift up on my toes
G'd up in alligate's and steel toes
Can I get a pound pound? (pound pound)
If free the flyest who am i? (you the realest)
Look into my eyes & tell me what do you see
Oh you jockin' my entourage dj quik & amg
Well get yo' groove on 'cause I ain't hatin' on the homies
When that 9-5th drop you & yo' sister gon' be on me
All I wanna do is slide up in & slide back out
Slap you in yo' face & stick it dead in yo' mouth
You think I'm bullshittin' well meet me after my show
Bring yo' lips to that all white stretch limo
So we can ride, slide, dip & glide booyah!
And do our thang 'cause my whole clique fly

Chorus
When we come up we gettin' down down down
Step in the club they give us pound pound pound
Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown & round
Mausberg & suga free with a brand new sound
(repeat)

Suga free:
It feel good don't it?
It ain't no good if it ain't good enough
To put the proper good on it
Peep how I struck up bitch jump in the air
Stay there until I tell you come down
& when you do you shut the fuck up
She'll sell a nice dream but bitch you'll
Have better luck tryin' to find 2 pac than
Me buying you somethin' off the ice cream truck
Oxygen you leave 'lone leave me 'lone
Before I lock you in that little bitty box again
Don't let up y'all just keep her soakin' wet up
Playa playa & tell her when she need to shut up
Don't lighten up naw nigga you better you better tighten up
Throw ya head back back back back
Lean it to the side hey playas (yeah!)
Tell 'em that we fly (we fly!) ooooh catastrophe!
Bitch rather slide down a slide of razor blades
Into a pool of pimp piss but this hoe had the audacity
To ask me for a dollar even though that's all I had left
These greedy lying ass hoes'll fifty cents yo' ass to death!

Chorus
When we come up we gettin' down down down
Step in the club they give us pound pound pound
Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown & round
And we come to hit the world with a brand new sound
(repeat)

Siide! Oh no, it's '98 y'all & we got some new shit
What we say? Yes ha ha fade the world in this motherfucker
that's right oh, check it out

-1-
Fuck what ya heard baby I'm DJ Quik
whether on T.V. or in these streets I'm still the shit
I went from drinkin' eight ball and makin' demos
to drinkin' Hennessey & Chivas Regal in the back of the limo
Gettin' my issue in life you can't hate that
and when I tell you about yo' self nigga you can't take that
'cause y'all be cross fadin' if you don't understand
you got a side and I got one but you be crossin'
over here to see what's in my hand
Yeah but that's cool too I gets my money on the double
that's what I do hittin' them brown bubbles and avoidin' trouble
hoes to choose with nothin' to lose
& a million mothafuckas wanna be in my shoes
But you don't understand, beyond the parties & cheer
I been broke my whole career breakin' bread with my peers
bought a '96 Impala the new SS
before the 20,000 mile mark I gave it to Sid
I could never bust a new shoe if my nephews ain't got 'em
Fila Jumpman Cortez yeah I'm comin' out the pocket
for my homies in the 'hood up on it when I'm around
'cause there's a difference between bein' a thug & bein' down now

Chorus
Bang bang boogie da bang da bang boogie to da
boogie bang boogie da bang fuck what you sayin' nigga
You's a gangsta!
No I'm not!
Nigga you's a gangsta!
No I'm not!
Nigga you's a gangsta!
<Repeat>

-2-
Just 'cause I kick it with killers don't mean that I do it
my occupation's a musician & I'm stayin' true to it
I went from bein' a rider to bein' a provider
while I was straddlin' the fence tryin' not to hit the divider
Just an impressionable human being tryin' to do right
every now & then I get my manhood tested in fights
like I used to have a beef with this cat named Eiht
and his homies approached me at the club El Rey
What was I to do I'm on stage & I'm doin' my thang
and this nigga's out in the crowd tryin' to hoo' bang
givin' it up for his homies & set trippin' too
but he wasn't from Rollin' 60's more like Tragney
I wonder what's his problem what he tryin' to say
Is this business personal or just Fuck Quik Day?
I approached him like a man & not like a nut
he turned around & put his drink down & straight knuckled up
In the dark club punches is flyin' all around
and even though it was me & him the rumors went 'round
and said I killed somebody now how that sound
How could I stomp somebody to death that's bigger than me
and I'm just a hundred & fifty five pounds tell me

Chorus

-3-
See some don't realize the power of lyrics
'cause when you rap about death you talkin' to spirits
You see you can say the things that can help us all ball
or you can say things that make it bad for us all
fix the problem the only way is come to the source
don't be a Trojan Horse help us change the course
everybody knows that it's bad in the 'hood
so check what you rappin' about if it ain't to the good
I did my part a long time ago I changed my views
ain't no gang bangin' & slangin' just hangin' with trues
give it up to my Creator & that you can quote
but mothafuckas still see me as a scapegoat
yeah like that night when Biggie died at Quincy Jones spot
like 400 other people yeah I heard some shots
broke away with the crowd nervous obviously
& the mothafuckas blamed it on me
What the hell!?!

