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from Dj Quik - Rhythm-Al-Ism (1998)
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) |
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from Dj Quik - Born And Raised In Compton/ The Hits (2006)
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) |
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from Dj Quik - Rhythm-Al-Ism (1998)
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 |
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from Dj Quik - Balance & Options (2000)
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 |
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from Dj Quik - Rhythm-Al-Ism (1998)
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) |
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from Dj Quik - Balance & Options (2000)
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 |
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from Dj Quik - Way 2 Fonky (2000)
[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 |
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from Dj Quik - Born And Raised In Compton/ The Hits (2006)
[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 |
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from 2nd II None - Classic 220 (2000)
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) |
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from Dj Quik - Balance & Options (2000)
(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... |
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from Dj Quik - Born And Raised In Compton/ The Hits (2006)
(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... |
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from Dj Quik - Quik Is The Name (2000)
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 |
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from Dj Quik - Born And Raised In Compton/ The Hits (2006)
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 |
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from Dj Quik - Rhythm-Al-Ism (1998)
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 |
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from Dj Quik - Safe + Sound (1998)
[Johnny Ray]
Ha ha ha.. Yeah! Welcome to Club Hub City I'm your host, Johnny Ray, what you say, what you say? Yeah, all the ladies in the house tonight! Alright, we got a dedication going out to all these hoes With this big booty ha ha [DJ Quik] Now all you bad necks be tryin to give up the sex Just because you see me in that 94 Lex Actin like you all that but you knew me when you blew me But I can play your game you little undercover groupie I'ma cha cha with your ass while we sit for minute Then wait for the indication that you'll let up in it Then when we tongue kissin I'ma pullin it on out So when you try to lick my belly I'ma put it in you mouth You little freaky ass trick, lickin your own nipples I hit you with this dick and have you walkin like a crippled Pair of please dick, for fucin knee high dick, so give it a kiss And sign your name on the waiting list Then after that you can fuck my nigga Hi-C Then mista K and mista D and then it's back on me Cus this is the way that we play and you know So be down for the get down and let us hit you little ho you [Chorus: The Chocolate Lovelitez] This is for the ho in you In you.. the ho in you (the hoe baby) This is for the ho in you In you.. the ho in you (la da da) [Hi-C] I be the H to I to dash ya C Aint no other nigga nasty as me Now you can ask Quik or either AMG Who be hookin up orgies constantly So baby are you ready? I lay on you belly Peep out the puss, see if it's smelly If not, stick my middle finger up in the coochie Then take my tongue and lick ya down ya booty And worried about the dookie cus you just took a shower Workin your thang for a whole half hour I'm not like you girls that spit it out and take it out Girl, I aint mad you can do it in my mouth Ya never been done this way I took out my dick she called me Cunta Kintay And after I drop my knot I was off my balls and blow up the spot [Chorus: The Chocolate Lovelitez] This is for the ho in you In you.. the ho in you (This is for, this is for the ho in you) This is for the ho in you In you.. the ho in you [Gangsta D] Bitch, come down and take a ride with me And go on a journey with the Gangsta D But I tell ya, I got the switches hot Now here we go off to the spot Glock, is under the seat, cus I aint givin a fuck That's just another story But what about these hoes with these big butts that