It doesn't seem to matter what you say
you will never feel the same
It doesn't seem to matter what you do
I will fall in love with you
And everyday I think we grow apart
I guess I saw it from the start
I guess I knew that you and I won't be
It doesn't mean that I can't dream about you
Think about you still you complete a part of me
I never knew I had to fill
I'd give you anything
like the times I'd sing on the phone to you
was not the easiest thing to do
You know its true, you know it could have been this way and
I swear by my heart there is nothing on earth that will keep us apart
And all I have I swear I give to you
All that I say you and I will begin this way
When you fall in love with me
It doesn't seem to matter what I say
You will never be the same
It doesn't seem to matter what you do
I will fall in love with you and everyday
I wonder how you feel if your sincerity is real
I took the time I softly called your name
I know I should've screamed instead
Do you miss meaning everything to me
'cause not a day goes by if I had kissed you it just might
have changed our destiny 'Cause we were meant to be
I'm standing on one knee won't you please just marry me
You know its true You know it should have been this way.
You know i swear on my heart, There is nothing on earth
hat could keep us apart
And all I have I swear I give to you, All that I say,
You and I would begin this way if you fall in love with me
like I fell in love with you
Doesn't mean that I can't dream
You say you were on your way
Make it all come true
Swear to god I'd die for you
And give you anything
Like a memory
And all the times we've had
No I'd never take it back
You know it's true
You know it should have been this way
And I swear by my heart
there is nothing on earth that won't keep us apart
And all I have I swear I give to you
All that I say
you and I would begin this way
if you fell in love with me
Warum scheint die Sonne nicht in der Nacht?
Warum wachsen Pilze im Fahrstuhlschacht?
Warum pa
(feat. Styles)
[Jadakiss]
Uh, uh...
Fuck... the.. frail shit
Uh, cuz when my coke come in
They gotta use the scales that they weigh the whales wit
[Styles]
Carsons on the jeep, but Gotti made the prototype
Hoped you'd get the picture but you just can't photo light
[JK]
Determined niggas make it
Kickin down the door and we burnin niggas naked
[SP]
The house costs a million, sittin on the beach
and the only thing I know if it's furnished I'ma take it
[JK]
My bathtub lift up, my walls do a 360
We got the shit that the government got
Talkin money then you rubbin the spot
[SP]
Real niggas say that they be wildin
We on the Caiman islands
On a yacht wit our favorite albums
[JK]
a bad hoe and a plate of salmon
Smokin and drinkin nigga is you thinkin that our fate is violent
[SP]
I love my nigga for the fact that he real
and nobody on the faculty squeal, what
[JK]
and if you facin capital pun, pass me a gun
and I'ma give you time to run, while I rapidly peel, uh
[HOOK 3X: Jadakiss]
We gon make it
we gon make it, we gon make it
[JK]
I learned the game quickly, and I don't like to rent
So when I fly now I bring my cars on the plane wit me
In this case who's the loser
[SP]
ran through enough coke for Castro to build schools in Cuba
Teachin kids how to read and write and use the ruger
[JK]
Motherfuckin niggas is back, Jada and P
We got water, (X, haze)
Plus weight in the D
and I'm tired of hearin about old niggas that had it
and be the same old niggas that ratted
[Who cares] Talkin 'bout how we hawk niggas in they fuckin back
[SP]
Gun works official but niggas don't be wantin that
[Why] Cuz they puss and they mans is lame
[JK]
We so for real in the hood we make candy rain
[SP]
I could easily send you to God
[JK]
But come and see me at the Plaza Hotel I might give you a job
If you can't remember the name
All you gotta do is ask the dame for the niggas that deliver it hard...
[HOOK]
[JK]
Ja- da- mwa, I'll kiss you you bitch ass nigga
That the hood won't miss you you bitch ass nigga
Might find your man dead in the ocean
[SP]
He be aight though
[JK]
You know dead rappers get better promotion
Why we don't laugh at death, and cry at birth
Never say you can't do it til you try it first
Be the young niggas eager to pull it
but it's a message in everything trust me, even a bullet
Go to war with the eight and the pound
Think you got your ear to the street now, put your face in the ground
Cuz my shells is expensive
You'll know exactly why when you yellin in intensive
my fellas is offensive
Lucky cuz I got guns that crack your back
but that's not what I prefer I manufacture crack
and, niggas turn bitch when you show 'em the steel
but we know how to bid so y'all go 'head and squeal
I'm comfortable far from home
Eatin right, gettin good rest either on the far or the foam
I'm the reason niggas got deals the past few years
Sound anything like Kiss then sign right here
and, y'all just talkin, I'm doin it well
Jadakiss motherfucker I'ma see you in hell, what
[HOOK]
(Michael McDonald And Bernie Chiaravalle)
Down here on love's killin' floor
I doubt if we could take much more
Here and now, (we) need to ask ourselves why
We've come this far only to find
The price of happiness
We no longer pay
You gotta really love someone
Words alone are cheap
It's more of what you do
And less of what you say
Baby I don't wanna live
In some prison of promises
Baby look around at all this emptiness
There ain't no love to be found
With a love like this
All broken and bruised
You just walk a way
With nothin' to lose
Here and now, (we've) got to ask ourselves why
If love is through, then why even try
Baby I don't wanna live
In some prison of promises
Baby look around
It's all but hopeless know
Baby look at you and me
This vision of loneliness
Any fool can see
The walls are tumblin' down
There ain't no love to be found
Take a look at you and me
This vision of loneliness
Baby any fool can see
That between you and me
There ain't no love to be found
What if I told you it was all meant to be
Would you believe me
Would you agree
It's almost that feelin'
We've met before
So tell me that you don't think I'm crazy
When I tell you love has come here now
A moment like this
Some people wait a lifetime
For a moment like this
Some people search forever
For that one special kiss
Ohh, I can't believe it's happening to me
Some people wait a lifetime
For a moment like this
Everything changes
But beauty remains
Something so tender
I can't explain
Well I maybe dreamin'
But 'till I awake
Can we make this dream last forever
And I'll cherish all the love we share
A moment like this
Some people wait a lifetime
For a moment like this
Some people search forever
For that one special kiss
Ohh, I can't believe it's happening to me
Some people wait a lifetime
For a moment like this
Could this be the greatest love of all
I wanna know that you will catch me when I fall
So let me tell you this
Some people wait a lifetime
For a moment like this
Some people wait a lifetime
For a moment like this
Some people search forever
For that one special kiss
Ohh, I can't believe it's happening to me
Some people wait a lifetime
For a moment like this
Ohh!
Like this!
Ohh!
I can't believe it's happening to me!
Some people wait a lifetime
For a moment like this
Ohh
Like this
You know I need a little break
To get away for a holiday
So I can see the sun
Cos in the sun they say it's fun
If you can get some
Well I could take a train or a boat or an aeroplane
Or I could steal a car
Cos in a car you can go far
Just depends on what kind of car you are
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
What kind of car you are
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
I met a funny looking girl
On a crowded beach in Spain
Her name was Avaline
She said she came to Spain to have a good time
But she was with her mum
Who had a face like a nun in pain
She said her name was Dot
She didn't half talk a lot
I couldn't tell if she was mad or not
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Don't you know - I should have stayed in England
On my polluted beach - with all my special friends
Don't you know - I should have stayed in England
With my big house and my big car
And all my friend are there at the bar?
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
You know I need a little break
To get away for a holiday
So I can see the sun
Cos in the sun they say it's fun
If you can get some
Well I could take a train or a boat or an aeroplane
Or I could steal a car
Cos in a car you can go far
It just depends on what kind of car you are
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
What kind of car you are
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
(Words music by Miller)
From a jack to a king of loneliness to a wedding ring
I've played an ace and I won the queen
I walked away with your heart
From a jack to a king
With no regrets I stacked, I stacked the cards, I stacked the cards last night
And lady luck played her hand just right
You made me king of your heart
Oh for just a little while I thought that I might lose the game
Oh but just in time I saw that twinkle in your eyes
From a jack to a king of loneliness to a wedding, wedding, wedding ring
I played an ace and I won the queen
You made me king of your heart
For just a little while I thought that I might lose the game
Oh but just in time I saw, I saw that twinkle in your eyes
From a jack to a king from loneliness to a wedding, wedding, wedding ring
I played an ace and I won the queen
You made me king of your heart
My Papa told me to stay out of trouble
When you've found your man, make sure he's for real! .
I've learned that nothing really lasts forever
I sleep with the scars I wear that won't heal
They won't heal.
Cos every time I seem to fall in love
Crash! Boom! Bang!
I find the heart but then I hit the wall
Crash! Boom! Bang!
That's the call, that's the game and the pain stays the same.
I'm walking down this empty road to nowhere
I pass by the houses and blocks I once knew.
My Mama told me not to mess with sorrow
But I always did, and Lord, I still do
I'm still breaking the rules
I kick it up
I kick it down.
Cos every time I seem to fall in love
Crash! Boom! Bang!
I find the heart but then I hit the wall
Crash! Boom! Bang!
That's my real middle-name
It has always been the same
That's the call, that's the game and the pain stays the same.
I still feel the heat
Slowly fallin' from the sky
And the taste of the kissing
Shattered by rain
Comin' tumblin' from behind
And the wild holy war.
I kick it up
I kick it down
And every time I seem to fall in love
Crash! Boom! Bang!
I find the roses dying on the floor
Crash! Boom! Bang!
That's the tall, that's the game and the pain stays the same
That's my real middle-name
It has always been the same.
Oh Yea Oh Yea Oh Yea Uh-huh
Been the same, been the same
It has always been the same.
Had to get it out, yeah, c'mon
My name is Quik an' I be movin' fast like a race car
But I'm top seed, number 1, like the pace car
Whether you up on me or you chillin' way far
You can tell almost immediately that I'm aced off
So listen, muthafucka, why you comin' off hard?
My objective is to catch you off guard
Get covert an' infiltrate yo' clique
Crack yo' shit an' mack yo' bitch
Now, tell me could you conceive
A nigga all up in her beaver givin' her the love fever
For hours at a time before I take a breather
An' when she tell me she loves me, I don't believe her
'Cause I rock in stereo or mono, hot like gonorrhea
Burnin' everytime you take a pee uh
So when you see a nigga out with his girl
Then, baby, play like you don't know me an' we'll keep in a twirl
Because I go deeper than the deep blue seas
Baby, do you really wanna play the flute on me?
I'll give you a sack an' take it back an' you'll die to get it
Little punk 'cause I'm fly with it
When we come up we gettin' down, down, down
Step in the club, they give us pound, pound, pound
Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown an' round
DJ Quik an' AMG with a brand new sound
When we come up we gettin' down, down, down
Step in the club, they give us pound, pound, pound
Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown an' round
DJ Quik an' AMG with a brand new sound
I told her don't chase it but you can place it
In between your jaws to taste it or leave it in the basement
I be the riddler that's too familiar
Get in the middle of ya an' then I diddle ya
Dick ya down 'til it tickles, smack the booty with no pimples
caress ya back then rub ya nipples
Baby, I'm a crack fiend, get the KY
An' if I'm at a gigolo, baby, say, ?Hi?
Fly like a eagle in a Range Rover or a Regal
Lookin' for the party people
An' when I catch ya baby girl you should feel lucky
We can make love but don't forget to fuck me
'Cause you got more bounce than Roger Troutman
I don't know when it's in or out an'
Soak me, baby, give me that good thang
Ain't nothin' wrong with a coochie bang
'Cause Suga Free, Mausberg, Quik an' the AM
Definitely knows how to play 'em
'Cause we went from demos to Limos to luxuriousies
To models from Milan on they knees
When we come up we gettin' down, down, down
Step in the club, they give us pound, pound, pound
Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown an' round
AMG an' Mausberg with a brand new sound
When we come up we gettin' down, down, down
Step in the club, they give us pound, pound, pound
Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown an' round
AMG an' Mausberg with a brand new sound
Oh, you didn't know that I'm the bomb, baby?
Well take a toke of this D I an' you gon' be feelin' flizie
'Cause I be's Mausberg, the superior
Steppin' through the club, pound, pound, so ya fearin' us
But don't trip we keep the vibe right
Baby, buy me some Remy an' if yo' baby daddy trippin'
Tell him beep me 'cause I be's Black an' Tone
An' swift up on my toes, G'd up in alligate's an' steel toes
Can I get a pound pound? Pound, pound
If Free the flyest who am I? You the realest
Look into my eyes an' tell me what do you see?