Chorus

Check it out this song is dedicated to the two most prolific writers
in rap music history Tupac Shakur & the Notorious B.I.G.
It's also dedicated to the little homie from 60's
that lost his life at that party
Rest in peace y'all
And to MC Eiht when you get yo' head together maybe we can do a record
feel me I'm out

<DJ scratches> Bang bang ('til fade)

[DJ Quik Talking]
Momma
I know you said that you wanted a record you could listen to
With no cussing and shit
I tried
But I still gotta do this

[Verse 1]
Yo
Jingle jingle
We've go the lingo
With so much heat it's hard for us to pick the first single
It don't matter cuz I'm underground anyway
Rich balling, bitch call and fly any day
You dirty niggas y'all too whack to dance
Y'all need to ease up off that now before y'all splint y'all pants
And leave that up to my niggas, young fly niggas
Getting down you and I niggas dont try niggas
I changed my mind I don't want your bitch
Cuz sorry ass women just don't get rich
You could keep her
I'd rather have a fifi bag because it's cheaper
You can't come up for NL
I gets deeper
And my hold is so cold, it's a sleeper
So pass the reafer
And to you false balling niggas just grab your crotches
But if you paid nigga pat your pockets

[Hook]
And for sure
You've got yours
I've got mine's and we're balling
So call up everybody
Let's pitch in ona party for sure
[x2]

[Verse 2]
Alright
Somebody play the potato
Let's take a ballad
On who gonna invite the hoes that make the party valid
Cuz we don't need a whole crib full of dudes again
And here come the police with them big black boots again
Kicking niggas out
Hand cuffing and stuffing they banging jacky chicken in they mouth
And time to shine pitching a fit
Cuz somebody rolled her bud in a heeny blunt and won't pass the shit
Who keeps turning the lights on?
Why the music keep skipping?
And why these dirty khaki niggas tripping?
I don't know I'm Quik and I'm still delighted
500 dollars worth of white star
About to hide it
Cuz y'all ain't drinking mine up
You better drink that anj and palmason and the rest of that wine up
You party haters need to stop it
I think we really about to pat your pockets

[Hook]
[x2]

[Verse 3]
Hey baby
My girlfriend left me today
So which one of you old ragedy ass bitches wanna come in here and play?
That's what my homie told and try to cop the cancun
Then I caught him in there hunching in my downstairs bathroom
And in the kitchen and up in there on the dancefloor
By the big screen t.v. where your pants go?
Some of you niggas I swear
I try to throw y'all a ragedy ass party
And y'all don't even care
Cigarette burns in my plush
Empty beer bottles in the brush
And my bitch acting like a lush
Boy what else could go wrong?
Somebody kick the extension cord out
[Music stops, DJ Quik talking]
Move!
Y'all gotta be some of the clumsiest muthafuckas
[Music starts up again]
To the sounds, now some
Y'all done fucked up
Get out, get on
Speed up nigga
Get up, take your weed on
Ya nigga, the drunk nigga said it
Your pockets, that's where I'm sending
K go

[Hook]
[x4]

(feat. Erick Sermon & Ham)

(Verse 1 - DJ Quik)
I know you like to do ecstacy, and then forget where you are
Be up in a room with a stripper, and your homie Lamar
Now that's a nasty threesome, a straight mis-match
Instead of bangin' on the broad, you'd rather open his hatch
And start packin'... and get some dookie on your tip
Don't look now, you got a loogie on your lip
Next time video tape it, let us all see it
This is Sir Herb, I'll put you on the web - you pervert
The number 23 on the beats, 'bout to do ya
Mister Blake A.K.A. DJ Quik talkin' to ya
And I'll prove I'm proper and yo game is whack with 1 line
I'll never put my name on a track that wasn't mine
This hip-hip shit, is getting stupid again
These niggas gun-tottin', fightin', gettin' rutless again
There's a message in the Big Book, didn't you read it?
It say if niggas don't remember the past, they gonn' repeat it
So I'm into ???ated
That ground heart-stated
And we all made it
If you want a hit, nigga, call David
The first name basis, depends on how the pay is
50 under the table do it enough, don't need a label
'Cause I rob from the rich and I... gives to the ?floor?
The ground-level ground shovel diggin' up some more
So let's stay focused 'cause the chip is the prize
Now put your shit in first, nigga, and shift it to rise
And like Frank Nitti, ?We 2-degree?
And you haters trippin' cause I got the key to the city
Not a sissy but the hoes keep callin' us pretty
And you mad 'cause the bitch got me on her titty
Mr. Troutman talk me talkbox, do why diddy!
And I'll tell you to your ear, nigga, you sound shitty
I'll take your hoe up to the room and show her no pity
So call me DJ Meow Mix 'cause we gets kitty (meow)
Scratchin' all the fleas off of these
Stayin' high off of trees
Top villian, and enjoyin' the breeze
And the time I'm spendin' in yo bitch, a supreme blast
In the back of my S-500 playin' Dreamcast