be givin it up Fuckin nigga after nigga all tossed up So what the fuck am I suppose to do? I don't bareback cus I don't wanna catch that flu That ya can't shake, so bitch you can miss me You better think again if you thinking you gon' kiss me Cus I gives a fuck, I never did never will You K tell him.. [KK] If pussy stank pussy kill [Gangsta D] So all you hoes, and you bitches and you trick tramp sluts It's the dick eat up, now.. [Chorus: The Chocolate Lovelitez and Sexy Leroy] This is for the ho in you [You girl] In you.. the ho in you (This is for the ho in you) This is for the ho in you [And you and you] In you.. the ho in you [And you yeah, yeah](This if for thaaaa) This is for the ho in you [Is strickly for the ho] In you.. the ho in you [All you](This is for, this is for, this is for the ho) This is for the ho in you In you.. the ho in you [And you, and you, and you and you and you too] [Sexy Leroy] Wait a minute, ha! We like to thank Each and every one of you hoes for comin out to Club Hub City I am Sexy Leroy, backed up by the fantabulous Chocolate Lovelitez Give it up for The Chocolate Lovelitez Yeah, yeah, yeah Now I know some of you hoes are wonderin where we goin after the show, ha You know where the limo is, baby, right outside Yeah, and there's enough room for you, you, you, and you too Aww sucky Thank you, thank all you hoes for comin out Well, I'd like to tell you hoes take it easy out there And fellas if you hit somethin Put a little somethin, somthin on Cus everything will be right on right on Aw hoes go home |
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from Dj Quik - Balance & Options (2000)
(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 |
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from Dj Quik - Quik Is The Name (2000)
[DJ Quik]
Yo, mesa name is DJ Quik, and this is dedicated to all the bud smokas in the house if you like to roll up a big fat huddha and smoke it. Now let me hear you sing this like me. Check it out! [Chorus] Me smoke de Bombbudd, woeyo, woeyo Me smoke de Bombbudd Me smoke de Bombbudd, woeyo, woeyo Me smoke de Bombbudd [DJ Quik] Yo, I say me smoke the Bombudd like it's going out of style Give me the Bombudd me give you big Kool-Aid smile Though sometimes meah short and me must settle for the stress Me try stop smoking Bombudd, but me making no progress Me say Mickey smoke the Bombudd, Shabby smoke it too N-O-E him smoke the bud says ameena too Me like it in de cubby cus it make feel iree Me take it anytime, cus me bud junky When me wakin in the mornin eye me lookin kinda red But me say me don't wanna drink even though the 8 ball's in the affect Yeah they say that me bud junky and they gone to prove the point Let me reach into my pocket, YO, somebody took my joint! [Chorus] Me smoke de Bombbudd, woeyo, woeyo Me smoke de Bombbudd Me smoke de Bombbudd, woeyo, woeyo Me smoke de Bombbudd [DJ Quik] Yo, I say me smoke the Bombudd almost each and everyday Smokin the Bombudd me keeping doctor away They homies see me comin and they know me spend cash They jock my reggae rhymes so they double up by bag Sometimes me get load that's the time I pull a twist Me love to shake the dice punk these suckas for a hitch Me never use a clip cus my finger nails long Cus me smoke de any kind except the homegrown Me like to smoke the bud but my eyes they get all red My senses get dull and me forget what I said Me find my joint now and me want to take a toke Let take a long hit, hold the smoke until me choke! [Chorus](2x) Me smoke de Bombbudd, woeyo, woeyo Me smoke de Bombbudd Me smoke de Bombbudd, woeyo, woeyo Me smoke de Bombbudd Yo D pas me that huddha, boy [Chorus] Me smoke de Bombbudd, woeyo, woeyo Me smoke de Bombbudd Me smoke de Bombbudd, woeyo, woeyo Me smoke de Bombbudd Me say Noe, el he smoke de Bombudd Me homie LA Mike yes him smoke de Bombudd Me say AMG oh yes him smoke de Bombudd Me say Freaky Fred yes him smoke de Bombudd Me say Shabby Bleu him smoke de Bombudd Me say me brother Perry him smoke de Bombudd Me say me brother Peel him smoke de Bombudd Me say homies Mike, D and KK yup they smoke de Bombudd And me like de way de Bombudd taste Me like de way de Bombudd smell |
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from Dj Quik - Quik Is The Name (2000)
[DJ Quik]
