Dj Quik

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)

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)

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

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

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)

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

[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

[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

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)

(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...

(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...

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

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

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

[Johnny Ray]
Ha ha ha.. Yeah!
Welcome to Club Hub City
I'm your host, Johnny Ray, what you say, what you say?
Yeah, all the ladies in the house tonight!
Alright, we got a dedication going out to all these hoes
With this big booty ha ha

[DJ Quik]
Now all you bad necks be tryin to give up the sex
Just because you see me in that 94 Lex
Actin like you all that but you knew me when you blew me
But I can play your game you little undercover groupie
I'ma cha cha with your ass while we sit for minute
Then wait for the indication that you'll let up in it
Then when we tongue kissin I'ma pullin it on out
So when you try to lick my belly I'ma put it in you mouth
You little freaky ass trick, lickin your own nipples
I hit you with this dick and have you walkin like a crippled
Pair of please dick, for fucin knee high dick, so give it a kiss
And sign your name on the waiting list
Then after that you can fuck my nigga Hi-C
Then mista K and mista D and then it's back on me
Cus this is the way that we play and you know
So be down for the get down and let us hit you little ho you

[Chorus: The Chocolate Lovelitez]
This is for the ho in you
In you.. the ho in you (the hoe baby)
This is for the ho in you
In you.. the ho in you (la da da)

[Hi-C]
I be the H to I to dash ya C
Aint no other nigga nasty as me
Now you can ask Quik or either AMG
Who be hookin up orgies constantly
So baby are you ready?
I lay on you belly
Peep out the puss, see if it's smelly
If not, stick my middle finger up in the coochie
Then take my tongue and lick ya down ya booty
And worried about the dookie cus you just took a shower
Workin your thang for a whole half hour
I'm not like you girls that spit it out and take it out
Girl, I aint mad you can do it in my mouth
Ya never been done this way
I took out my dick she called me Cunta Kintay
And after I drop my knot
I was off my balls and blow up the spot

[Chorus: The Chocolate Lovelitez]
This is for the ho in you
In you.. the ho in you (This is for, this is for the ho in you)
This is for the ho in you
In you.. the ho in you

[Gangsta D]
Bitch, come down and take a ride with me
And go on a journey with the Gangsta D
But I tell ya, I got the switches hot
Now here we go off to the spot
Glock, is under the seat, cus I aint givin a fuck
That's just another story
But what about these hoes with these big butts that be givin it up
Fuckin nigga after nigga all tossed up
So what the fuck am I suppose to do?
I don't bareback cus I don't wanna catch that flu
That ya can't shake, so bitch you can miss me
You better think again if you thinking you gon' kiss me
Cus I gives a fuck, I never did never will
You K tell him..

[KK]
If pussy stank pussy kill

[Gangsta D]
So all you hoes, and you bitches and you trick tramp sluts
It's the dick eat up, now..

[Chorus: The Chocolate Lovelitez and Sexy Leroy]
This is for the ho in you [You girl]
In you.. the ho in you (This is for the ho in you)
This is for the ho in you [And you and you]
In you.. the ho in you [And you yeah, yeah](This if for thaaaa)
This is for the ho in you [Is strickly for the ho]
In you.. the ho in you [All you](This is for, this is for, this is for the ho)
This is for the ho in you
In you.. the ho in you [And you, and you, and you and you and you too]

[Sexy Leroy]
Wait a minute, ha!
We like to thank
Each and every one of you hoes for comin out to Club Hub City
I am Sexy Leroy, backed up by the fantabulous Chocolate Lovelitez
Give it up for The Chocolate Lovelitez
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Now I know some of you hoes are wonderin where we goin after the show, ha
You know where the limo is, baby, right outside
Yeah, and there's enough room for you, you, you, and you too
Aww sucky
Thank you, thank all you hoes for comin out
Well, I'd like to tell you hoes take it easy out there
And fellas if you hit somethin
Put a little somethin, somthin on
Cus everything will be right on right on
Aw hoes go home

(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

[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]
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)

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

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)

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)

[ performed by Playa Hamm ]

[ Quik ] Hamm, what's up, nigga!
[ Hamm ] What's up, my brother

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...