(Chorus)
You Ain't Fresh (7x)
You a busta, nigga!
You Ain't Fresh (7x)
You a busta, nigga!

(Verse 2 - Erick Sermon)
Yo, yo, I'm into somethin' new, hoppin' through
Quicker than the Compton Crew, and Y too
Yo, what you wanna do? You ain't fresh!
No contest - we cook like Raekwon the Chef
And write for the skills, get set for the kill
And prep for the meals, after that we chill
The E-R-I-C-K is my name, I spell
Bring it back like '92, with clientele
And keep shit right, and make sure the sound excite
Nigga in affect, like flashlight
Quik and I do it 'til death
In the house 'yall, blackin' out like Red & Meth
Thick-boned women, in jeans and linen
Yeah (whew!), make a nigga wanna go fishin'
And when I walk by, girls singin' a song
Like E... is like a phemomenon
Ugh, al around the world they be bumpin' to E
Shuttin' it down, right in your company
I blow through like a gust of wind, through doors
Tearin' down the roof, rippin' the floors
'Cause rap's no game, I pack heat, ain't afraid to pull it
For what packs, I packs full of bullets
Stop when I come through
Big, Black, motherfucker fresh for '99
You suckas!

(Chorus)
You Ain't Fresh (7x)
You a busta, nigga
You Ain't Fresh (7x)
You a busta, nigga

(Verse 3 - Kam)
Kam got get-back
So get up off my dick, rat
Nigga, that shit whack
You want a hit track?
Where Quik at?
Knick, knack, patty whack
I only bone dimes
How you tight? You don't even write your own rhymes
It's been a long time
Since you last heard from me
Like Bill ass Hillary, "what's up?"
Still love me, pretty young thang?
City I'm from bang
What's up, nigga?
Real G's don't wear titty and tongue rings
You's a fruity-o, you make the most excuses
And keep a studio full of ghost producers
Young boss heard
You was tryin' to floss, nerd
Hollerin' "which side is the realest?"
Who you steal that from? (Mausberg)
The street slang thief is your chief employment
You live a life full of grief after brief enjoyment
Fake gang bangers, when you see us, tuck all rags
Adios, buenos dias, fuck y'all fags!

(Chorus)
You ain't fresh
You ain't fresh...

(DJ Quik)
Lay there, please don't move baby.
On me, don't you stop.
Doggy, comin through baby
Watch me hit the spot.
You make me wanna speak Spanish
You make me wanna be manish
Nothing could compare to the way we keep it hot.
Strawberries soakin in amaretto out in the limo.
Be spitty, got the car lookin pretty, in the window.
Lets hit the indo.
Commit a sin in this crescendo.
Smoky, foggy
Take off your coat, lets hit the doggy.
Pull out your scrunchie, let me play through your mane
Long, brown, nice and round, explorin my brain.
Selective and picky when we get wet and get sticky.
In and out, without a clue, not even a hickey.
Love it or leave it, addictive like crystal to meth
And it's hard to let go of me when I shift to the left.
Never like what you're happy for, I'm more than a man.
I can even make you feel me when you're usin your hand.
I'm confident, like an MVP
Got the key to the CPT
Lookin for a G like me
She F-E-M-A-L-E
Where you be at?
True love only can be that.
I'm tellin you that you the shit.
Call me when you get this hit.

(Chorus 1: DJ Quik)
Do I love her, do I need her? (Suga Free: nuh uh)
Do I take my money out and feed her? (no, no)
And should I treat her (no, no) like no other? (nah)
I don't know I think I need to ask my brother Suga Free.
(Chorus 1: Suga Free)
Do I love her? (uh huh)
Do I need her? (Oh, yeah)
And when she tells me she loves me, I don't believe her (yeah, you do)
No I don't love her, (mmm hmm)
And I don't need her (Yeah, yeah)
And if she don't give me me money I'm a leave her.