Aw yeah, check this out The Quiksta is here, yo Spin let me state this With the hype and style the that I make this Groove so hot that you would think that I bake this This is a steak I'ma tiger-try and take this I come off strong with the strength of a dozer You have no game with your girl cus I chose her I grabbed her hand; I took her backstage with me We tore it off my friend, now she's yours again I'm like the Big Bad Wolf on the microphone So if your girl's Little Red you better take her home And hide her, before I try to ease on up To push up on the butt Cus a brother like the Quik is chillin with a feelin For a fly female because I'm able an willin To tell her the things that make her hot like a cup of tea After the show she'll be looking for me To tear it off... Tear it off! Tear it off! C'mon! Tear it off! Tear it off! C'mon! Tear it off! Tear it off! C'mon! Tear it off! Tear it off! C'mon! (C'mon! Cmon!) Tear it off! Tear it off! C'mon! Tear it off! Tear it off! C'mon!(Word) Tear it off! Tear it off! C'mon!(Yo, yo Spin) Tear it off! Tear it off! C'mon!(Yo drop it) [AMG] Getting busy on dope, could swear up and down then I sold it Girls on the tip so I hold it A masterpiece, and a piece I'ma get From the get go I'm gonna go to the mic sweat And heaven knows, anything goes With those that dispose no Gucci at our hoes For the AMG and while your playin me I'ma flex the hip hop sex and then I'll be Nice and smooth and mellow and hell of a fellow ?? you can't get with this I'm a hip with this Do that dance I'ma ring while you swing to this And you thought I was only a pimp, how you figure though? I'll make it good to your girl cus a niggaro Is givin you something with heart and not soul Yeah, tear it off Tear it off! Tear it off! C'mon! Tear it off! Tear it off! C'mon! (Aw Yeah) Tear it off! Tear it off! C'mon! Tear it off! Tear it off! C'mon! Tear it off! Tear it off! C'mon! (Yo baby) Tear it off! Tear it off! C'mon! (DJ Quik and Spin) Tear it off! Tear it off! C'mon! (And we in here you know it) Tear it off! Tear it off! C'mon! (We got Trace on the board) (Yo Trace, drop that shit) [AMG] I wouldn't stop for a million bucks Money, Quik cuts, The Source with a house to ‘ford And I'll bet the set will be in E-F-F-E-C-T I'll be arranged to change so I can talk to you On stage the world the girls the date, but I aint fazed I play the role and I get praised Freak and the funk and yo, watch a brother hustle right On the road with rhythm and chorus, mic Cus what I'm sayin, "There aint no brother like me" To step into the AM cus the AM be the G And girlies on the tip, but they really on the D And Quik is on the mix, but if he aint he on a freak Take it off baby, cus today you're gettin done You never let me see you swim, but let me see you cum So I can make it good to ya You know I wanna do ya (Word) Tear it off... Tear it off! Tear it off! C'mon! Tear it off! Tear it off! C'mon! (Till end) |
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from Dj Quik - Quik Is The Name (2000)
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 |
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from Dj Quik - Safe + Sound (1998)
Now even though I was only a young buck, I was still trying to kick it
Having a gang of fun and much too young to be wicked Cause when I was thirteen you know we didn't have cars It was either double ride the peg nuts or hop on the handle bars And then we went and bought a gang of balloons and had A water balloon fight that lasted until the night Then after that we played some "hide and go get it" With the neighborhood homegirls dumb enough to be with it All in fun and games and keeping it cool But my my, when you're kicking it, time flys by Cause every hour's a minute, and every minute's a sec And if I'd came home late, my moms would ring my neck, yeah But I regret not the whoopings I got Cause to be able to play the next day was okay On a mission, to hit up the neighbor's fruit trees Just a bunch of kids chillin', enjoying the Summer Breeze Summer breeze, flowing like the wind Boy you need to know that you got a friend It'll always be me (I'll always be here) (Repeat 2x) Now I'm growing some fuzz, getting older like 17, 18 And the only thing I know is to stay clean T-shirt, short pants, Nikes on spotless I was even old enough to buy me a Cutlass A little vehicle to ride around town, play with the hoes and Roll down the window and mack to the one who's chosen Yo, them biker pants is looking kinda right on you My name is DJ Quik and my homies is having a barbeque Before I finish my whole sentence complete She was off the bus stop and in my passenger seat And we was sliding to the Westside, stopped at the store To get some ??? farm, cause that make 'em kick it a little more And at the spot, you know that chicken was kicking The pig on the grill, and so the day was