Oh, you jockin' my entourage DJ Quik an' AMG
Well, get yo' groove on 'cause I ain't hatin' on the homies
When that 9 5th drop you an' yo' sister gon' be on me
All I wanna do is slide up in an' slide back out
Slap you in yo' face an' stick it dead in yo' mouth
You think I'm bullshittin'? Well, meet me after my show
Bring yo' lips to that all white stretch Limo
So we can ride, slide, dip an' glide, booyah
An' do our thang 'cause my whole clique fly
When we come up we gettin' down, down, down
Step in the club, they give us pound, pound, pound
Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown an' round
Mausberg an' Suga Free with a brand new sound
When we come up we gettin' down, down, down
Step in the club, they give us pound, pound, pound
Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown an' round
Mausberg an' Suga Free with a brand new sound
It feel good don't it? It ain't no good if it ain't good enough
To put the proper good on it
Peep how I struck up bitch jump in the air
Stay there until I tell you come down
An' when you do, you shut the fuck up
She'll sell a nice dream, but bitch you'll have better luck
Tryin' to find 2 Pac than me buyin' you somethin'
Off the ice cream truck, Oxygen, you leave 'lone, leave me 'lone
Before I lock you in that little bitty box again
Don't let up y'all just keep her soakin' wet up
Playa, playa an' tell her when she need to shut up
Don't lighten up, naw, nigga
You better, you better tighten up
Throw ya head back, back, back, back, lean it to the side
Hey playas, tell 'em that we fly, catastrophe
Bitch, rather slide down a slide of razor blades
Into a pool of pimp piss, but this hoe had the audacity
To ask me for a dollar even though that's all I had left
These greedy lyin' ass hoes'll fifty cents yo' ass to death
When we come up we gettin' down, down, down
Step in the club, they give us pound, pound, pound
Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown an' round
An' we come to hit the world with a brand new sound
When we come up we gettin' down, down, down
Step in the club, they give us pound, pound, pound
Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown an' round
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 locust
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
And AMG is puttin' down girl rhymes in his notebook
Or should I say dope sack, because we don't bust wack
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 'cuz I wanna get bent tonite
Tonite's the nite, tonite
(Yeah)
Tonite is the nite, tonite
Tonite's the nite, tonite
(Yo, when we gon' get bent)
Tonite 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
Sweat suit, the gray one with the burgundy trim
And it's a medium, fit me proper 'cuz 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'
Tonite 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
Tonite's the nite, tonite
(Yeah, watch me fuck the hoe)
Tonite is the nite, tonite
(Passin' naturals on motherfuckers)
Tonite's the nite, tonite
(Yo, I'm unfadable)
Tonite 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
Tonite's the nite, tonite
(Yeah)
Tonite is the nite, tonite
(Straight gettin' fucked up, hey)
Tonite's the nite, tonite
(Fuck that, pass me that pina colada)
(Man, I don't wanna fade that 8 Ball no mo)
Tonite is the nite, tonite
(That shit be fuckin' a nigga up)
Tonite's the nite
(Ahh, yeah, nothin' but a party and I'm kickin' it)
(What's up Pete and Greg)
Tonite
Tonite is the nite, tonite
(How you livin'?)
Tonite's the nite
(Hey, somebody get that nigga a Genuine Draft)
(Yeah)
Tonite
Tonite 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, fuck peace nigga, give me another brew
~Static~ "Quik you're not a gangster we're not" ~Static~
Some beleive in love and some beleive in friends
But niggaz like me beleive in making ends
Cause even when your bitch wants to trick around
You know the moneys got you safe and sound
Now i'm bout to take it back to 84,when I was 14
Kickin back in the trees
Westside if you please
And 436 west spruce was the spot
With me Wayne, Mike, Shot, Nookie, Slug, and Rock,
Donzelly if ya with me than let that shit kick
If your head aint spinning from dippin all them sticks
Cause way back in the day they used love a wet baggie
Screaming "HORALE ESE" with them laces on a caddy
And you could'nt deny
A hit from that buddah tye
Going round and round the driveway
Now it's coming my way
And i'm zoned out at a young age
And the whole spruce street was my stage
Peep now back then I was in the 8th grade steady
But niggaz my age was getting paid already
Yeah like that nigga Zam or even young Blue
They made they first million by the age of 22
Like Dan from Cedar block him and little Motor
James from Piru street with them boulders
Rest in peace little Noopy he did'nt have to brag
Rollin to the 10 grade in a fint 0 rag
Well Goddamn how can I be down?
I ask my sister Jack for some help and she told me look around.
Nigga they don't sell dope it sells itself
While they kickback and just collect the wealth
And now i'm thinking ain't nothing fly about these dirty ass khakis
T-shirt dingy, prowings tackie
This could be a way to flip that little funky twenty dollars that I earned
Right then is when I learned that
(chorus)
Some believe in Jesus
some believe in Allah
But niggaz like me believe im making dollars
Cause even when yo niggaz wanna be untrue
You know the money's still good to you
Yes Yes
Some believe in love and some believe in friends
But niggaz like me believe in making ends
Cause even when yo bitch wants to trick around
You know the moneys got you safe and sound
Peep I gets a dub on the 1st and 15th for a fact
So instead of spending it up I gave my money to Jack
Now she jump in the regal and said i'll be right back
When she came in she put me down with a plastic sack
I turned my 40 into 80 and that was my profit
I'm keepin my rocks in the house and not in my pocket
Sister Jackie in the kitchen with some boiling water, baking soda,
Fresh powder, baby bottles, making more boulders
Checking a fat grip slanging rocks to tricks
Donzelly dippin sticks went and bought um a 6
And 500 block peach running thangs ya see
Moving gallon after gallon and key after key
I'm telling you I done seen it all
From niggaz hitting the sherman and the passout on the wall
From cluckers wanting a hit so bad they let there panies fall
Teeth rotten hair gone,
and whole checks get blown
But then i'm still breaking these pebbles like bam bam
Saved them, splitting rocks,
to the um tic toc
I went from wearing khakis to Sergio Teccini
While my rocks is disappearing like the great Whodini
I bought a gang of clothes, all of my equiptment
And getting somthing new with each and every shipment
Money gets made and money gets spent
and how these jealous niggaz acting only makes it evident that
(chorus)
Some believe in Jesus
some believe in Allah
But niggaz like me believe im making dollars
Cause even when yo niggaz wanna be untrue
You know the money's still good to you
Yes Yes
Some believe in love and some believe in friends
But niggaz like me believe in making ends
Cause even when yo bitch wants to trick around
You know the moneys got you safe and sound
Check now in 1988 I moved away to L.A.
My niggaz Playa Ham and Gina gave me a place to stay
On my way up from bottom rock
Bitches starting to jock
Cause my hair is getting longer
And games getting stronger
To pull my on weight I went and got me a job
But by then Ham and Gina really started to squab
About weather I should go or stay
She told him either he goes or you go we both was on our way
So he moved and took me with him on 2001 Browning,
clowning with playas all around me just astounding
My nigga pimpin Carl got staring with that hair an
Rolling up and down the street in that rag 7 with Darren
Shaby blue feathered as he swerved
In the El Co p-6 park away from the curve
Big Jam L.A Mike, Darryl, Nicki on the bike
That nigga Top, Big Shane, and Tweed rolling up the weed
And hoes just come and go in and out
Revolving door leaving with some nut in they mouth
I'm making a living of pimpin so you fools can't trip
Cause even though I love God I also love my grip
(chorus)
Some believe in Jesus
some believe in Allah
But niggaz like me believe im making dollars
Cause even when yo niggaz wanna be untrue
You know the money's still good to you
Yes Yes
Some believe in love and some believe in friends
But niggaz like me believe in making ends
Cause even when yo bitch wants to trick around
You know the moneys got you safe and sound
(talk box)
oooooooooooooo,ooooooooooooooooooo yeah
safe and sound yeah
safe and sound baby
ooooooooooooooo,ooooooooooooooooooo yeah
safe and sound yeah
safe and sound
gotta let you knoooooow
gotta let you knoooooow
gotta let you knoooooow
(Intro):
Ain't no puzzle y'all, we, uh,
groovin off the spirituality, and it feels good.
I got somethin to say though.
(Verse 1):
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
Chorus:
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
(Verse 2):
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
Chorus
(Outro):
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?
Chorus(3X)
I rough voco, for my locos.
My nigga Hi-C, 2nd II None, AMG
And the Q-U the new
You knew
I (?) 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
Chorus:
When I'm on speed
I'm faster then most
And I can rock a party from coast to coast
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
Chorus 4x
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
Chorus 4x
Snoop talking:
Ay yo G-1 I been listening to this nigga Quik album
& he ain't got no songs about the pussy. You know
that nigga gotta have something about the pussy on
this shit ya feel me? And I'm just that nigga to beat
the pussy up. So uh if you feel me like I feel you ya
know what I'm sayin' let me get a little piece of this
thang here like that there, trip.
Let a nigga from the E.S. L.B. D.P. beat that pussy
'til it's soft & mushy I love that bushy
and most niggas still do unless that bitch shit
smells like mildew & we'll do damn near anything to get it
and once I got it I'm outtie I stay 'bout it
I sip a little tea then light up my weed
I slip on my rubber out the cover then I proceed
to give yo' little thick ass what you need
gangsta gangsta I'll make ya cootie cat scream
Didn't I turn ya on like a phone you lovin'
that Doggy Dogg meaty bone
When ya moan ya whole voice tone make me wanna
put my bizalls in ya jizaws 'cause y'all
know what I'm gettin' at I'm spittin' at
Nigga wanna fuck trick so what's up bitch (biotch)
See as long as my muthafuckin dick get hard
and I got a million dollars banked out on my credit card
No disrespect or no disregard but I'm hoppin' for that pussy
like they used to hop for cars my nigga DJ Q
told me come on through 'cause he got a gang
of bitches that was down to do
Keep it poppin' since I'm from the big LBC
that's right down the street from Compton
I pop in the liquor store to grab some h???
a bag of ice some blue dice & some Cognac yeah
the pussy's good especially when it's from a whole
'nother neighborhood how good do it get when you on that G shit
I'm strokin' that pussy 'til that bitch seasick
we dick bitches down and that's Rule #3 in the Dogg Pound
bitch drawers down!
Snoop singsong: We won't get no radio play
but we probably get some pussy for this. (What you say?)
I said we won't get no radio play but we probably
get some pussy for this.
Nate:
You can't be, cant be, you can't be my lady but I'll let you be
let you be my playmate.
Hi-C:
Uhh baby let sip wine while we 6-9
I slide on this rubber & we'll be just fine
Now if my condom broke & my ass got smoked
I'ma still get to Heaven on a little rubber boat uhh
Snoop hit it then I hit it too aww yeah little bitch
I'm talkin' 'bout you now all ya ever do is sit around & boo hoo
talkin' 'bout Hi-C I love that it's you
AMG:
She said where ya been I said in ya mouth
If ya lookin' for love then take me down South
and I'll tell you all the things to make ya laugh & giggle
while I insert my inner self inside ya tender vittles
a hot pocket Snoop Dogg told me to stop it
He heard me in the other room bangin' a broom
and baby better do me like I'm one in a million
check yo' feelings & point that ass to the ceiling
'cause I'm the dick 'em down king 'call me on the celly
let it ring & prepare ya lips for the ding ding
and if ya got some friends let 'em bend on over
while I ride 'em like a '98 Rover
You can wish & you want but this dick ya gonna meet
hit ya elbows & knees & spread ya booty cheeks
and call me Daddi with a "I" girl you're doin'
everything by the book Nate Dogg tell 'em how she looked
Nate:
Girl ya lookin' fine so fine I wonder if you'd like to take the time
to grind. If so why don't you leave with me today let's play
this game I call it touch a secret place let's play
See first I just grab ya from behind ya mine and then
I just push until I find that ?? Right now I know you've came
a couple of times that's fine as long as you know I have to leave
in time. You can't be...You can't be he-ey you can't be my lady
but I'll let you be let you be my playmate. You can't be he-ey
you can't be my lady but I'll let you be let you be my playmate.
Gangsta D:
Now ain't nothin' like tight pussy on my dick
It's the Gangsta D baby never saved a trick
Got a harem full of hoes mashin' to the studio
with all my niggas you will get busy hoe
Now the first bitch she want dick to the tonsils
my second & third wanna fuck on the console
My fourth start to leave like the Duke was shootin' shots
while my money maker walking the stroll for my knot
got that bitch mouth smellin' like fresh cock
Young toit If I can smell it I'm a tell ya to get going
with a douche pack you're makin' my nose react
Reekin' but that ain't tweed or no yak
more like 25 pounds of get back & I can tell by ya
walk it's talk back but if that ain't yo case let me take a ride
on yo' love rollercoaster pull them panties aside KK
El Debarge:
I'ma lead it to the left & to the right & I'ma
make ya scream & holla for more & I bet
you when I'm in it you can't help but to admit it
you ain't never came this good before
Chevis-Regal got my dick so hard I ain't gon'
make it to the house because that's too far
Mr. Quik give me the keys to the Benzo
so I can hit it right here on the E-Lo Haaaaa Baaaaby
I'ma get some pussy tonight as soon as you turn off the lights
I'ma get some pussy tonight as soon as you turn off the lights
I'ma get some pussy tonight as soon as you turn off the lights
I'ma get some pussy tonight as soon as you turn off the lights
Quik:
Finally got a chance to leave the C P T
Off to other cities to trip
No longer just an underground hit
Movin thangs... a local brother made good
I made a name off of making tapes for homies in the hood
And now let me tell a little story
About the places that I been to and the shit that I been through
Like fightin and shootouts and bangin and trip
All because I came out with a hit check it
Nineteen-ninety-one, while everybody else is smokin the splits
I was thinkin of the fonky hits
About hoochies and playaz and gettin drunk and off that bud
I was doing the things they hadn't heard of
But foolish was I to think that it wasn't no other cities like this
And that they didn't like this
That Compton was the home of the gangster class
Where you got blast and knowledge, that's a thing of the past
Let me tell ya why firsthand, we did a show up in Oak-land
And brothers was kickin up sand, to them bangin ain't nothin new
And slangin ain't nothin new
And for every sucker we done shot
They done shot two
Straight doin dope since the sixties, before I was born
Families of hardheads mourn
So I'm just letting you know
That if ya plan to take a trip to the bay
Keep your hand on the clip
Becaue Oakland...