(verse 2)
See baby, I got a spot to fill.
And all that callin me out my name gonna have you
Runnin down the street barefooted again sayin "not for real!"
And how you gonna blame mine?
Dawon and Suga Free the same person
But you will never catch me and him in the same room at the same time
Baby, you not yo best, I called you
Cuz I was broke, hoeless, and short on these little ends
And it wasn't for no sex.
I see you still messin wit yo phony ballers.
But when they tired of you
You run yo lil ass right back over here beggin me for 20 dollars.
And mighty funny (mighty funny)
You get nice than a mug with them hugs, actin like you in love
With a nigga, when you love money.
What? you stuck?
Hoe, if I tell yo flea to pull a tree
You get a chain and hook his lil ass up.
Quik'll give you a piece of his planet.
But I'll give you a dirt rock
Half a low quat
Not a dope spot
Nor a piece of this pomegranet.
Baby wanna eat-eat?
Cuz Suga Free-Free
Will go gleek-gleek
And tweak-tweak
And put yo all to sleep-sleep.
Ooh, I'm a tell (I'm a tell)
Suga Free pop a beat and spit a rap so swell.
She said, "suga free, you know anything about cars, honey?"
I said, yeah, you fill em up with hoes
Take em to the hoes store
So they can get that money!

(Chorus 2: DJ Quik)
Do I love her do I need her? (suga free: uh uh)
Do I take my money out and feed her? (no way)
And do I treat her (no) like no other (man)
I don't know I think I need to ask my brother suga free.
(Chorus 2: Suga Free)
Aah, do I love her do I need her? (DJ Quik: Oh, yeah)
And when she tell me she love me I don't believe her (yea you do)
Do I love her? (mmm hmm) Do I need her? (fo sho)
Leave me 'lone, leave me 'lone, Devil be gone! I'm leaving (yeah)

(DJ Quik, talking)
See, that's what y'all get for underestimatin me and Suga Free.
We told y'all we was magical, way back in 1996.
But y'all didn't feel that. Y'all chose to sleep on us.
Baby, we so powerful, we can make the rain stop (Rain, ne me nome)
You feel that?

(Chorus 3: DJ Quik)
Do I love her, do I need her?
Do I take my money out and feed her?
And do I treat her (mmm mmm) like no other? (naw)
I don't know, I think I need to ask my brother Suga Free
(Chorus 3: Suga Free)
Ooh, do I love her, Do I need her? (DJ Quik: mmm hmm)
And when she tell me she love me I don't believe her (yeah, you do)
Now do I love her (mmm hmm) or care about her (you should)
You ne me nome, ne me nome, fore I lock you in that box again

(DJ Quik)
Do I love her do I need her? (Box again)
Do I take my money out and feed her? (ne me nome!)
And do I treat her a-like no other? (yaah!)
I don't know I think I need to ask my brother Suga Free

(Suga Free)
Ooh, do I love her, do I need her? (sure do)
And when she tell me she love me I don't believe her (she need you too)
And do I love her (mmm hmm) or care about her? (you outta)
You ne me nome, leave me alone, before I lock you in that box again

(DJ Quik)
Do I love her do I need her? (Box again)
Do I take my money out and feed her? (Box again!)
And do I treat her a-like no other?

(Suga Free)
Ne me nome

2-2-0

(Chorus)
Up in da club
(Where You chillin for the summer, homey?)
Up in da club
(Jump in the stretch, help me run it)
Up in da club
(Fly ladies from all the walls)
Up in da club
(With my beats I'm fadin all a y'all)
Up in da club
(Can a playa spend his double life)
Up in da club
(Before she shank me with a butter knife)
Up in da club
(Upper lover or lower life)
Up in da club
(Still the same when we go inside)

(Verse 1)
If You lookin for a man with a bulge in his pants
Who really ain't trippin about a one night stand
I'll be that dude that'll leave you wishin
Who's floatin in ya love pot, strictly fishin
See, baby, lookin cute with a bathing sute
Pants like all in the ass without the zoom
I'm gangsta, baby don't you know we keep the heaters hot
Summertime, when we grind bumpin on yo block
In the club smokin trees, drinkin hennessey
Crack a scarp to the fullest is my strap, G
Ain't no need for gangsta deeds
Now put ya drinks in the air and throw a toast to me
Cause I'm off the red eye flight
Flyin for the ladies in the tights
Tell me what you like
Fast or slow? In my car or on dubs?
A straight fuckin while we buckin, baby

(CHORUS)