chill But that night my girl was tipsy and ready to skeeze But I didn't even trip, too busy jocking the Summer Breeze Summer breeze, flowing like the wind Boy you need to know that you got a friend It'll always be me (I'll always be here) (Repeat 2x) Now I'm 23 and I remember the times when We was chillin' like villians and didn't have no nines Like when we used to mob to beaches to kick it and swim Now I hang around and watch the tides come in And I'm thinking how many funerals I've been to Watching all my homies get buried in them boxes they put 'em into And then I read a letter from upstate, from my homie G-Wayne Who's been locked up since '87, '88 And it really ain't nothing fly about it So he go "I'm a stay strong or I'm a break down and simply cry about it" And when it seem like things just ain't gon be right I gotta thank my creator for letting me sleep last night And wake me up in the morn cause I shutter to think That could be me dead or locked away in the clink So I'm lifting my homie's spirits as tall as the trees And I can even hear him calling me, in the Summer Breeze Summer breeze, flowing like the wind Boy you need to know that you got a friend It'll always be me (I'll always be here) (Repeat til fade) |
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from Dj Quik - Born And Raised In Compton/ The Hits (2006)
Now even though I was only a young buck, I was still trying to kick it
Having a gang of fun and much too young to be wicked Cause when I was thirteen you know we didn't have cars It was either double ride the peg nuts or hop on the handle bars And then we went and bought a gang of balloons and had A water balloon fight that lasted until the night Then after that we played some "hide and go get it" With the neighborhood homegirls dumb enough to be with it All in fun and games and keeping it cool But my my, when you're kicking it, time flys by Cause every hour's a minute, and every minute's a sec And if I'd came home late, my moms would ring my neck, yeah But I regret not the whoopings I got Cause to be able to play the next day was okay On a mission, to hit up the neighbor's fruit trees Just a bunch of kids chillin', enjoying the Summer Breeze Summer breeze, flowing like the wind Boy you need to know that you got a friend It'll always be me (I'll always be here) (Repeat 2x) Now I'm growing some fuzz, getting older like 17, 18 And the only thing I know is to stay clean T-shirt, short pants, Nikes on spotless I was even old enough to buy me a Cutlass A little vehicle to ride around town, play with the hoes and Roll down the window and mack to the one who's chosen Yo, them biker pants is looking kinda right on you My name is DJ Quik and my homies is having a barbeque Before I finish my whole sentence complete She was off the bus stop and in my passenger seat And we was sliding to the Westside, stopped at the store To get some ??? farm, cause that make 'em kick it a little more And at the spot, you know that chicken was kicking The pig on the grill, and so the day was chill But that night my girl was tipsy and ready to skeeze But I didn't even trip, too busy jocking the Summer Breeze Summer breeze, flowing like the wind Boy you need to know that you got a friend It'll always be me (I'll always be here) (Repeat 2x) Now I'm 23 and I remember the times when We was chillin' like villians and didn't have no nines Like when we used to mob to beaches to kick it and swim Now I hang around and watch the tides come in And I'm thinking how many funerals I've been to Watching all my homies get buried in them boxes they put 'em into And then I read a letter from upstate, from my homie G-Wayne Who's been locked up since '87, '88 And it really ain't nothing fly about it So he go "I'm a stay strong or I'm a break down and simply cry about it" And when it seem like things just ain't gon be right I gotta thank my creator for letting me sleep last night And wake me up in the morn cause I shutter to think That could be me dead or locked away in the clink So I'm lifting my homie's spirits as tall as the trees And I can even hear him calling me, in the Summer Breeze Summer breeze, flowing like the wind Boy you need to know that you got a friend It'll always be me (I'll always be here) (Repeat til fade) |
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from Dj Quik - Safe + Sound (1998)
[ performed by Playa Hamm ]
[ Quik ] Hamm, what's up, nigga! [ Hamm ] What's up, my brother |
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from Dj Quik - Safe + Sound (1998)
Ahehah, guess who motherfuckers?