Yeah, I'm telling y'all Oakland...
Moving on to St. Louis, where they thinki they be buffin
with gold teeth in they mouth but they still know whassup
And the summer is kinda hot
Hot enough to make ya cuss
And that's why I stayed on the bus
But later on when it cooled off we came down and made a couple of
friends
Who put us up on the St. Louis cap
The Smith Center, with Big Bob, Little Steve, Tojo, Biss and Rich
and a couple of hoochies
Then they took us to a man named Gus in a store
He put us down with a herringbone and shoes galore
That's when I started thinking that this wasn't like home
But then they had to prove me wrong
Cuz later that night after we did the show
We went back to the afterset, and wouldn't ya know
Yeah, Bloods and Crips start scrappin and shootin -- in Missouri?
Damn, how could this happen?
Now St. Louis...
Yeah y'all, St. Louis...
I don't think they know, they too crazy for their own good
They need to stop watchin that "Colors" and "Boyz in the Hood"
Too busy claimin Sixties, tryin to be raw
And never ever seen the Shaw
But now, back to the story that I'm tellin
We packed up the tour bus one more time and started bailin
When we arrived I saw red and blue sweatsuits
When I'm thinkin bout hors d'ouvers, and cowboy boots
I guess Texas ain't no different from the rest
And San Antonio, was just waitin to put us to the test
And before it was over the show got deep
A fool got shot in the face, and was dead in the street
Then they came in the club thinkin of scrappin
Little did they know that we was packin
Yeah, we was puttin em down and scaring the rest, yo
I even had to wear the bulletproof vest
Now San Antonio...
Yeah, San Antonio...
After a month on the road
We came home and I can safely say
That L.A. is a much better place to stay
How could a bunch of suckers in a town like this
Have such a big influence on brothers so far away?
But still my story ain't over cuz I got one more to tell
And the people of Colorado, they know it well
It was all in the news and if you don't remember
I had this show I did in Denver
With a first time promoter, it was done in a skatin rink
Hoochies was lovin us, but suckers was ready to bust
To the front of the stage to throw their gang signs
But I'm getting paid so I didn't pay it no mind
Then I poured out my brew onto their face and chest
then they start throwin soda, and fuckin up my guests
When it was over two niggaz needed stitches
Got cracked in they jaw for being nothin but snitches
Now Denver...
Yeah, and Denver...
...
I thought ya knew...
Talking:
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.
(DJ Quik)
Lay there, please don't move baby.
on me, don't you stop.
Doggy, comin through baby
watch me hit the spot.
You make me wanna speak Spanish
you make me wanna be manish
nothing could compare to the way we keep it hot.
strawberries soakin in amaretto out in the limo.
Be spitty, got the car lookin pretty, in the window.
lets hit the indo.
commit a sin in this crescendo.
smoky, foggy
take off your coat, lets hit the doggy.
pull out your scrunchie, let me play through your mane
long, brown, nice and round, explorin my brain.
selective and picky when we get wet and get sticky.
in and out, without a clue, not even a hickey.
love it or leave it, addictive like crystal to meth
and it's hard to let go of me when I shift to the left.
never like what you're happy for, I'm more than a man.
I can even make you feel me when you're usin your hand.
I'm confident, like an MVP
got the key to the CPT
lookin for a G like me
she F-E-M-A-L-E
where you be at?
true love only can be that.
I'm tellin you that you the shit.
call me when you get this hit.
(Chorus 1: DJ Quik)
Do I love her, do I need her? (Suga Free: nuh uh)
Do I take my money out and feed her? (no, no)
and should I treat her (no, no) like no other? (nah)
I don't know I think I need to ask my brother Suga Free.
(Chorus 1: Suga Free)
Do I love her? (uh huh)
Do I need her? (Oh, yeah)
and when she tells me she loves me, I don't believe her (yeah, you do)
No I don't love her, (mmm hmm)
and I don't need her (Yeah, yeah)
And if she don't give me me money I'm a leave her.
(verse 2)
see baby, I got a spot to fill.
and all that callin me out my name gonna have you
runnin down the street barefooted again sayin "not for real!"
and how you gonna blame mine?
Dawon and Suga Free the same person
but you will never catch me and him in the same room at the same time
Baby, you not yo best, I called you
cuz I was broke, hoeless, and short on these little ends
and it wasn't for no sex.
I see you still messin wit yo phony ballers.
but when they tired of you
you run yo lil ass right back over here beggin me for 20 dollars.
and mighty funny (mighty funny)
you get nice than a mug with them hugs, actin like you in love
with a nigga, when you love money.
what? you stuck?
hoe, if I tell yo flea to pull a tree
you get a chain and hook his lil ass up.
Quik'll give you a piece of his planet.
But I'll give you a dirt rock
half a low quat
not a dope spot
nor a piece of this pomegranet.
baby wanna eat-eat?
cuz Suga Free-Free
will go gleek-gleek
and tweak-tweak
and put yo all to sleep-sleep.
Ooh, I'm a tell (I'm a tell)
Suga Free pop a beat and spit a rap so swell.
she said, "suga free, you know anything about cars, honey?"
I said, yeah, you fill em up with hoes
take em to the hoes store
so they can get that money!
(Chorus 2: DJ Quik)
Do I love her do I need her? (suga free: uh uh)
Do I take my money out and feed her? (no way)
and do I treat her (no) like no other (man)
I don't know I think I need to ask my brother suga free.
(Chorus 2: Suga Free)
Aah, do I love her do I need her? (DJ Quik: Oh, yeah)
and when she tell me she love me I don't believe her (yea you do)
Do I love her? (mmm hmm) Do I need her? (fo sho)
Leave me 'lone, leave me 'lone, Devil be gone! I'm leaving (yeah)
(DJ Quik, talking)
see, that's what y'all get for underestimatin me and Suga Free.
We told y'all we was magical, way back in 1996.
But y'all didn't feel that. Y'all chose to sleep on us.
Baby, we so powerful, we can make the rain stop (Rain, ne me nome)
you feel that?
(Chorus 3: DJ Quik)
Do I love her, do I need her?
Do I take my money out and feed her?
And do I treat her (mmm mmm) like no other? (naw)
I don't know, I think I need to ask my brother Suga Free
(Chorus 3: Suga Free)
Ooh, do I love her, Do I need her? (DJ Quik: mmm hmm)
and when she tell me she love me I don't believe her (yeah, you do)
now do I love her (mmm hmm) or care about her (you should)
You ne me nome, ne me nome, fore I lock you in that box again
(DJ Quik)
Do I love her do I need her? (Box again)
Do I take my money out and feed her? (ne me nome!)
and do I treat her a-like no other? (yaah!)
I don't know I think I need to ask my brother Suga Free
(Suga Free)
Ooh, do I love her, do I need her? (sure do)
and when she tell me she love me I don't believe her (she need you too)
and do I love her (mmm hmm) or care about her? (you outta)
you ne me nome, leave me alone, before I lock you in that box again
(DJ Quik)
Do I love her do I need her? (Box again)
Do I take my money out and feed her? (Box again!)
and do I treat her a-like no other?
(Suga Free)
ne me nome
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Who taught you how to do this shit?
Yeah, you bad than a motherfucker
Tell me, why are you so curious
And why you keep on starin'
At the motherfuckin' zipper on these jeans
That I'm wearin' cause baby what's in there
Is beyond your wildest dreams
And although it seems that I'm on the nigga hoe team
Girl, listen, listen, Mary don't you weep
I don't come cheap and I'm not just no nigga off the street
I'm a certified specialized pro
Who's got a lot of soul when you're swingin'
Off the end of my pole
But the matter at hand is the size
And how it makes ya act
When you get it up and in between your thighs
You could squirm and squeal and try to make a deal
That'll keep me on your jock
For whenever you get that feelin' for the real
And when it gets swollen
You think you'll be controllin' me
Because I put the pole in your hole, see
But however it's done, it's 68 and I owe you 1
I'm doin' it for the thrill of it
So tell me can you feel it?
Chorus:
Itz your fantasy baby, tell me if you feel it
You know you wanna feel it
Itz your fantasy, sing it if you feel it
Okay, let's find a place, somethin' out of dodge
Like the Quality Inn or the Travelodge
Since I'm goin' out of my way
Baby you pay for the spot
See it's only right since you gettin' the cock
Now tell me who's gonna get the rubbers?
First things first, yes I like a bitch
Who carries Lifestyles in her purse
So since you know the play
Close the curtains all the way
And get ready for a toss and some rib sauce
With a little weed I could do a good deed
And as long as you ain't bleedin'
I can give you what you need
But I got a little ritual before we make love
You gotta dish-a-dish-a-scrub
Wash-a-wash-a-wash-a-rinse in the bathtub
Hennessy and apple juice to sip on
Get a little buzzed and we can get our dig on
So don't trip cause when you
Takin' off your clothes to reveal it
I'ma make you feel it
Chorus:
Sing it if ya feel it, itz your fantasy baby
Touch me if ya feel it, I need to know if you feel it
Can you feel it baby?
Now put it where you want it, get in where you fit in
Cause when it comes to hittin' it, splittin' it
I ain't bullshittin'
See, you look so good you make me wanna go bare back on ya
But I ain't hittin' unless I use the whole pack on ya
Bitch didn't ya know I have more stamina than a horse?
So don't trip just let the Hen take it's course
Yeah right now your frontin',
Shy, actin' like you nervous, naw, turnaround, lay down
And let me pound on your cervix
Yeah, it's the Log Ride, like at Magic Mountain
Take it out your mouth and shoot it like a fountain
Pull and watch it explode
Let me change my tire and I'm right back on the road
Now is this more than you expected?
You let me drive that coochie and I wrecked it
So even though I'll never get another chance to kill it
It's cool just as long as I made you feel it
Chorus:
Itz your fantasy, tell me if you feel it
You know you love it, sing it if you feel it
You make me feel it, I know you feel it
You know you feel it, tell me if you feel it
Sing it if you feel it
Yeah, you feel it, I love to make you feel it
Now let's get down to business, bitches
Cause it seems like y'all just keep on tryin to diss this
Nigga that you know that's been down for years
I've clowned for years, and y'all could never fade my peers
One two three four five six seven
Nine, ten, Eiht you can't win
Cause all the way around nigga I gets respect
and youse a nigga that can't even get no props in your set
Tragniew Park you say huh
Wanna be rippin, but now it's time to do some set trippin
So listen close, cause I don't want y'all to miss
That I'm bout to break it down for this bitch, check it
Acacia, Poplar Maple Spruce Cedar Elm
Westside trees sprayin all the fleas
that's from the three and four hundred block P-Funk riders
(So niggaz watch yo' ass at that center divider *gun blast*)
Now Aaron Tyler, tell my why you seem so tame
When I caught you at the airport, shakin like a crap game
You looked up and you seen my niggaz comin
And you looked like your bitch ass was bout to start runnin
But all I wanted to do was kick a little coversation (yo whatup)
And see if we can fix this little situation
But would I fuck you up was what you wondered
Yeah, that's probably why you changed your little pager number (punk ass)
But bitches like you don't grow
You can't even look me in my eye, let alone go toe to toe
And callin me skinny, youse a clown
I'ma call you Theo, cause you weigh ninety-two point three pounds
Wack ass actor, movie script killer
Fool don't you know, Quik is still the nigga
Compton psycho, boy you oughta quit
Your records don't hit, and bitches don't jock your shit
You need to stay down you Compton clown
and get off of the nuts of the niggaz with guts
Because I'm down with the Trees, I'm down with Death Row
I'm down with Black Tone, and I'm down with the fo'
So when we cross paths and I hope that's soon
I'ma boot your motherfuckin ass to the moon
You need to quit bangin under false pretense
Cause if don't make dollars, it don't make sense
*chorus*
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the people, commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
Because you gotta give it up to the crown prince
Now I'ma swing it to the right and, right into the left hand
Take a deep breath and, cook it like a chef and
this is dedicated to the C-P-T
No better yet T-T-P, or the niggaz that look up to me
I make it my business, to be that true forever
and whenever I can come clever well that's my endeavor
so whether or not you understand, that there's only one DJ Q-U-I-K
with no C still you can't be me
Because I'm floatin in my Lex and, depositin fat checks and
gettin mad sex while I floss the NSX and
doin what I wanna, and youse a goner nigga
for thinkin that you can catch me slippin on a street corner
Remember Compton's in the house, and Quik is in the hood
Sippin yak with all my niggaz cause it's tooted good
So don't knock it til you try it, cause Eiht he tried to knock it
But he's still walkin round with my nuts in his pocket (beyotch)
So put tha P in it represent and sip that Miller
And for those of y'all concerned, this is still Eiht Killa *gun blast*
Let me take a load off my scrotum little pest
If it don't make dollers nigga, you know the rest
*chorus*
Now I done sold my fuckin soul to the shit that I kick
While you groupie ass niggaz keep on ridin the dick
You oughta know that DJ Quik ain't your average everyday motherfucker
(hah) Slick like a snake cause I stuck ya
Now, I never had my dick sucked by a man befo'
But you gon be the first you little trick ass hoe
Then you can tell me just how it taste
But before I nut I shoot some piss in your face
you fuckin coward, tremblin like a nervous wreck
Cause when I caught your ass, you put yourself in check
And when you left my presence, you left expedient
You ain't no fuckin killer, youse a comedian, beyotch
Tell me why you act so scary
Givin your set a bad name wit your misspelled name
E-I-H-T, now should I continue
Yeah you left out the G cause the G ain't in you
Remember that time you was rollin on the Westside
And a little brown bucket pulled up on your side
Caught at that light in your Camry in the midst of a
REAL killer, tell me did you feel a little nervous (hell yeah)
You was in the shadow of death
With two trey-five-sevens pointed at your chest, hmm
Whatchu gon do, where was your niggaz that kill at
You ain't got no killers so kill dat
Holdin up your hands and beggin for a pass
You lucky they didn't just to get to dumpin on yo' ass
Cause this game you think is funny is some real shit
So you need to be more careful who you fuckin wit, beyotch!