(Verse 2)
Now can't hang, got a space at the back of the club, low key
I did my thang in the car that's why I skip past the broad
Got my eyes on tight, I'm headed straight for a corner
Got my eyes on this freak with 10 suckas all upon her
The type that claim they fly and fresh
Yappin like hoes bout who got the best Rolex sweat
Drinchin all on my head and my shirt
It's time to shake my buzz, grab a skirt and go to work
Crack the dance floor wit me but don't hurt ya self
Nice at the summertime (Oh Yeah)
The tricks come to spend a lot
On these tricks off the knot
That's why they get with pockets ripped to they socks
Damn! These pretty hoes comin in flocks
Talkin about how many freaks I got
That's why, sometimes I go for a minute & shake the spot
It's either too damn crowded or hell-a-hot

(CHORUS)

(Verse 3)
Yeah, ho is Dolce & Gabanna, ya mama
In the six rebel
Big face, she wanna know how my hit tastes
Yeah, I remember these freaks by face
Or they nipples or they cheeks to the belly chains on they waist
Most of y'all easin' knuckles, Cartier belt buckles
Lookin for a nigga to hustle
Shit, I'm the next multi-million dollar black man
For all y'all ain't grizzlin' niggas
Take shake the sound stand
Quik gotta beat that'll cost a hundred grand
Party from LA, Terrio to Japan
If you in the sand, throw up, up ya hands
If you in the hood with the leather'n'wood
Let these hoes know 2-2-0 got the do-do
Find me on the net, dot com the text
VISA, Mastercard, American Express

(Chorus Till Fade)

Awwww yeah!
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

Here we go

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

[ VERSE 1 ]
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

[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

[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

[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*}

[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)

[ verse 1 ]
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)

[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)

[DJ Quik]
Oh yes I'm new and improved, and to a funky-ass groove
My name is Quik and I'm smooth, and I'm makin yo' ugly bitch move
With the streets you can't lose, but if you still wanna choose
to be a sucka, I got a 380 punk, so duck her
And to you motherfuckers thinkin you wanna fade me?
I'm runnin the underground, so fool, you're crazy
And you better step, 'fore I beat you with a switch
and tie you up, and make you watch, while I'm fuckin yo' bitch
Cause I'm a low-pro nigga that you should not fol-low
Puttin suckaz in the wind cause my voice is hol-low
Put the pistol to your grill and your punk ass rolls
You grab my shit and I pull the trigger now you're missin a nose
and umm, I don't fear your crew because my back is got
Chasin nothin but the suckaz when we hit yo' spot
Yeahhhhh, straight Bronx killa, mark ass niggaz can't check me
but gotta respect me, cause I'm Way 2 Fonky

Finally out the motherfuckin C-P-T
Off to other cities and shit
No longer just an underground hit
Movin thangs... a local nigga made good
And made a name off of making tapes for niggaz in the hood
And now, let me tell a little story
About the places that I been to and the shit that I been through
Like fightin and shootouts and bangin and shit
All because a nigga made a hit, check it
Nineteen-ninety-one, it was double or nothin that a nigga would hit
Then we broke out with the fonky shit
About bitches and niggaz and gettin drunken off that bud
I was doing the shit they hadn't heard of
But foolish was I to think that it wasn't no other cities like this
And that they didn't like this
That Compton was the home of a foot in yo ass
Where you got blast
And now that's just a thing of the past
Let me tell ya why firsthand, we did a show up in Oak-land
And niggaz was kickin up sand, to them bangin ain't nothin new
And slangin ain't nothin new
And for every nigga we done shot
They done shot two
Straight through and on since the sixties before I was born
Families of young niggaz mourn
So I'm just letting you know
That if ya plan to take a trip to the bay
Keep your hand on the clip

Becaue Oakland... <is jus lyke Compton>
Yeah, I'm telling y'all Oakland... <is jus lyke Compton>

Moving on to St. Louis, where thecountry is fucked
With gold teeth int hey mouth, but they still know what's up
Where it's hot as a motherfucker
Hot enough to make ya cuss
That's why I kept my ass on the bus
But later on, whenit cooled off we came down
and met a couple of friends
Who put us up on the St. Louis cap
The Smith Center, with Big Bob, Little Steve, Tojo, Biss and Rich
and a couple of bitches
Then they took us to a man named Gus in a store
He put me down with a herringbone and shoes galore
That's when I started thinking that this wasn't like home
But then they had to prove me wrong
Cuz later that night after we did the show
We went back to the afterset, and wouldn't ya know
Yeah, Bloods and Crips start scrappin and shootin -- in Missouri?
Damn, how could this happen?