[I don't give a fuck, my attitude is Gotti] Yeah [And I'm hard to love, cause I don't love nobody] Hell nah [All I give a fuck about is music and sex] [A fifth of Remi Martin and some big fat checks] Yeahhhhh! Hahahah Back up in this motherfucker for the n-fin And this one is dedicated, to the Westside of the Tree Four hundred block, you know what I'm sayin? And this is STILL Eiht Killa And fuck all his old scary ass homeboys too Yeah Nineteen ninety-one Just when all these other rappers seem to be fallin by the wayside We put a team together and came out with some of that ol fonky shit But during the course of then and now Some of my homeboys went Hollywood, now I ain't gon say no names But they know who the fuck I'm talkin to And it's all to the good, cause this is STILL P-Funk on mine, huh *singing* Street level, street level, street level Quik is funkin that street level Now you can play like you don't know what the fuck I'm talkin about But you know what's happenin, nigga *singing* Street level, street level, street level Quik is funkin that street level Hell yeah Uhh Now it's nineteen ninety-five But we've been on the scene for a minute, you know what I'm sayin And I come to realize one motherfuckin thing And it's some real shit (yes it is) That fonk without with the P, just ain't fonky enough for me See you gots to keep tha P in it, cause that's the only way they gon really understand it You know what the fuck I'm sayin? Hell yeah, heheh *singing* Street level, street level, street level Quik is funkin that street level Cause fo'hundred block is in this motherfucker Fo'ever, bitch! So fuck all you old mark ass niggaz Hmm And now... |
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from Dj Quik - Rhythm-Al-Ism (1998)
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) |
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from Dj Quik - Balance & Options (2000)
(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 |
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from Dj Quik - Safe + Sound (1998)
[DJ Quik]
This one goes out to my niggas Cus we be havin to deal with these punk ass bitches Check this out Hey bitch you remember me It's mista DJ Quik from the Westside of the Tree And you met me at 2000 where I'm brownin That's where me and the PPC were just clownin Doin what we had to do to get by No money in my pocket but I was still fly Curled to my neck but I got respect And now I stack fat sacks and ride around in a Lex And oh my bitch how you changed I see you rubbin all on my dick and it's feelin kinda strange Cus then you wouldn't even walk me around the block But now your tryin to throw me that toe up cock I wouldn't touch you with a ten-foot pole I gots to keep the P in it baby, muthafuck you hoes But open up wide if you given up head Because, close mouths don't get fed I'm talking to punk ass, trick ass, nuttin ass bitches What's the name of your perfume “Vicious”? Hoes aint shit, aint gon' be, aint never will be And I'ma make you feel bad that you fucked me So fast-forward tricks this is strictly for my dogs Ballin like a muthafucka ragtop hogs And El Cos keep rollin to this gangsta shit And when I'm feelin like being bothered with you bitches I'm givin ya.. [Chorus] Somethin 4 tha mood Somethin to get you in the groove So sip that cognac at get back Cus that's just what I'm doin What about my bitch on my lap? (I'm givin ya.. ) Somethin 4 tha mood Somethin to get you in the groove So sip that cognac at get back Cus that's just what I'm doin (ya know) What about my bitch on my lap? [DJ Quik] Ah.. Now it's 5:15 and I'm thinking about niggas Playa Hamm Mr. Shabby Bleu and Big Jam Hamm's at Gina's so I hit him on my mobile 87 Sprint him so you know I gots to flow Yo what's up nigga [Playa Hamm] Yo same ol' playa Got some tendas, meet me over at Gina's a little later Hook it up mobbin through with D and a couple of half G's So is you down for the skeaze? [DJ Quik] I'm on my way Now the bitches at Gina's they all wanna see me Put my telephone down for the LAPD They passed me, I pass them, and they didn't even trip Now I'm doin 55 over the Arlington Dip In my Lex-o rollin got me feelin superior With the funky white pearl and black leather interior My niggas in my truck, we aint givin a fuck We carried a very face pace to 42nd place Snoop Dogg blew it and headed