*chorus*
(line 4) I'm through playin with your punk ass
Shouts goes out, to my well known road dog
What's up Dozun Tru, they don't understand it baby
they can't fade us out here on these Compton streets (beyotch)
It's bigger than they can imagine
To the whole entire Death Row family
Both sides, whassup niggaz
And my nigga big Suge, known for keepin shit poppin
To my nigga Big J, my little nigga Hi-C, little straight G
And that little singin ass nigga Danny Boy
Y'all don't understand, y'all can't fade this
I'M the first nigga that was "Bangin on Wax"
Yeah if you remember, nineteen eighty-seven underground tapes
Ha ha, yeah, check it out
Money and pussy make the world go 'round
That's right
That's how it's been since the beginning of time.
Now who says we can't be fly?
Who say Compton niggas can't get they scrilla
At the same time get some thigh
Well uh, that's the subject of my conversation
'Cause ain't nothin' like gettin' a dollar and some penetration
Now that's a whole lot easier to understand now a days
But uh, some of you playas still be going out sideways
So umm, just take this game with a tic tac
'Cause if you was on Skid Row you can get
Pussy faster than a Big Mac
I owe it to myself to be fly that's what Top Dog taught a boy
'Cause instead of Mounds these bitches always want Almond Joy
Because uhh "Sometimes they feel like a nut"
But they rather have it more often than they don't
So I won't go flippin' and makin' it topsy turvy
Now keep my hundred dollar bills crisp and that ass curvy
'Cause ain't nuthin' on my mind but to be fly through time
Havin' a nest egg bird behind an estate that's mine
Watchin' Jordan go for forty in a sucker tub
Eatin' Cheetos drinkin' Mo' and getting a back scrub
Because first you get the power then you get the money
Then you get the pussy dude don't be no dummy uhh
Playas get they paper when they game is tight
And if you want some nana that's for you to decide
But as long as you ain't simpin' then ya doin' it right
'Cause together they go hand in hand, oh yeah
Playas get they paper when they game is tight
And if you want some nana that's for you to decide
But as long as you ain't simpin' then ya doin' it right
'Cause together they go hand in hand, oh yeah
She wanna make me break code but I can't
I wanna fire it up and hit it pass it like dank
Baby, all in my square big Buddha long hair
Fly Chinese and Black for a Mack plus player
D baby, I'ma get ya hot wanna get ya full blown
So we all can hit the spot
Now you gotta shake the spot
Got game by the tons lookin' for some 2nd to None
Kinda fun but these hookers on the run for cover
they lookin' for lovers ain't no trickin' young D
'Cause I'm unlike the others not a buster
I'm on the mission for figures time up for you diggers
Now who got the Henn'? Pass the liquor
Hoes hear the name it get's 'em hotter
Spin a scraggler on a wheel now they call me D the Potter
Lotta hatin' going on but I ain't with it
I'ma mash on that drama everytime that I feel it
'Cause I'd rather have a major end than have sex
And when I have a million to splurge you know what's next
But first you get the power then you get the money
Then you get the pussy fool don't be no dummy
Playas get they paper when they game is tight
And if you want some nana that's for you to decide
But as long as you ain't simpin' then ya doin' it right
'Cause together they go hand in hand, oh yeah
Playas get they paper when they game is tight
And if you want some nana that's for you to decide
But as long as you ain't simpin' then ya doin' it right
'Cause together they go hand in hand, oh yeah
Yeah first comes the power
Then the money
And if you really just want it the
Na na na na la di da na na na la di da
I understand that you think you grown
Independent on ya own with ya jazzy ways
My intent is ya lay but first I'm out to get paid not played
Can't be yo' incredible edible egg
I don't crack nor split my yolk with the female folk
Now baby break yourself get broke you can choke
Off this young black better than Mary Jane
In ya brain I'm guaranteed to have ya thinkin' and feelin' thangs
Like yourself now uhh watch ya health if ya feel like plottin'
Ya body turns rotten from the inside out that pussy's turned out
Gettin' hit by a sucker a 2 minute brother
Who's first 10 seconds is thinkin' he came up
That next full minute suckin ya drama up
50 seconds to go see half of that is the show
Now where the other half you can't laugh
'Cause you know it's straight simpin' and whinin'
'Stead of pimpin' and grindin' KK to let you know
So pay attention bro
See first you get the power then you get the money
Then you get the pussy don't be the dummy though
Playas get they paper when they game is tight
And if you want some nana that's for you to decide
But as long as you ain't simpin' then ya doin' it right
'Cause together they go hand in hand, oh yeah
Playas get they paper when they game is tight
And if you want some nana that's for you to decide
But as long as you ain't simpin' then ya doin' it right
'Cause together they go hand in hand, oh yeah
Playas get they paper when they game is tight
And if you want some nana that's for you to decide
But as long as you ain't simpin' then ya doin' it right
'Cause together they go hand in hand, oh yeah
Playas get they paper when they game is tight
And if you want some nana that's for you to decide
But as long as you ain't simpin' then ya doin' it right
INTRO
Sai oh no it's 98 y'all and we got sum new shit what we say? Yeeess thank the
world in this mother fucker that's right
VERSE 1
Fuck what you heard baby Im dj quick, whether on tv or in the streets im
still the shit I went from drinking eight ball to making demos to drinking
hennesy and chivas regal in the back of the limo getting my issue in life you
cant hate that and when I tell you about yourself nigga you cant take that
cuz yall be cross faded if you don't understand you gotta side knock out one
but you be flossing over here to see whats in my hand yeah but that's cool
too I guess my money on the double that's what I do hitting brown bubbles and
avoiding trouble hoes to choose with nothing to lose and a million mother
fuckers wanna be in my shoes but you don't understand beyond the parties each
year I've been broke my whole career breaking bread with my peers for the 96
impala the new double lex before the 20000 mile mark I gave it to sis I can
never bust a niece you heard my nephew aint got it being a jump man cortes
yeah im coming out em pocket put my homies in the hood up on it when im
around cuz theres a difference between being a thug and being down, now
CHORUS
Bang bang boogie to bang to bang boogie to the boogie bang boogie to bang
fuck what you saying nigga youse a gansta (no im not) nigga youse a gangsta
(no im not) nigga youse a gansta (2x)
VERSE 2
Just because I kick it with killas don't mean that I do it my occupation is a
musician and im staying true to it I went from being a ridah to being a
provider while I was straddling the benz trying not to hit the divider just a
impressional human being trying to do right every now and then I get my
manner tested in fight like I used to have a beef with this cat named eight
and his homies approached me at the club at ray what was I to do im on stage
and im doing my thang and this niggas out in the crowd trying to hoo bang
giving it up for his homies and set tripping too but he wasn't from roadie 6
these more like triaged me I wondered whats his problem what hes trying to
say is his business personal or just fuck dj quik day I approached him like a
man and not like a nut he turned around and put his drink down and straight
out pulled up in a dark club punches is flying all around and even though it
was me and him the rumors were around they said I killed somebody now how
that sound how could I smoke someone to death thats bigger than me and I'm
just 155 pounds tell em
CHORUS
VERSE 3
See some don't realize about the power of lyrics cuz when you rap about death
you talking to spirits you see you can say the things that can help us all
ball but you can say things that making bad for us all fixing the problem the
only way is come to the source don't be a trojan horse help us change the
course everybody knows that its bad in the hood so check what you rapping
about if it aint to the good I did my part a long time ago I changed my views
aint no gang banging slanging just hanging with trues give it up to my
creator and that you could quote the mother fuckers still see me as a
scapegoat yeah like that night with biggie how they cost you your spot yeah
like 400 other people yeah I heard some shots broke away with the crowd
nervous obviously and the mother fuckers blamed it on me what the heeeeell
CHORUS
OUTRO
Check it out, this song is dedicated to the two most prolific writers in rap
music history (yes) tupac shakur and the notorious b.i.g. this is also
dedicated to the little homie from the sixties that lost his life at that
party rest in peace yall and to mca when you get yo head together maybe we
can do a record feel me im out
[DJ Quik]
One day I was chillin on Aranbe and Spruce
Forty in my hand and it's time to get loose
Got my Nikes, Fila t-shirt, and black khakis
I heard a horn blowin' and I jumped in my jacket
Sean was chillin' in the passenger seat
Stepped up out the car and started dancing in the street
Now Sean was lookin' fresh and it wasn't no joke
He had on some fresh khakis and was sportin' some locs
Some gangstas poppin' wheelies came up from behind
He got off throwin' up his favorite gang sign
Here come Little Snub, from the Maple block
Groovin' on the handlebars, ready to rock
And now my posse's gettin' bigger, 'cuz of all these niggas
I got the .38 and I'm about to pull the trigger
Looked up at the corner and who did I see?
Wayne and his little man Pop and Nookie
Now Sha came rollin' up on a little scooter
Lookin' for a match so he could light the Thai huddha
I told him I didn't have it, but yet I went to grab it
I lit it up and hit it up, and now I'm draggin' it
Wayne took a hit, Pop took a puff
Nookie started chokin' and now he's fucked up
The forty-ounce is hittin', so I busted into school
I'm never gettin' sweated 'cuz I'm just too cool fool
Sun's goin' down and now it's night
My posse's cold chillin' and we're feelin' alright
We heard a lot of noise and it sounded like a rally
Boomin' ass sounds comin' out of Sherm Alley
We all jumped up and we started to stroll
A young nigga like the Quiksta was takin' control
The D.E.A. posse so deep we walked three 2's
Now if you wanna join -- then you gotta pay ya dues
We got up to the alley and everything was chill
They was just makin' that dollar dollar bill
Reesa came down and she sat on the stairs
I stood up 'cuz I didn't have a chair
Now Pop said, "Yo! Let's get some cuts.
Get that Old 8 so we can get fucked up."
Now I'll put a twenty H put a 10
and said, "Fuck it! Super soca and gin!"
Now everybody's gettin' in the twilight zone
Head up stairs and they're gettin' weirdo
Gangsta's on the steps and he's tryin' to bang
No belt in his khakis so his Lee's could sag
Here comes Stick with a 20 dollar bag
But he can't roll a joint cuz he ain't got no zigzags
I looked up at my watch, it said 10:28
"You better run up to the liquor store before it's too late."
He went to the store and he got the zags
He came back walkin' with my homeboy Cash
Sucka came over; he was lookin for a ride
Runnin' from the police, he ain't have no place to hide
A smile came on my face when I swallowed my beer
I'm chillin' like a villian and I got no fear
Now Tony Lane came; he said he was bored
Eatin' on some chips that he got from the store
I said I'm bored too, so what's up with that?
Wayne said, "is anyone down to jack?
Now I can get the AK and you can get the pump,
But I don't want no deuce-deuce, cuz I ain't no chump"
Now Mike said, "Dane which one do you choose?"
"I could take the .38 and you can have the Uze."
But before we can jet and be on our way
Some niggas rolled up and they was ready to spray
Rollin' real slow, they turned off the lights
Waitin' -- until the time was right
A fool jumped out all dressed in Guess?