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)

(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

[DJ Quik]
This one goes out to my niggas
Cus we be havin to deal with these punk ass bitches
Check this out

Hey bitch you remember me
It's mista DJ Quik from the Westside of the Tree
And you met me at 2000 where I'm brownin
That's where me and the PPC were just clownin
Doin what we had to do to get by
No money in my pocket but I was still fly
Curled to my neck but I got respect
And now I stack fat sacks and ride around in a Lex
And oh my bitch how you changed
I see you rubbin all on my dick and it's feelin kinda strange
Cus then you wouldn't even walk me around the block
But now your tryin to throw me that toe up cock
I wouldn't touch you with a ten-foot pole
I gots to keep the P in it baby, muthafuck you hoes
But open up wide if you given up head
Because, close mouths don't get fed
I'm talking to punk ass, trick ass, nuttin ass bitches
What's the name of your perfume “Vicious”?
Hoes aint shit, aint gon' be, aint never will be
And I'ma make you feel bad that you fucked me
So fast-forward tricks this is strictly for my dogs
Ballin like a muthafucka ragtop hogs
And El Cos keep rollin to this gangsta shit
And when I'm feelin like being bothered with you bitches
I'm givin ya..

[Chorus]
Somethin 4 tha mood
Somethin to get you in the groove
So sip that cognac at get back
Cus that's just what I'm doin
What about my bitch on my lap?
(I'm givin ya.. )
Somethin 4 tha mood
Somethin to get you in the groove
So sip that cognac at get back
Cus that's just what I'm doin (ya know)
What about my bitch on my lap?

[DJ Quik]
Ah..
Now it's 5:15 and I'm thinking about niggas Playa Hamm
Mr. Shabby Bleu and Big Jam
Hamm's at Gina's so I hit him on my mobile
87 Sprint him so you know I gots to flow
Yo what's up nigga

[Playa Hamm]
Yo same ol' playa
Got some tendas, meet me over at Gina's a little later
Hook it up mobbin through with D and a couple of half G's
So is you down for the skeaze?

[DJ Quik]
I'm on my way
Now the bitches at Gina's they all wanna see me
Put my telephone down for the LAPD
They passed me, I pass them, and they didn't even trip
Now I'm doin 55 over the Arlington Dip
In my Lex-o rollin got me feelin superior
With the funky white pearl and black leather interior
My niggas in my truck, we aint givin a fuck
We carried a very face pace to 42nd place
Snoop Dogg blew it and headed back to the strip
In the left hand turnin lane niggas steppin on trick
Bust a right on Normande, the bitches blow for me
But I don't pay ‘em no mind cus they come second to my homies
Hit the spot and bail but I don't step in the mud
Walk up in the living room where it's smellin like bud
In the kitchen where it aint no drinks but a gang a food
Ahh, let me pop the trunk cus I bought a little..

[Chorus]
Somethin 4 tha mood (Yeah)
Somethin to get you in the groove
So sip that cognac at get back
Cus that's just what I'm doin
What about my bitch on my lap?
(I'm givin ya.. )
Somethin 4 tha mood (Ya know)
Somethin to get you in the groove
So sip that cognac at get back
Cus that's just what I'm doin
What about my bitch on my lap?

[DJ Quik]
Now I dips to the studio to listen to the hits
2nd II None workin on some brand new shit
And it's tighter that a muthafucka got that swang
While Big J try to take a nigga straight to Beighjing
But I pass on the bud, I mash on the brew
Genuine Draft for my muthafuckin crew
Tashe's chillin, China just trippin
Chris engineering and Bacon and George sippin
So listenin to this track makes you understand
Why niggas still can't fuck with the one-man band
Got my dark lokes clean with the P on my crown
And my black leather trench to the muthafuckin grown
And I'm faded, knowin I don't wanna drive drunk
In case I get jacked got my shit in the trunk
Now I might have been swerving but I made it to the tent
Just another day in the life of Quik
I'm givin ya..

[Chorus]
Somethin 4 tha mood
Somethin to get you in the groove
So sip that cognac at get back
Cus that's just what I'm doin
What about my bitch on my lap?
(I'm givin ya.. )
Somethin 4 tha mood
Somethin to get you in the groove
So sip that cognac at get back
Cus that's just what I'm doin
What about my bitch on my lap?
(And you know I got)
Somethin 4 tha mood
Somethin to get you in the groove
So sip that cognac at get back
Cus that's just what I'm doin
What about my bitch on my lap?
(I'm givin ya.. )
Somethin 4 tha mood (Ya know baby)
Somethin to get you in the groove
So sip that cognac at get back
Cus that's just what I'm doin
What about my bitch on my lap? (And we up out)

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)

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)

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!!!!!

(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!

[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]
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*}

(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

[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]

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)

[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

[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