back to the strip In the left hand turnin lane niggas steppin on trick Bust a right on Normande, the bitches blow for me But I don't pay ‘em no mind cus they come second to my homies Hit the spot and bail but I don't step in the mud Walk up in the living room where it's smellin like bud In the kitchen where it aint no drinks but a gang a food Ahh, let me pop the trunk cus I bought a little.. [Chorus] Somethin 4 tha mood (Yeah) Somethin to get you in the groove So sip that cognac at get back Cus that's just what I'm doin What about my bitch on my lap? (I'm givin ya.. ) Somethin 4 tha mood (Ya know) Somethin to get you in the groove So sip that cognac at get back Cus that's just what I'm doin What about my bitch on my lap? [DJ Quik] Now I dips to the studio to listen to the hits 2nd II None workin on some brand new shit And it's tighter that a muthafucka got that swang While Big J try to take a nigga straight to Beighjing But I pass on the bud, I mash on the brew Genuine Draft for my muthafuckin crew Tashe's chillin, China just trippin Chris engineering and Bacon and George sippin So listenin to this track makes you understand Why niggas still can't fuck with the one-man band Got my dark lokes clean with the P on my crown And my black leather trench to the muthafuckin grown And I'm faded, knowin I don't wanna drive drunk In case I get jacked got my shit in the trunk Now I might have been swerving but I made it to the tent Just another day in the life of Quik I'm givin ya.. [Chorus] Somethin 4 tha mood Somethin to get you in the groove So sip that cognac at get back Cus that's just what I'm doin What about my bitch on my lap? (I'm givin ya.. ) Somethin 4 tha mood Somethin to get you in the groove So sip that cognac at get back Cus that's just what I'm doin What about my bitch on my lap? (And you know I got) Somethin 4 tha mood Somethin to get you in the groove So sip that cognac at get back Cus that's just what I'm doin What about my bitch on my lap? (I'm givin ya.. ) Somethin 4 tha mood (Ya know baby) Somethin to get you in the groove So sip that cognac at get back Cus that's just what I'm doin What about my bitch on my lap? (And we up out) |
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from Dj Quik - Rhythm-Al-Ism (1998)
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) |
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from Dj Quik - Balance & Options (2000)
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) |
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from Dj Quik - Rhythm-Al-Ism (1998)
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!!!!! |
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from Dj Quik - Balance & Options (2000)
(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! |
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from Dj Quik - Quik Is The Name (2000)
[DJ Quik]
You wanna see a young brother from the Compton tip check a grip well keep lookin, because the C-A-M-E-O track is cookin like a big ol pot of neckbones, we'll tend to fire up because a young brother like the Quik is gettin wired up You know my offbeat style is flowin all the while I'm showin suckers, they can't get none of this let alone some of this, I'm a musical genius And if you fuck with my roll {"Face, down, HUT HUT HUT HUT!"} I beat yo' ass as if uh we was playin Tecmo Bowl I'm a producer if a rhythm is dope I choose it and I hope you know I'd rather +BE+ dope than use it I was a Player in the Penthouse and now I'm uprooted A young scallion in them khaki suits and booted With a 40 in hand I'ma take a stand I'm lettin em know they can't fuck with the one man band And if a soft sucker wanna know who's to blame I let 'em know - Quik is the Name {*scratching and samples*} [DJ Quik] Now can we get back on the tip of the real unadulterated funk This beat is gettin funky just like a skunk And the funk is that I step with the style I show Let's blow these motherfuckin nimrods doin low What makes you think that you can even try to step to me? I hold the dice without six on the tea leaf I know you wanna win some go on and try your luck Punk, put your money on the floor and get bucked by a pro-fession-al, rhyme hoodlum Hoochies all over my tip because I screwed 'em One-time can't lock me up, cause I elude 'em And bubblegum rappers can't fade me cause I chewed 