*gunshot* (Yeah) shot him in the chest
The niggas tried to jet, but the couldn't get far
Cuz Mike had the uzi and he aimed it for the car
*gunshots*
Ha Ha
Now that's how it's done and we do it good
Just another day in my loked out hood
Now all y'all remember that we can't be stopped
What's the name of my hood? *gunshots*
(Ha ha haha)
When you a G, niggaz wanna be like you
Because a G has images what they look up to
But some don't make it, so they takin' the funk
They get hot and they be poppin' that gangsta junk
But that ain't G, that ain't even close, nah that ain't shit
It ain't about who can bang or slang the most 'caine
And ki's or O's, sport new clothes
Or about who can fuck the most hoes
'Cause it's a mind state, it's playin' it's manipulatin'
It's winnin' from the freakin' and maneuverin' and then captivatin'
Livin' the life that make the bitches wanna fiend and dream
And all the jealous niggaz mean and scheme
And weak minor suckaz they wanna show they ass
But a nigga like Quik'll check 'em real fast
They don't know the real and so they quick to assume
That's why they shut up when I enter the room 'cause I'm a G
Playin' tough
But them niggaz ain't really rough
Creampuffs is a better word than tough
When you a G, attention is yours
When you demonstrate power
And game the untrues imitate
They get frustrated, they sock girls and slam doors
But when you're a G you just check yours
Takin' up the slack, all the way around
And then my back got yours, then we ain't goin' down
Like Playa Hamm said, it's the thing that I pray for
And play for, that I slay for
'Cause I'm the G when it comes to a funky track
I'm the G when it comes to the whole sack
I'm the G when it comes to decision makin'
I'm the G that got all these niggaz blinkin'
I'm the G that's young and intimidatin'
I'm the G never sprung got the bitches waitin'
I'm the G suckaz fear because I'm strong
And I'm the G, never standin' alone
Fadin' 'em, left to right, front back to center
I'm a natural born winner
I got connects on a quest to be true
So I won't teach you what I know
I'ma teach you what you know, yo
My game is tight so if you're lookin' and listenin' and learnin'
Apply it to yours and you'll earn respect in abundance
And you can never be checked see
When you're a motherfuckin' G
Y'all better get hip
And come off this trip
Wit'cho [Unverified] killin' asses
The G-ness, when you a G it's the description
The suckaz are fearin' it
'Cause in the mack they keep on hearin' it
They wish they could neglect it
But they can't so they disrespect it
And when they run up, yeah they get chin checked
When you a G, backs to backs never duckin'
Suckaz freakin' yo' bitches though, dismissin' the hoes
Before a bigga nigga, when you a G you're the teacher
Any other way that I coulda come just might not reach ya
The G-ness, such as my gangsta mentality
The G-ness, such is the greatness of my pals and me
Destiny's testin', trueness of character
Since I'm a G, fuck with my brothers that fucks with me
Come to the Penthouse if you want if you aren't true
And journey through the mind of a G since he ain't you
It ain't just the mack or the sack or the strong back
It ain't just the plain simple fact we got all that
It ain't just the dead weight, that we droppin' daily
Crews I don't forget, 'cause my memory don't fail me
Those that know, know I know that they do
Those who are wondering?
(Motherfuck you)
I only owe to P.P.C. a chosen few
I got players all around me, doin' what they want to
The rise of the wise got suckaz droppin' like flies
When you a G nigga, peepin' the prize from these eyes
Low down, niggaz, what?
Low down, niggaz, what?
Low down, niggaz, what?
Niggaz, what?
[Intro]
Rendezvous, I Guess It's Time For Another
Awwww Look At What You Muthafuckas Done Did
Y'all Done Pissed Off
Yeah What Up Sis, I Hear You Out There
You Know You done Fucked Up
I'm Glad Y'all Set It Off
You Prolly Mad Because You Can't Eat Off Me No More
Don't Wanna Hear You Crying Or Offer You No Dough
You Tried To Make My Life Shabby
With The Zodiac Sign Of The Cancer You Crabby
Plus You Got Away With Murder Twice (Nice)
Just Like That Nigga That's On Thin Ice
(I Think It's Time For Another Ghetto Rendezvous)
I Hate You So Much It Shows
I Hate You More Than Michael Hated Joe
And Your Son Looks Like A Fuckin Al Qaeda
I'mma Call Him Whop Daddy Cause His Chin To The Side
Now That's The Mark Of The Beast
You Had A Game In 1977 To Say At Least
Your House Is Full Of Mole
Body Full Of Yeast
I Bet You Baking A Loaf Of Bread Down Between Your Cheeks
You Stanky Little Rodent
Yeah Bitch, You Molded
You'll Never See Your Brother
That's Why Your Love Carroded
Emphysema All In Him
You Can't Hold Nobody
Ain't No Toxins In Your Venom
You Just A Grand Momma In Denom
Looking For Some Little Kids To Put Some Shit Up In Them
(Maybe It's Time For Another Ghetto Rendezvous)
The Problem Is You Ain't Have No Fuckin Loyalty
And The Only Thing You Wanted Was My Royalties
You Stole A Car And A Bike From Me
Looking Back I Was The Caretaker Of A Dummy
And That Husband Of Yours, You Dumb Witch
Was Still A Husband Of Hers You Stupid Bitch
You Never Acted Your Age
You Only Came To Embarass Me Out In Public For Days
That's Why Little Clarity Pays
You Got The Boot
Now I'm Chipping Like Frito Lays
Rest In Peace To My Niece At Least
When She Was Lying In State
She Had A Grin On Her Mouthpiece
Now What That Tell You About You
You Disturb To The Curb
And It's Better Without You
(I'm Coming Strapped To Another Ghetto Rendezvous)
Fat Boy Know You Really Been Dummin
Going Over Peewee house showing off your Triple Stomach
With A Strap In Your Waist
Now What You Gon Do When You See My Face, I Doubt It
I'm Tired Of Playing With You Cocka Roaches
I Gave You Bitches Life And Trust And You Studders Broke It
Cause You A Muthafuckin Sex Offender
Put Some Honey On Your Dick And Put It In A Blender
They Caught You Fuckin On Your Sister's Daughter
That Some Setual Shit, Get The Holy Water
Compton Alumni A-No Go
Nigga You Really Passer For Robos
Upstate in Y.A. Without Your Homeboys
Cheeking Each Other Butts Making No Noise
(I'm Taking Off When I Hit The Ghetto Rendezvous)
If I Bought You Equipment And Sold It, That's On You
Help You Get Into A Home And Lose It, That's On You
You Niggaz Acting Like Babies
You Feeling Entitled To Another Man's Money, That's Crazy
While I Get Sane, And Schizophrenia
And Struggles With Love And Money And Happiness You Get Plenty Of
While I'm Staying Fly Like Laguardia
I'm A Guardian, I'm The Ardista
I'm The Flyiest MC That You Ever Heard Om The Norman Microphone, Muthafucka That's Word
Now Give Me The Mic And Let Me Be Heard
Cause I Be Quitting Surely, I Am The Shep-erd
Now What You Know About My Lyrics And Style
I Got A Clico Backwash Fly We Wild
(I Think It's Time For Another Ghetto Rendezvous)
I don't give a fuck about you, you, her, him
That bitch, that nigga, ya'll, them
Pussy clot laws dripping out ya'll trim
'Bout to fill ya cup up to the rim with brimstone
Fuck yo Grammy
Stick the bell part up ya ass call ya mammy
I don't need ya love muthafucka god damn he
Critics wanna slam me
Put me in a jam till I come back with the jammy
Blaow, knock your whole car window out till ya eyes white out bitch lights out
Got you dead on arrival at your service on Saturday your whole family carry bibles
Got the whole building nervous, they turn around see me walk up in the service
I wrote your eulogy on toilet paper, right out in the rain,
Niggas got nerve, well I'm your novacane
This is fire and brimstone uh,
Kill you with fire and brimstone uh
I'm a Mercedes man, a late 80's man
I guess you could call me the perennial ladies man
Got some really rich friends and they all really like me cause I really pitch trims
Sometimes when I'm bored I kick it with dumb folk
They all really hate me like rottening egg yolks
I love to rub it in because I'm not a proper fit for your world of bullshit
You miserable mutt minds flawed by design
You'll never have the temperament to experiment with the benevolent
You're irrelevant, it should be your job to shovel shit
You need to cultivate and develop it
Get in the manure business and sell of it, good luck trick
I'm a precious stone, wrapped in parchment paper
Round brilliant cut shootin' ?
A dignitary, you're a lowly begger
Why don't you pull your plug you stupid nigga
If you're steering wheel is not wrapped in wood then you don't have the touch
So you will never feel it 'cause you denigrate too much
Who are you to judge, who are you to critique, who are you to falsify my presence
I am unique so you can keep your $20 you ain't gotta buy my cd muthafucka not a problem
That's why I'm a recluse, not the one you set loose
Muthafuckas in this game use my name to get juice
Say it, david blake, a maven, amazing
B-b-brighter than the forest when it's blazing
Asteroid, past the void, keep it pushing, that a boy
Gotta get it hotter than oven cooking, that's a joy
For these last four bars I take it easy
But you still a muthafucka and your cheesy
Don't trust your memory
Write down what you feel about me
Now in my lyrics I kick this shit that the critics debate to
But I still create the shit that the brothers relate to
Cause it's simple, but I'm no simp, I'm lettin you have it
To the temple leavin a scar MUCH bigger than a, pimple
You want the rubber from a gangsta boot to your grill?
Come take a ride with me and witness the thrill
Of an ass-whuppin, issued by the brothers in the khaki pants
Some think I'm too light to fight, so then they'll win but I grin
When I sail to your motherfuckin chin (MMM)
So suckers keep walkin until the po-po is talkin
In plain simple Englishno wait in plain simple slang, no jivin
Fuckin with me is more lethal than drinkin and drivin
Or try to figure the flow I deliver
Punk it makes you shiver when you think I'm takin two to your liver
The D-to-the-E-to-the-motherfuckin-A with a vengeance
A side of Quik that you ain't never experiencin
I'm stutter steppin with crap on the low and I flow well
Intensifyin with every line, cause I show and tell
My backup is backin, never leavin me lackin
With Double or Nothin, KK, D, and AMG and we're stackin
Up sales for motherfuckers just like you
(For a punk motherfucker with a punk motherfuckin crew!)
Yo I know you peeped that you just can't creep
It's too steep so take a leap because we roll too motherfuckin deep
"(How deep?) Deeper than Atlantis"
"Niggaz can deal with that shit"
So I'm rollin DEEP deep
"Deeper than Atlantis"
"Man that's bad " " naw that's good!"
You see we rollin deep, cause a nigga playin the backseat
We won't get beat, so run up and get sweeped
By a young motherfuckin ass nut
We whup your ass and make your momma feel it
And watch you just fold up
It's Tha D in the back with the strap
Down for some shit with a bitch in my lap
Punk motherfuckers like to play the brave role
But I don't give a fuck, you can still get T-rolled
It ain't like you never been checked befo'
You stupid nigga, your bitch, your hoe
The motherfuckers rollin the back streets
Not givin a fuck, because we roll too motherfuckin deep
"(How deep?)"
Deeper than the crack in your momma's cock
Too deep for a nigga, now I can't stop
Cause niggaz'll roll deep, deep in the middle of the street
So deep we roll onto next week
Two's and fo's, that nigga K throws heavy blows
Heavy enough to knock the snot out of niggaz nose
Cause niggaz ain't nothin but head and shoulders
Nigga, we should be rollin this
And I'm a roll, cause I'm doin my own thing
(Yeah, motherfuck a posse, we roll with a gang, niggaz)
For those who wanna sleep, time to creep
Straight up fools, cause niggaz is rollin deep
"(How deep?) Deeper than Atlantis"
"Niggaz can deal with that shit"
So I'm rollin DEEP deep
"Deeper than Atlantis"
"Man that's bad " " naw that's good!"
Fuck a one-time jack, I eenie meenie miney wet the hoes
Back in the alley I be rollin on the pimpin mode
Unfadeable, cause I'm D-double-E-P
AMG be catchin niggaz slippin constantly
And hoes wanna hoe, with a niggerole like so
And after I trick, yo see you later bitch
And niggaz think they know what they talkin bout, whatchu sayin?
It was your bitch, that I was fuckin layin and playin
So, if she was fine don't be denyin that I did her
Trust your data nigga, and let my dick get with her
Because another motherfuckin gangster's strollin yo
In the 9-0, niggerole, this is how I'm rollin
"(How deep?) Deeper than Atlantis"
"Niggaz can deal with that shit"
So I'm rollin DEEP deep
"Deeper than Atlantis"
"The following presentation is rated R."
Hi-C
Uhh! God damn! Yeah!
Hi-C
This my nigga DJ motherfuckin Quik
We gon' take this shit back to the Mixmaster days
and put it all in your jawmeat
and wiggle it around a little bit, hahaha
YouknowhatI'msayin? Party favors nigga
Ahh yeah, y'all need a couple of 'em
We ain't playin witcho' bitch-ass either
YouknowhatI'msayin? Niggaz try to walk the walk, talk the talk
But that bullshit ain't nothin man {*scratches*}
I said that bullshit ain't nothin man!
{*scratches: "aw, niggaz, niggaz.."*}
Niggaz can't do what we do {"NO"}
{*"Bullshit ain't nothin man!"*}
Damn; so what you need to do.. is.. {"stop stop stop stop STOP!"}
.. shut the fuck up and listen for a minute {"Listen!"}
Pay attention - might learn somethin {"Now LISTEN!"}
Don't you carry yo' ass in the studio fuckin wit dem boys neither
or they put knots all UPSIDE ya motherfuckin head with the beats!
That's my nigga Q.. I call him..