Now St. Louis... <is jus lyke Compton>
Yeah y'all, St. Louis... <is jus lyke Compton nigga>

I don't think they know, they too crazy for their own good
They need to stop watchin that "Colors" and "Boyz in the Hood"
Too busy claimin Sixties, tryin to be raw
And never ever seen the Shaw
But now, back to the story that I'm tellin
We packed up the tour bus one more time and started bailin
When we arrived I saw red and blue sweatsuits
When I'm thinkin bout horse dookey and cowboy boots
I guess Texas ain't no different from the rest
And San Antonio, was just waitin to put us to the test
And before it was over the shit got deep
A nigga got shot in the face, and was dead in the street
Then they came in the club thinkin of scrappin
Little did they know that we was packin
Yeah, we was puttin em down and squaring the rest, shit
I even had to wear the bulletproof vest

Now San Antonio... <is jus lyke Compton>
Yeah, San Antonio... <is jus lyke Compton bitch>

After a month on the road
We came home and I can safely say
That L.A. is a much better place to stay
How could a bunch of niggaz in a town like this
Have such a big influence on niggaz so far away?
But still my story ain't over cuz I got one more to tell
And the people of Colorado, they know it well
It was all in the news and if you don't remember
I had this show I did in Denver
With a punk ass promoter in a bunk ass skating rink
Bitches was loving it, but niggaz was shovin and shit
To the front of the stage to throw their gang signs
But I'm getting paid so I didn't pay it no mind
Then I poured out my brew onto their face and chest
then they start throwin soda, and fuckin up my guests
When it was over two niggaz needed stitches
Got cracked in they jaw for being punk ass bitches

Now Denver... <is jus lyke Compton>
Yeah y'all, Denver... <they wanna be like Compton, bitch>
And ya know that Oakland... <is jus lyke Compton>
Yeah y'all St. Louis... <we made it jus lyke Compton, fools>
Uh-huh, San Antonio... <is jus lyke Compton>
Yeah, and Denver... <they wanna be lyke Compton, punk ass niggaz!>

I thought ya knew...

(DJ Quik Talking)
This is a song that I wanna dedicate to my true
You think that then my homie I will never turn my back on you-uuu
Mama say let lay you got the girl that she make me feel real irie
(Real Irie!)(That!)
So lemme sing it like this (Dont Do It!)

(DJ Quik)
I said me wan yes me wanna rip your girl
I do I said me really really wanna rip your girl
I do I said me wan yes me wanna rip your girl
I do I said me really really wanna rip your girl

(Ah what he say?!)
I said I like it..Ah when she wear mini-skirt
I said I like it..Ah when your girl like to flirt
I said I like it..Ah when she not wear your ring
I said I like it..Because ya cyaant do a ting

I said me wan yes me wanna rip your girl
I do I said me really really wanna rip your girl
I do I said me wan yes me wanna fuck your girl
I do I said me really really wanna fuck your girl

(Ah what he say?!)
Ah let me rip dis..a tha va-gina
Ah let me feel dis..a tha va-gina
Ah let me touch dis..a tha va-gina
Ah let me taste dis..you know its tha va-gina

Me Say
When your girl sit dere on her backside
She like to knock boots she just mek me wanna ride (AND!)
When your girl sit dere on her backside
She take it off di bra because dey much to much to hide (JUST!)
No fi dem a just for me
No fi dem a just for me

What a priv man a DJ Quik will be (Right!)
A said dat not a coward nah DJ Quik will be

Ah what me say?
I said me wan yes me wanna rip your girl
I do I said me really really wanna fuck your girl
I do I said me wan yes me wanna rip your girl
I do I said me really really wanna rip your girl

Ah what me say? (JUST!)
When your girl come and sit down next to me
Cant play it off my dick is hard as can be (AND!)
When your girl come and sit down next to me
Yer girl poon-ani looking sweet as can be

SAID I LIKE IT!..Ah when she wear mini-skirt
I said I like it..Ah when your girl like to flirt
I said I like it..Ah when she not wear your ring
I said I like it..Ah when ya cyaant do a ting

I said me wan yes me wanna rip your girl
I do I said me really really wanna fuck your girl
I do I said me wan yes I wanna fuck your girl
I do I said just let me let me let me rip your girl

Ah what me say? (JUST!)
Let me rip dis..a tha va-gina
Let me feel dis..a tha va-gina
Let me touch dis..a tha va-gina
Let me taste dis..a tha va-gina (AND!)