'em So suckers get at me I'm the "Q" in quotations and the C-P-T is the location I won't talk in riddles cause you don't need the strain on your brain To make it simple - Quik is the Name {*scratching and samples*} [DJ Quik] Yeah, I don't compare my rhyme styles to no gat cause to me that bullshit is SUPER wack I just remain plain and kick the facts bout how a nigga can't keep from gettin jacked You gotta hold your own at any cost cause if you don't boy you might get bossed and tossed by a sucker who claims he got more game than you Bein true is what you oughta do or you just might find some chrome pointed at your dome Think fast or you might not make it home See a nigga like myself ain't goin out like that because I found that it pays to pack a gat in the city where surival is a full-time job black and it ain't givin nuttin back The fo'-fo'll keep a motherfucker tame Behind the trigger yo, Quik is the Name {*scratching and samples*} |
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from Dj Quik - Born And Raised In Compton/ The Hits (2006)
[DJ Quik]
You wanna see a young brother from the Compton tip check a grip well keep lookin, because the C-A-M-E-O track is cookin like a big ol pot of neckbones, we'll tend to fire up because a young brother like the Quik is gettin wired up You know my offbeat style is flowin all the while I'm showin suckers, they can't get none of this let alone some of this, I'm a musical genius And if you fuck with my roll {"Face, down, HUT HUT HUT HUT!"} I beat yo' ass as if uh we was playin Tecmo Bowl I'm a producer if a rhythm is dope I choose it and I hope you know I'd rather +BE+ dope than use it I was a Player in the Penthouse and now I'm uprooted A young scallion in them khaki suits and booted With a 40 in hand I'ma take a stand I'm lettin em know they can't fuck with the one man band And if a soft sucker wanna know who's to blame I let 'em know - Quik is the Name {*scratching and samples*} [DJ Quik] Now can we get back on the tip of the real unadulterated funk This beat is gettin funky just like a skunk And the funk is that I step with the style I show Let's blow these motherfuckin nimrods doin low What makes you think that you can even try to step to me? I hold the dice without six on the tea leaf I know you wanna win some go on and try your luck Punk, put your money on the floor and get bucked by a pro-fession-al, rhyme hoodlum Hoochies all over my tip because I screwed 'em One-time can't lock me up, cause I elude 'em And bubblegum rappers can't fade me cause I chewed 'em So suckers get at me I'm the "Q" in quotations and the C-P-T is the location I won't talk in riddles cause you don't need the strain on your brain To make it simple - Quik is the Name {*scratching and samples*} [DJ Quik] Yeah, I don't compare my rhyme styles to no gat cause to me that bullshit is SUPER wack I just remain plain and kick the facts bout how a nigga can't keep from gettin jacked You gotta hold your own at any cost cause if you don't boy you might get bossed and tossed by a sucker who claims he got more game than you Bein true is what you oughta do or you just might find some chrome pointed at your dome Think fast or you might not make it home See a nigga like myself ain't goin out like that because I found that it pays to pack a gat in the city where surival is a full-time job black and it ain't givin nuttin back The fo'-fo'll keep a motherfucker tame Behind the trigger yo, Quik is the Name {*scratching and samples*} |
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from Talib Kweli 1집 - Quality (2002)
(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 |
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from Dj Quik - Born And Raised In Compton/ The Hits (2006)
[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] |
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from Dj Quik - Balance & Options (2000)
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) |
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from Dj Quik - Rhythm-Al-Ism (1998)
[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 |
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from Dj Quik - Way 2 Fonky (2000)
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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 |
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