{"Quik, Quik-Quik, Q-Quik, Quik-Quik"}
Quik-a-lodeon {"Too Quik!"}
Yeah.. huh? Yeah.. {"Quik-Quik-Quik-Quik-Quik-Quik-Quik"}
Talk.. {"Motherfuckin Quik"} spit it
Yeah.. ooh! Haha, yeah
Now off of two-fifths of drank (drank drank)
They got yo' boy lookin for a bitch to spank (spank spank)
Baby you can kick it but ya sister cain't (nah nah)
Runnin 'round smellin like a septic tank (ewwwahh)
Girl you need to stop you know your ass is stank (stank stank)
Runnin 'round beggin all the baller for bank (bank bank)
Tryin to hit a lick but like that you cain't (nah nah)
Cause everytime your ass come around I faint (wooo!)
People get to passin out;
I'ma give you one more chance but yo' ass is out
Now don't you bring yo' ass back smellin like raw trout (trout)
Cause everytime I see you I'ma bust you out!
(Here she come, look out!)
And you niggaz with the demos (demos)
Man you just as bad as dem hoes (hoes)
Talkin bout your record comin out (out out)
But you need to put some gum in your mouth (hell yes)
Cause before I hear you rhyme or you get a beat from Quik
Shyheim Da Kid
Yo yo this Shyheim, and y'all can suck my DICK!
Son you owe me, fuck the dough I want it in blood
You was my homey, showed me nuttin but thug love
Put me on to the game, bought me my first chain
Let me ride shotgun, in your Benz and Range
I'm thinkin how this big nigga gon', go against the grain
Hit him up when it's foggy outside, about to rain
It's about to rain teflon cop-killers
But we ride teflon can't-stop-killers
I thought you was fam 'til you switched the love
Now you, rich and fuck, you forget the thug?
Heard you on the radio, but I ain't get no plug
And if you come around the way, I should get you stuck
I wish you luck, I'ma make you kiss the gun
And I ain't gon' stop until my justice done
What you wanna be labelled as, a coward or a duck?
What powder you cut, you wanted that building for what?
When you rep that building, what you said for that building
If it wasn't for me, you woulda been DEAD in that building
You don't know what it feel like to say I own that building
Get dough in that building, or control that building
You don't know that feeling, you ain't condone that killing
Cause when the cops came, you was like, "Shy in that building"
I remember the days when you was shook in them buildings
You in front of these buildings, frontin like you build them
When Scrams was home, you was on his dick
And you gave that bitch money cause you always been a trick
You know Shy Da Kid, I'm back on the block
Bought the crack in the spot, spit back in the block
Fuckin clap at the cops, if I'm rappin or not
Whatchu gon' do nigga? Shoot or get shot
I'm hot on the block like new glocks out the box
All y'all fulla dope, at the bow(?) .. what?
Talib Kweli
Yeah yeah.. yo
Kweli, I'm rock this body and so forth and so on
You can get the dick, one to grow on or one to blow on
Bet you Quik get his dough on, I spit kick the flow on
Got swift shit I throw on, cause I'ma leave what I float on
Plus I get my roll on like Baby and Mannie Fresh
After I go on y'all niggaz'll never bust like tantric sex
The universal nigga that represent the planet best
How I manifest from Brooklyn to Los Angeles - people!
We hold this down like wherever you're from
Got my name all in your mouth like you pierced your tongue
Pimped the game so hard we leave them whores numb
The more I come, Kweli, I'm bout to blow like George Young
I'm the Don Cheadle of rap, dope like arms and needles of crack
My lyrics attack and arm the people like gats
In Cali studios we rest the heat up on the console
Peep Hollywood niggaz who think it's sweet like Comanco
Claimin they gangster and street like they lookin for beef
But with a gun in they teeth they just MC's lookin for beats
Y'all don't want trouble, we pop bubbles and flex muscle
Niggaz don't respect the lyrics, they respect your hustle
The industry is like Kinko's, makin copies while you wait
And the people always scream for NEW SHIT, like Clue tapes
Y'all speed this in your face, slow down like Screw tape
Pow, pussy ain't nuttin' but a hole
And most bitches ain't nothing but hoes
So what I'm gonna do right here
Is kick it to the man left rear
Run that shit
And a one and a two and a three
And you got the nigga AMG
And a four and a five and a six
On my left hand side is DJ Quik
We got 2nd and None in the house
We got my man Hi-C in the house
And all the niggas who disapprove you tryin' to bust a move
You can get a dick in ya mouth
Yo, you can't fuck wit a nigga, I'm holdin' my piece
I'm bailin' down to Kren's with my Khakis creased
A lick on my neck and a bitch on my dick-so
I put a beeper card on the bitch front window
I'm that nigga who can service well
Then bloody up the sheets at a raunchy motel
Yeah I'm a treat ya, 'cause I'm a feed ya
Take you to McDonalds then I leave ya
Live, via satellite on Rolls [Incomprehensible]
We got my boy DJ Quik in the house
And he's gonna take you on a mission
And show you how the real jackers jack
Yeah and now I'm takin' off my belt so I can sag
I keep the 44 Mag in a duffel bag
And in the G-ride I'm rollin' in the rain
And don't let me catch you slippin' on the turning lane
I creep up to your quarter panel and I pause
We 'bout to fold up to your nose and make you shit your drawers
Now I don't want your money or your hoes
No, all I want is your muthafuckin' Renzo's
Now, let's take a ride down to Kren's
I'm rollin' with a muthafucka with do do in his pants
And a nigga like you can get me work
Because I know you got them birdies that don't chirp
Aww, too bad you didn't make it to your 9
So forget about your fento 'cause it's mine
And to you niggas that be trippin' watch your trunk and don't be slippin'
'Cus the Quik will take your hoofty every time, muthafucka
Once again it's the muthafuckin' D
You wanna be my bitch, well you gotta pay a fee
You wanna get quoted, get your ass in the circle
We'll whoop your ass nigga till your eye turn purple
Ayo Crawf my name is the Crawf
The C-R-A-W-F-O-R-D, the poet Hi-C
I got your fat pregnant bitch in my water bed
And I'm about to bust a nut on your little baby's head
The shit you be talking, I label it 'caca'
Move your fat ass and pass the vodka
Pour half a cup, fill it up with socko
Bitches tryin' trip, you might get socked ho
"I love you though" that's what I'm screamin'
Just to get some pussy I'll be fiendin'
Boyfriend always talking 'bout doggystyle
Wait a while, I can do it froggystyle
Stop that darn cussing, my children are listening
One mind, One team, One heart
One player through the hole
One goal from the start
To dominate the art of the black and blue
And watch your superbowl dreams till they all come true
Lookin in the mirror its about that time
Put on my walkmen and hit the front line
Im geeked
I been trainin for weeks
Ready to put on my black football sneaks
I weigh 200 and 95 pounds
Blah
Watch your body it the ground
Im ready for pain
Hell sleet or rain
Im like a great dane
Tearin out your frame
Hit me in my back
Watch my ribs crack
2 and a half weeks
It all be back
When ya march
Get ready, get set, im gone
Listen to the chorus of this song
One mind, One team, One heart
One player through the hole
One goal from the start
To dominate the art of the black and blue
And watch your superbowl dreams till they all come true
One chance, one role, one goal
One redefining moment to ignite your soul
To see your hopes and dreams to the front page story
To be rememberd from your rise to glory
Im sane
I dont care who we playin
Anybody in my path, they layin
I run a 4-2
Im in the endzone
Throw the ball
You know that Im open holme
Im fast as lightnen
Pop like a firecracker
When Im a linebacker
Im just too rough
Big is you?
Lets see whats crackin
Lets see what happens
When your quarterback im sackin
Hit you in the back
Watch your body start to stumble
Oh my gosh I be callin that a fumble
(oh no)
Im so in shape
Im only 28
Sunday afternoon, dont be late
One mind, One team, One heart
One player through the hole
One goal from the start
To dominate the art of the black and blue
And watch your superbowl dreams till they all come true
One chance, one role, one goal
One redefining moment to ignite your soul
To see your hopes and dreams on the front page story
To be rememberd from your rise to glory
Man, my body so full of emotion
So Im about to go crazy
Bout to start explodin
Come Sunday, Ima start loadin
On any quarterback, that think that he open
Im hurt, but I feel no pain
4 foot 1, dont take me out the game
Cause Im, great at my position
The best cornerback, in my division
This my dream, you only get one shot
And I aint gonna stop, till my team hit the top
Untill then, Ima use mind, body, and soul
Untill my team go to the superbowl
One mind, One team, One heart
One player through the hole
One goal from the start
To dominate the art of the black and blue
And watch your superbowl dreams till they all come true
One chance, one role, one goal
One redefining moment to ignite your soul
To see your hopes and dreams on the front page story
To be rememberd from your rise to glory
One mind One team One heart
One player through the hole
One goal from the start
To dominate the art of the black and blue
And watch your superbowl dreams till they all come true
One chance, one role, one goal
One redefining moment to ignite your soul
To see your hopes and dreams on the front page story
[Intro Chorus]
All The Ladies In The House
All The Ladies In The House (Good Morning)
To All The Ladies In The House (Good Afternoon)
To All The Ladies In The House
[Bridge]
To All The Ladies In The Place With Classy Taste
Allow Me To Place My Hands On Your Waist
And We Can Boogie Till You Conk Out
Faint Like Marie
On The Dance Floor Boppin With Me
[DJ Quik]
Now Im Not Barin Alvin Ailey
But I Make Fly Dance Music Lately
I May Not Dance To Ballet In The Valet
But You Just Might See Me Two Step In The Valley
If That's A Real Expensive Car In The Alley Then It Might Be Me
Playin Hookey From Your Local TV
But Im Flyer Than A EB Exterrestrial Biological Entity With Elliot
But We Call Him ET
Now Let's Get Your BMX Ready
Let's Ride It Out
Let's Do Me Like Drew Barrymore
And Let's Hivey Out
Give Me To Call Home
Let's Dial It Out
That Could Cost 320 Million Dollars A Minute
Now Why Wait
Why Not Just Call Me Grey
Why Not Just Call Me Blake
I Spend Enough Time On The Airplane
Why Not Call Me Frey
Why Not Call Me Late
[Chorus]
To All The Ladies In The Place
With Style And Taste
Allow Me To Place My Hands On Your Waist
And We Can Boogie Till You Conk Out
Faint Like Marie
On The Dance Floor Boppin With Me
[Ice Cube]
To All The Latest
To All The Latest
From The A-Test
To Up In Vegas
To All The Latest From Nine Test
And You Could Find Me
Where Ever I Be
Im Still Wanna Flow 2010
Still Gotta About Two Thousand To Spend
Haters In The Place Can't Erase My Grend
Stuck On My Face When I'm With My Friends
When I Bust A Rap To A DJ Quik Beat
We Get Green Just Like Bill Bixby
Turn Into A Beast And Up Butey
I'm A Player Will You Recruit Me
I Got Game
And You Got To Tailgate
Let's Have A Party
Girl Why The Hell Wait
Let's Have A Ball
Get Her Up From The Table
If She Don't Wanna Dance
Find One That Say
[Chorus]
To All The Ladies In The Place With Class And Taste
And Allow Me Too Place My Hand On Your Waist
We Can Boogie Till You Conk Out
Faint Like Marie
On The Dance Floor Boppin With Me
To All The Ladies In The Place With Style And Taste
And Allow Me Too Place My Hand On Your Waist
We Can Boogie Till You Conk Out
Faint Like Marie
On The Dance Floor Boppin With Me
[Ice Cube & DJ Quik Talking At The End]
Ice Cube And DJ Quik
DJ Quik And Ice Cube
20 Years In The Making
A Whole Generation
Ain't No Faking
What Up Homie
What Up Triple Threat
You A Genius
No, You A Genius
Im A Genius
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
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!
Whoaoy whoaoy
Lord have mercy
Sometimes I smoke and I fell over joyed
Sometimes I smoke and I feel paranoid
Sometimes I smoke and I not even feel a thing
Sometimes I smoke and feel I’m going insane (lord)
You got the gunja whoaoi
She got the indo whoaoi
He got the sensi whoaoy
Sweet sensi I mean it whoaoy
It make you say
Wha-a-a-ahah-ya-ah-ah-ooa 8x
(We smoking bombudd 4x)
Sometimes I smoke and I become aware
Sometimes I smoke and I don’t even care
So this is for my homie Jake who rest in peace
He used to grow in all the multi colonies (right)
He had the gunja whoaoy
He had the indo whoaoy
He had the sensi whoaoy
Sweet sensi I mean it
It makes you say
Wha-a-a-ahah-ya-ah-ah-ooa16x
(We smoking bobmudd)15x
You got the gunja whoaoy
She got the indo whoaoy whoaoy
He got the sensi whoaoy
Sweet sensi I mean it whoaoy
It make you say
Wha-a-a-ahah-ya-ah-ah-ooa
[DJ Quik]
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 ‘bout my self?
[Dionne Knighton]
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
[DJ Quik]
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
[Will Hudspeth]
Whateva I Do
I make you wanna touch yourself
Whenever I'm with you cus I got it (Girl do you know how bad I am?)