Me say Shaggy yes he wanna rip your girl (AND!)
Playa Hamm yes he wanna fuck your girl (AND!)
Me say K-K yes him wanna rip your girl (AND!)
Me say the D' yes him wanna fuck your girl (AND!)[echo]
The AFT yes him wanna fuck your girl (AND!)
The Hi-C yes he wanna fuck your girl (AND!)
The Eazy-E yes let him rip your girl (AND!)
The Twin Cavi yes let him rip your girl

We say...you buy the bud and me buy the drink
Let me work the pussy till the monkey is deep
You buy the bud and me buy the drink
Said lemme work your monkey till the poon-ani stink

I said me wan yes me wanna rip your girl
I do I said me really really wanna fuck your girl
I do I said me wan yes me wanna rip your girl
I do I said me really really wanna fuck your girl (HEY!)

SAID I LIKE IT!..Ah when she wear mini-skirt
I said I like it..Ah when your girl like to flirt
I said I like it..Ah when she not wear your ring
I said I like it..Ah when ya cyaant do a ting (JUST!)

Let me rip dis..a tha va-gina
Let me feel dis..a tha va-gina
Let me touch dis..a tha va-gina
Let me taste dis..You know its tha va-gina

I said me do me do me wanna rip your girl
I do I said me really really wanna fuck your girl
I do I said just let me let me let me fuck your girl
I do I said me really really wanna fuck your girl (I!)[echo]

[2nd II None]
All the way from the hood
One chocolate nigga up to no good
Yo I gotta watch my back, cause it's like that
Too many fools on a mission
Tryin to put in work for a hood they ain't even got they ass in
Everybody got beef, with me and my crew
But ain't nobody step yet (so what the fuck they do?)
Talkin all day shit
Runnin they motherfuckin lip worried about who a blood or crip
Man, fuck the red and the blue team
Fool, my color runs green
and it'll stay as I choose
And if my homies ain't down, they catchin the blues
They wanna stab me in my back huh?
But soon as they do, I'm comin back at cha
The same go for a bitch
She wanna fuck and be good, til the money maker switch
And then I'm out on my limbs
Be got a grip on myself, and kicked the bitch to the wind
Cause my trust goes to no one (yup)
And sometimes - I can't trust my damn self!
It's a god damn shame
Ain't no reason to blame, one fool or one game
But it's life and a nigga gotta deal with it
Man, I'm just tired of the bullshit

[DJ Quik]
Now if the gangsta shit is what you're cravin for
And the funky ass tape is what you're savin for
Then look no further, cause I'm the brother
And I'ma break it down and kick the shit once more
Now the niggaz tryin to disrespect the Q they get knocked out
Niggaz tryin to disrespect the crew they get drug out
Niggaz tryin to catch a nigga slippin get snuffed out
And bitches tryin to set a nigga up they get carried out
And yeah that bucket that you ridin in, when the glock roar
that's the same motherfucker you'll be hidin in
Fifteen holes, flat tires and you're windows gone
Now what's really goin on?
From Denver to Phoenix and even St. Louis
Everywhere we went, fools tried to do us
And to the suckaz thinkin that a nigga wouldn't steal
how your jaw feel, and is your nose healed?
Somewhere along the line they musta heard the rumor
of my underground days mixed with bangin and humor
And when I got on stage, they all jumped in my way
shoutin, "Whattup cuz?" just to see what I'd say
But I ain't trippin, just checkin a grip
I ain't crippin or even ruinin blood'n, just smokin a bud'n
gettin bent, so if you wanna see me throw a full fit
Then come up in my face with that bullshit

[DJ Quik]
Ladies and Gentlemen, the fabulous Club Dynomite is proud to present, for
one night only, on a their city wide debut tour, of Compton, Watts,
Glennwood, Inglewood, Adera Heights, Culver City and Southgate. Would Please
help me give a warm welcome to: Sexy Leroy and The Chocolate Lovelitez

[Sexy Leroy (Chocolate Lovelitez)]
September 3rd
Will be our first year
(shabutee boop, shoop-sha-doop)(continuous)
All I ever wanted to do, ha, is make you happy dear
Ah, yeah, lately you been actin funny
Stayin out all night long
Ya hurtin me baby
And ya doin me wrong, yes you are now

[??]
Come and lay here baby
And kick your shoes over there
See they way you've been treatin me lately baby
And it just so wonderfal
All I wanna do is
Make sweet love tonight
But the way that you push me off girl
Now you know that just aint right, so a

[The Chocolate Lovelitez]
Baby don't trip, take ya drawers off ya hips
If you wanna make love tonight
Cus I can go deep, in between the two sheets
In the middle of the night

[Sexy Leroy]
Tear 'em off, tear 'em off, tear 'em off!
Break me off sump'in proper bitch
You know I've been waitin for a long time
Yes I have, UH, yes I have, yes I have, yeah
For one, you treat me wrong
Two, you stay out all night long
Three, you disrespect me
Fou', I aint takin this shit no mo'
Hey! Hey.. Hey! Hey!Heyyyyeaaaaaah
Sweet Johnny Ray, huh!
Bitch you gotta stay in your place
Clean up the house
Now, give me some pussy
C'mon!