You make me wanna give it to you (Now give it to me)
Whateva I Do
I make you wanna touch yourself
When ever I'm with you cus I got it
You make me wanna give it to you
[DJ Quik]
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!
[Dionne Knighton]
Whateva U Do
You make me wanna touch myself
Whenever I'm with you cus you got it (Who got it?)
And I'm gonna make you give it to me (Sing it to me)
Whateva U Do
You make me wanna touch myself
Whenever I'm with you cus you got it
(I know what I can do)
And I'm gonna make you give it to me
(I wouldn't make records about it if I didn't)
Whateva U Do (Damn come here)
You make me wanna touch myself
Whenever I'm with you cus you got it
(Come here let me feel you, give me a hug)
And I'm gonna make you give it to me
(C'mon baby, maybe we can go to the beach)
Whateva U Do (You know like)
You make me wanna touch myself (Just play in the water)
Whenever I'm with you cus you got it
And I'm gonna make you give it to me
…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
[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"
[DJ Quik]
And just when you motherfuckers thought it was over
I'm back up in this motherfucker..
"You better get ready"
"for-for-for for America's most complete artist"
"What's your name boy?"
"I.. am..""America's most complete artist"
"You better get ready"
"for America's most complete artist"
[Quik]Doin much damage in the ninety-two
"for America's mo-mo-mo-mo
most complete artist-artist-ar-ar-artist"
[DJ Quik]
Now DJ Quik is the nigga that's comin up real thick
I'm a stone funkaholic yet I don't need Schick
because there ain't another nigga more versatile
DJ Quik been bustin funky rhythms all the while
And this song is for the homies who was down with me
When I was broke as a joke, flat with no mon-ey
And to them doubtin-ass motherfuckers, cause they don't know yeah
Instead of showin and provin yo I'm provin that I'm the show
Now who wants to fade this modern day prophet?
Take two steps forward, one shell and you droppin
because I don't go toe to toe, I go hoe to hoe
Yo' hoe is so-so, so yo, I think I better let her go
cause she ain't worth my time
And before I get off into another rhyme
I'ma bring this verse to a climax, grab the axe
Open the door, clear the floor, and make way
"for America's most complete artist"
"What's your name boy?"
"I.. am..""America's most complete artist"
[Quik]Sucker ass niggaz can't fade me
"for America's most complete artist"
"Quik..""What kind of name is that for a nigga?"
"for America's mo-mo-mo-mo
most complete artist-artist-ar-ar-artist"
[DJ Quik]
Now when I say I'm complete;
that means I'm true to my game and my cap
And I refrain from bein played like a sap
And a bitch? No bitch can handle what I'm kickin
They say I'm trippin but they stick around my room for a dickin
Cause the power of the Quiksta's too overwhelmin
And when you let me rip I'm goin in with a helmet
That's why your little brother wants to be like me
I'm surrounded by the trueness that suckers fail to see
Now 2nd II None, is you down with the Quik? "What you think?"
Mr. Bankin, is you down with the Quik? "Yeah, you know it"
Playa Hamm, is you down with the Quik? "Oh but of course playa"
And everybody else.. {".. can get the dick"}
Now on my last album, I said I rolled too motherfuckin deep
That was for them suckaz that was tryin to creep
but peep the real - that when I got that murderin feelin
I can take a loss and make a killin and still be
"America's most complete artist"
[Quik]Fuck these punk ass niggaz!
"you-you-you better get ready"
"for America's most complete artist"
"for America's most complete artist"
[Quik]Doin much damage C-P-T style
"for America's mo-mo-mo-mo
most complete artist-artist-ar-ar-artist"
[Quik]Yo fuck the bridge
I better take y'all into the canal, kick it
Mo pussy, mo pussy, mo pussy..
[DJ Quik]
Damn! That's how a nigga like me is
True to it, ain't fakin for the showbiz
All the true ass niggaz, yup ya know this
but the others jock jockin me like they hoe is
Cause DJ Quik can be as funky as the douche
Shoot stutter steppin with pep but still I manage to givin the suckaz
the BOOT if they ask for it, because they know I flow it
Need I say more? "NO!" Well that's it
"for America's most complete artist"
"you better get ready"
"for America's most complete artist"
"What's your name boy?"
"I.. am..""America's most complete artist"
"you better get ready"
"for America's mo-mo-mo-mo
[Intro Chorus]
[Dwele]
All I Want Is For My Time With You To Slow Down
Don't Really Make It In Town Like I Used To
So For Now, All I Want Is Time With You To Slow Down
Don't Really Make It In Town Like I Used To, For Now
[DJ Quik]
I Appreciate Your Patience
What Am I Doing Without You
Never Hear No Bad Shit Out Here In These Streets About You
Love Must Been This Smart
Jealousy Is The Counterpart
Life Is Made A Strength Apart
No More Willing To Imbark
But We Remained Friends Throughout
All Those Years From Then To Now
Both Those Feelings Trust And Doubt
Argue Till You Storm Out
Other Dude Gave You A Kid
He Didn't Have You Like I Did
I Pieced You Out
Then Ya'll Broke Up
You Called Me Again
Drunk And Crying On The Phone
Next Flight Out You Gone Be Home
Flight Delayed I Still Wait
Call Me When You Reach The Gate
Pick You Up At Baggage Claim
Tunnel Vision Just Begun Cause You And Your Son
Like Just Like My Son
[Chorus]
All I Want Is For My Time With You To Slow Down
Don't Really Make It In Town Like I Used To
[Bridge]
All I Need Is More Time Is Having You Right Beside With Your Mine
Only A Couple Minutes More, Slow Down
Somebody Say Time And Time Will Pillow
Know That If I Couldn't Pay Full Time On Some Major Shit, Slow Down
Got To Let Me Live It Like A Bullet
Somebody Say Five And Time Appeal, Appeal
[DJ Quik]
Let Me Get Your Bags Out Of The Truck
Get The Keys And Go Upstairs
Cover Tattoo's On Your Arm
That Just Meant Were Souvenir's
We Got Plans Tonight
We Going To The Cheese Cake Factory
Drink A Little And Reminisce About How You Used To Laugh At Me
Didn't Think I Would Go To Far
With Me Being From Compton, And All
But Still I Grab Some Corks And Some Rubbers And Made Myself A Ball
I Know Your Momma Proud Of Me
Cause She Looked Down On Me
She Knew I Had It
She Said That I Would Make It
If I Just Stayed At It
Now How's Your Neice
The One Who Used To Stay With You When You Lived On Over By The Street
She Looked Like My Nephew Kiana
She Used To Do Her Hair Like Rihanna
You Remember Me What
[Quik Talking]
[Girl:] Kisses Him
[DJ Quik:] Why You Kiss Me When I'm Talking, Just Had To Bring Back All Them Old Memories, Huh.
So You Ready To Go ? You Sure You Don't Wanna Another Drink ?, Ok Let Me Get The Check
[Chorus]
All I Need Is More Time Having You Right Beside With Your Mine
And Only For A Couple Minutes More, Slow Down
Somebody Say Time & Time Will Pillow
Know That If I Couldn't Pay Full Time On Some Major Shit, Slow Down
Got To Let Me Live It Like A Bullet
Somebody Say Time And Time Appeal, Appeal
(Dj Quik talking)
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
(Chorus)
Sittin in my room thinkin bout you
Reminiscing on the kinky little things we did'nt do
I said I'm sitting in my room thinkin thinkin thinkin
I'm Sittin in my room thinkin bout you
Reminiscing on the kinky little things we did'nt do
I said I'm sitting in my room thinkin thinkin thinkin
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
(Chorus)
Because i'm siitin on my couch thinkin bout you
Reminiscin on the kinky little things we used to do
I said i'm sittin on my couch thinkin thinkin thinkin
I said i'm siitin on my couch thinkin bout you
Reminiscin on the kinky little things we used to do
I said i'm sittin on my couch thinkin thinkin thinkin
(Check it out)
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
[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
[DJ Quik]
Huh, now don't come to my party if you don't wanna get drunk
It's me and my niggas and we puffin on a skunk
Cus it's true when I'm bent and I'm fuckin I can last long
With some Gin and a grin cus my cocks grown
Now don't trip ho, you like to get bent too
Hit the thai, run, get ya coochie in bent too
By a nigga that'll make ya sick
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
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
[ performed by Playa Hamm ]
[ Quik ] Hamm, what's up, nigga!
[ Hamm ] What's up, my brother
Just loungin, you know
Bout to crack this 40 ounce
[ Quik ] Oh, look at you, lil' ol' alcoholic-ass nigga
[ Hamm ] Well, you know I got to have it, my brother, ain't nothin changed
You wanna hit it?
[ Quik ] Yeah - what's up?
[ Hamm ] Hey man, you tell ME
What's up with the album, man?
[ Quik ] Hey man, we tryina finish that muthafucka, man
And eh - I need one more song
[ Hamm ] No shit
[ Quik ] Yeah, I wanted to know if you wanted to bust on it?
[ Hamm ] Oh, without a doubt, you know I'd love to
[ Quik ] 'member that shit you was bustin for me over the phone
That sucka-free shit?
[ Hamm ] Yeah, I remember that shit
[ Quik ] Well, won't you put that shit right about...
HERE
(Sucka)
(Sucka)
(Sucka)
(Ha?)
(Now a sucka raises up off of you)
Did you miss me?
It took a little time to get sucka-free
But since a young g it's PPC
Ain't no shame in the name
And still true to the game
Still servin suckers, just the same
No sense, and dwellin in the past tense
I roll with Quik, so you better check your ladies, gents
Cause I'ma teach her how to break you, right before I break her
After I make her, then I shake her
Yeah, I know, you heard it all before
But I can't deal, cause I see you're still simpin for a hoe
Claimin pimp, but you're payin for the pu'
Silly sucker, punk muthafucka
They only flock and jock
Cause you're fillin up they pocketbooks
And you're still judgin bitches by they looks
When it's really all about what she can do for you
I do for me and still see a True
Ah-ha, really? Do you hear me, bro?
Got your name all on your lips, but your chick trips
Oh no, never will I lower to your level
And I got 17 for ya, devil
Too True to ever let a sucker like you
Make me do somethin that I don't wanna do
I'm still real with it, you gots to deal with it
I serve that ass like a clocker, I don't give a fuck
But who you're doin, how you're doin
Or what you do it with
You better miss me with the dumb shit
So when you're speakin on the Playa Hamm or my nigga Quik
Everybody knows you're suckin on a fat dick
It ain't nothin to nuttin in your ass, so that you see clear
Boomin in your ear, so I know you hear
Bump this in your Coupe with your R&B; wanna-be-me
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
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
[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
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' else 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)
Pop~n~stop~n~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
Yellin, save me! save me! with a 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' else 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 equal hoe, fuck yo' kind
Can't get mad if the bus don't come
I'ma just bail cus I trust no one
cause everything that come up out your mouth 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' else 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' else that you do
(Oh your mama need her ass whooped)
That make the niggas wanna fuck you
* [DJ Quik]
They got an ATM in the strip club
And when it's all trick money every crisp dub
Switch your mouth put a dolla on a bottled water
I'll then blame on a fight with a man's daughter
When you see us comin in, pat us down playa
Cus we aint goin for that muthafuckin shit later
Lookin for the hoes, all the best you got
It's little Quik and I come to spend a knot
In about a hour I'ma be a proper groom
Mike Bezy getting sculled in the upper room
Top Dog taught me this is how to go
If I aint havin fun, what I'm livin fo?
Whether a barberry coast or a batch stars
Or at first kings, we in a hundred thousand dollar cars
We aint doin the worst, we be doin the best
Now what's up with the manaché sex
[Chorus]
Try me (Try me)
Take me to your room and ride me (Ride me)
And baby when you're through, you can hide me (Hide me)
I wanna be your new Sex Crymee
So if you wanna a true
Try me (Try me)
Take me to your room and ride me (Ride me)
And baby when you're through, you can hide me (Hide me)
I wanna be your new Sex Crymee
Now what you talkin 'bout?
[DJ Quik]
We be all over the states, lookin for the greats
Hoes with the reputations for having cakes
Puerto Rican mami with the black in it
Whole booty looking like a heart with a crack in it
Cabrini green style, say it three times fast
Before you do you in love with the ass
Top Dog, Playa Hamm bought her out
Show these L.A. niggas what we talkin about
She wanna give you pain till you feel it
Claimin that you came on the Peni and the cillin
Get down on it like Creeton with your thang
3 or 4 tag team really aint a thang
With a...She got game
I love you like stranger, sex infinite
I need you like a magma for a few minutes
Pull your panties down some or at least to the side
So I can Slip 'n Slide
I like to lick you're paw prints
I wanna show how raw that a jaw gets
Bang down on ya kidney and it all hits
That's it take it off do raw shit
[Chorus]
Try me (Try me)
Take me to your room and ride me (Ride me)
And baby when you're through, you can hide me (Hide me)
I wanna be your new Sex Crymee
So if you wanna a true
Try me (Try me)
Take me to your room and ride me (Ride me)
And baby when you're through, you can hide me (Hide me)
I wanna be your new Sex Crymee
Now what you talkin 'bout?