[The Chocolate Lovelitez]
Baby don't trip, take ya drawers off ya hips
If you wanna make love tonight
Cus I can go deep, in between the two sheets
In the middle of the night

[Sexy Leroy]
Wa, wa wa wa wa..
Ya know, life is all about mature things
And we must understand all of 'em
Like this here
Wait a minute baby don't push my hand back
Wait a minute, wait a minute
What you mean wait?
Bitch, I've been knowin you for two years and you're gonna colorate?
Give it here..
Good advice
To all the young black brothas
If she don't wanna give it up
I said is she don't wanna give it up
Do like Sexy Leroy
And leave the bitch alone
Leave her alone
Leave her alone
See, you gotta leave her alone
If she wanna act like that just
Leave the bitch alone
She ain't nuttin, you ain't gainin nuttin
So leave her alone
Because if you leave her alone
Everybody out there just
Leave the bitch alone
Lovelitez, see she'll do ya like Tyson
So leave her alone
Ha! Leave her alone, leave her alone
Leave the bitch alone
If she aint rippin, leave the bitch alone
Uh ha!

Hey!
(vocal box)
Never understood, how we did it
How we made this music groove your very soul

(Onasis)
Yo I lamp out in the rented E-7 V-12 screamer
The new Benz, seen her?
290 thou, wow
Somethin your rap budget does not allow
Why you laughin, I don't see nothing funny
Pull back two Mac-10's now it's a big Mac-20
That is the basics
Quik and I we run the Matrix
Hold your mouth don't say shit
Walk through any borough
That stretch from here past the tri ??
Better respect us dog we ?kernel?
Don't get it confused
We smashin crews, it's my rules
Don't come correct and get abused
I bring the ruck to any cats bringin drama
Make 'em feel it, like Tupac's Dear Mama
It could be pitch black and I spot ya
BOOM! Kick in your door like Big Poppa

(vocal box)

Never
Xzibit
DJ motherfucking Quik
Erick Sermon

(DJ Quik)
Ay, tell me what you get when your nigga Xzibit
And Quik get down with the E Double?
You get we trouble
E, make the beat bubble
Make the bass all on you shake they break out
To the ground and dig em out of E rubble
Partyin, happy that you shook the whole crib
And if you got a pound E Dub I got dibs
Cuz this is how we do it here
It's ironic that you done stepped into a room
Of purple hydroponic, fat booty bitches sparklin
Tryin to take you to a star
Tryin to get you to recognize they know who you are
Can't you see the red carpet, they lay it out
And if you got a fantasy Erick they play it out
We big figga rap niggas
From the gate, we been waited on and hated on since '88
Now cross my dogs or cross my path and I'ma whet ya
Way down from the Compton town, and I bet ya

(vocal box)

Ha, yeah, ladies and gentleman
Yeah, the bar is now open
C'mon, yeah, it's on me
C'mon, yeah
Presented to you, AvireX to the Z
Yeah, listen

(Xzibit)
I'm the spin doctor, Phantom of the Opera
If this was '89 I would break you off proper
Cockblocker, dump a few g's in my lolo
Not dough hoe, my nigga B came in solo, dolo
Most niggas react like a homo
And when they wit a crowd now they wanna get loud
Wanna act wild and act like a criminal, foul
And stretchin a mile, but really got the heart of a child
?? steal our tickets
Extra points like a field goal kicker
Like a fucked up D.A. wit a charge that aint stickin
I'm walkin away, a free man
Cuz y'all niggas softer than sand
Cuz we fuckin a fan and locin out wit your pan
I fucked your mother, so now I'm the motherfucking man!
Break fool on a track like it's supposed to be
And break bread with the real niggas close to me
EPMD

(vocal box)

C'mon, yeah, DJ Quik in the motherfucking house
Yeah, this dick in your mouth
Ha, c'mon, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, c'mon
Yeah, you think it aint
The west coast brought cats alive in 1999
All the way bouncin through millenium
Ha, c'mon, yeah
Yo, millenium shit, yeah, c'mon, yo millenium shit
Yeah, c'mon yo, millenium shit
Yeah, yo, DJ motherfucking Quik
Yeah, yeah, ha, yo, yo
Yeah, Green Eyed Bandit
Yeah, bitch niggas can't stand it
C'mon, yeah, keep it bouncin
Yeah, R.I.P. Roger Troutman
Yeah, yeah, c'mon, ha, yeah

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...

(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>