[DJ Quik]
You actin like you aint tired
You make me wanna just stay up all night doin this shit
You actin like we aint both gotta be somewhere
When you first put it in that's the...that's the best part
Doin it without a rubber like if that's smart
Balls in ya jaws, lovin the walls you crawl
Pillow case bitin and I'm inviting you all
Tell me, what's the best form of stress relief
Some head in the bed or some Ecs to keep
And I'm lookin for the broads that I saw in the mall
They got my number told you I was about to call y'all
I beat your pussy like you stole somethin
Bringin you down slow humpin
I'm losing my religion, just like Pac
Lookin for a broad to get up in the cock
Cus a G aint shit without a bitch in his bed
And money don't mean nothing if you're rich and ya dead
So I'm slappin the cheeks
And while you niggas scrappin in the streets
I'm smackin in the sheets
[Chorus]
Try me (Try me)
Take me to your room and ride me (Ride me)
And baby when you're through, you can hide me (Hide me)
I wanna be your new Sex Crymee
So if you wanna a true
Try me (Try me)
Take me to your room and ride me (Ride me)
And baby when you're through, you can hide me (Hide me)
I wanna be your new Sex Crymee
[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.]
[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
[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]
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]
[DJ Quik]
Sometimes I just don't even understand
why people like this dirty talkin shit, youknowhatI'msayin?
But since they do and people buyin this shit;
I'ma kick it like this
You see a pimpin ass nigga like me is wanted dead or alive
because I jack these hooker hoes for they ten's and they five's
and twenty's then I leave em branded, cause I'm the love bandit
I'm not tryin to be mean I want your green or you'll be stranded
cause you know it don't pay to play for free yo
So you shit out of luck, I need a buck to fuck
you duck, hoe, bitch, tramp
And I don't take no food stamps
This is a reminder - I'm lettin you know that if I get behind ya
you're gonna have to kick up - or eat a dick up til you hiccup
I treat yo' ass as if this was a stick up
Cause you ain't nothin but a pick-up
Trick hell yeah I'm offensive
A spin around the bend can be expensive
and the effects'll be, they can be extensive
So if I gotta fuckin take a chance, I want my grip in advance
because it's Only Fo' Tha Money
Chorus: repeat 4X
Dolla bill y'all, dolla bill y'all
Dolla dolla dolla dolla dolla bill y'all
[2nd II None #1]
Now that I fucked, I want my motherfuckin cut
Oh yeah, I'm a hoe, what you think I gave you the dick fo'?
See I can play the bitch, but see I ain't the bitch
You better checkin her in, and better do it quick
See the devil made me do it, cause devil is you
cause I done seen all the shit you took niggaz through
But not me wench, you cute saditty skanch
Think I'ma be the trick nigga, well bitch I ain't
Cause I'm the type of nigga that can get your cock
without payin you, but straight be playin you
BITCH - I thought you knew better than that
See it only fucks you up, when your weak game lacks
Manipulatin moves like I do (like I do)
See it just goes to show you hoe you can't play a true
See I can leave your broke-ass fast with your cock all runny
(beeeitch) cause it's Only Fo' Tha Money
Chorus
[2nd II None #2]
Now that you know me, I'm only out to leave you broke and lonely
I find a stupid hoe and talk her ass to matrimony
Now I can be cool until we hitched
but I'ma switch up on my role and play the motherfuckin bitch
Waitin for the mailman to come around
Oh youse a low-down nigga - naw man, I'm just a money hound
I play the roll well, check out my limp
Yeahh, I'm the County Check pimp (aww that's you baby)
Slangin my hand inside your purse
Girl you better keep cool cause the shit can get worse, damn
Yo' check is short, I ain't gon' sweat, huh
I take the kids lunch money, yeah - bet
and borrow ends from yo' family and grin
I just gotta keep my bankroll comin in
and then I kick back and laugh cause it's funny
Ha ha - I only did it Fo' Tha Money
* [Faint beginning: DJ Quik]
Just break it down
C'mon (Fuck me)
You wanna fuck? (Suck me)
You got a chip? (Thank me)
Come to daddy (Duck me)
Any type of position to be miss thang
Just lay it down...
Yeah, naw, nu uh, oh wait up
Hold up on you, you got me trippin
I could've sworn that I just had your coochie drippin
What happened to all the shit you popped in the spot?
Tell me, is this the position that you want it or not?
Is it feelin like the way that you imagined it would?
Am I tight, am I hard, is it fly, is it good?
Can I, bounce you off my leg?
Like I'm playin soccer with ya cock makin you beg
You feelin, Valentino Red that's when that's when you switch
And I'm lookin (lookin) for a 2002 bitch
Cus I'm (fly) feathered up like a cock-a-tail baby
But I'm still gangsta, got it glockin still baby
Cus I can't take chances
With ya man friends
Sockin you up in the back, where your hands be?
He aint goin crazy, he just thinking maybe
Soon as he turn his back, we be going baby
[Chorus: Talkbox]
You and me, One on 1
Right in front of everyone
You and me, hand in hand
We be getting nasty
You and me, One on 1
Right in front of everyone
You are so doooown, down, down...
Now I don't know what I'm gonna do about you baby
Say ya nasty, and ya freaky
You play the freak
[DJ Quik]
Last night we was drunk at the beach
You was off the E, I was off of the peach
Martini, watchin you walk around the room in yo bikini
I touched ya stomach, you got steamy
And then I bit you on the hip
Pulled your brown hair back across my chest and bit ya lip
And then I filled your belly button double whip cream
Then I licked ya clit for a hour fifteen
Who the best, baby? Let ‘em know, baby
Valentino on ya titty, let it show baby
AKA mista Q-U-I-K
And I don't care what you do, she do what I say
Cus we share something that nobody here know
Just some up and down sex, not that weird though
In the bed, open window, by the ocean
And the Ecs got her lovin on the slowtion
[Chorus: Talkbox]
You and me, One on 1
Right in front of everyone
You and me, hand in hand
We be getting nasty
You and me, One on 1
Right in front of everyone
"Give it to me!"
[DJ Quik]
I wonder..
how would it feel, to sleep with a woman like you?
To fade that monkey til it's funky
Rollin all over your bed, stickin to you like glue
You can call me a real funk junkie
Slangin this dick like dope
Strapped with a cap and I'm lookin for the slope that leads
to the hairpie hoes, AMG knows
"Word to the motherfuckin three-oh-fo's!"
Now pass that gin, and let's begin
And how you goin out? That's how I'm goin in
Holdin your titties, them big two knobs
Nuttin in your ass in big goo gobs
Sticky and it's tricky but I glide when I ride it
Tearin down your walls cause I'm all up inside it
Cumin to the fullest and you feel when I pull it
?? that friction is stankin
But I don't go bareback, naked booty style
I'd rather live a long life, checkin major pile
Cause H-I-V don't give a fuck about me
and so, I don't give a fuck about a hoe
But what can I do? I'm addicted to the coochie
No matter what I say, I'ma still need a hoochie
Tell me get a nut, each and every time I get a little pushy
"Say what?" I gotta have mo' pussy
Chorus: {sung}
Just cause I didn't say, that I wanted to fuck (Well?)
Don't mean that I don't want to
Gimme some pussy!
I, need, a little mo' pussy
Just cause you didn't say, that you wanted to suck
Don't mean that you don't want to
Gimme that pussy!
I, need, a little mo' pussy
[DJ Quik]
Now if you got friends, they can come to
But if they ain't playin safe hoe you're through
Because my _Lifestyle_'s like a _Trojan_
I'm never DRY but I'm LUBRICATED, and the suckers hate it
Because they know, they don't stand a shot, at gettin that cot
They just don't know what makes you hot
See I learned way back, yo when I was young
you can get a girl sprung, if you lick the pearl tongue
And with that knowledge, I went to Bitch College
and got a P.H.D. for Pimpin' Hoes Daily
And when I fuck I cause much pain hoe
cause I bend this dick like a rainbow
Up and down, in and out
Flexin it, pokin it, strokin it, chokin
cause you're feelin it, and I'm killin it
And like I said before I make you hit the ceiling bitch
Because hoes like you, you only come a dime a dozen
I fucked you and tawdry cousin, now she wants some lovin
Oven hot pussy, yo she made me cum quick
Bouncin on my nuts like a pogo stick!
A tongue twista, she worked the shit like a lizard
I put her on her back, and I hit her in the liver
Stabbin it, pokin that kidney see
I can make it deep - when I'm fadin that pussy
Chorus: {sung}
Just cause I didn't say, that I wanted to fuck (Well?)
Don't mean that I don't want to
Gimme some pussy!
I, need, a little mo' pussy
Just cause you didn't say, that you wanted to suck
Don't mean that you don't want to
You stupid ass bitch!
Go take a douche, you smell like shit!
[DJ Quik]
One more time, for your mind and your behind
So take off your drawers, and prepare for the grind
I'm hornier than a motherfuckin horny-toad
So pull my dick, and put me in butt mode
Tonight I'm your robot, a supercharged hoe-bot
Fill me up with Hennesey and I won't stop
I'll be your confidant baby you can trust in me
to fuck you swell enough to make you mad at me
Cause I'm that nigga that'll fuck you til your hair fall out
And even if you wear a wig I'll still give
service with a smile, you need a tune-up
Quik'll leave you leakin, and smellin like tuna
On second thought, I don't really like that smell
cause yeast infections ruin my erections
I can take a hint hoe, you ain't gotta push me
I'm outta here - outta what? Out your pussy
Chorus: {sung}
Just cause I didn't say, that I wanted to fuck (Well?)
Don't mean that I don't want to
Gimme some pussy!
I, need, a little mo' pussy
Just cause you didn't say, that you wanted to suck
Don't mean that you don't want to
You stupid ass bitch!
Go take a douche, you smell like shit!
Just cause I didn't say, that I wanted to fuck (Well?)
Don't mean that I don't want to
Gimme that pussy!
I, need, a little mo' pussy
Just cause you didn't say, that you wanted to suck
Don't mean that you don't want to
You funky ass bitch!
Go take a douche, you smell like shit!
(DJ Quik Talking)
This is a song that I wanna dedicate to my true
You think that then my homie I will never turn my back on you-uuu
Mama say let lay you got the girl that she make me feel real irie
(Real Irie!)(That!)
So lemme sing it like this (Dont Do It!)
(DJ Quik)
I said me wan yes me wanna rip your girl
I do I said me really really wanna rip your girl
I do I said me wan yes me wanna rip your girl
I do I said me really really wanna rip your girl
(Ah what he say?!)
I said I like it..Ah when she wear mini-skirt
I said I like it..Ah when your girl like to flirt
I said I like it..Ah when she not wear your ring
I said I like it..Because ya cyaant do a ting
I said me wan yes me wanna rip your girl
I do I said me really really wanna rip your girl
I do I said me wan yes me wanna fuck your girl
I do I said me really really wanna fuck your girl
(Ah what he say?!)
Ah let me rip dis..a tha va-gina
Ah let me feel dis..a tha va-gina
Ah let me touch dis..a tha va-gina
Ah let me taste dis..you know its tha va-gina
Me Say
When your girl sit dere on her backside
She like to knock boots she just mek me wanna ride (AND!)
When your girl sit dere on her backside
She take it off di bra because dey much to much to hide (JUST!)
No fi dem a just for me
No fi dem a just for me
What a priv man a DJ Quik will be (Right!)
A said dat not a coward nah DJ Quik will be
Ah what me say?
I said me wan yes me wanna rip your girl
I do I said me really really wanna fuck your girl
I do I said me wan yes me wanna rip your girl
I do I said me really really wanna rip your girl
Ah what me say? (JUST!)
When your girl come and sit down next to me
Cant play it off my dick is hard as can be (AND!)
When your girl come and sit down next to me
Yer girl poon-ani looking sweet as can be
SAID I LIKE IT!..Ah when she wear mini-skirt
I said I like it..Ah when your girl like to flirt
I said I like it..Ah when she not wear your ring
I said I like it..Ah when ya cyaant do a ting
I said me wan yes me wanna rip your girl
I do I said me really really wanna fuck your girl
I do I said me wan yes I wanna fuck your girl
I do I said just let me let me let me rip your girl
Ah what me say? (JUST!)
Let me rip dis..a tha va-gina
Let me feel dis..a tha va-gina
Let me touch dis..a tha va-gina
Let me taste dis..a tha va-gina (AND!)
Me say Shaggy yes he wanna rip your girl (AND!)
Playa Hamm yes he wanna fuck your girl (AND!)
Me say K-K yes him wanna rip your girl (AND!)
Me say the D' yes him wanna fuck your girl (AND!)[echo]
The AFT yes him wanna fuck your girl (AND!)
The Hi-C yes he wanna fuck your girl (AND!)
The Eazy-E yes let him rip your girl (AND!)
The Twin Cavi yes let him rip your girl
We say...you buy the bud and me buy the drink
Let me work the pussy till the monkey is deep
You buy the bud and me buy the drink
Said lemme work your monkey till the poon-ani stink
I said me wan yes me wanna rip your girl
I do I said me really really wanna fuck your girl
I do I said me wan yes me wanna rip your girl
I do I said me really really wanna fuck your girl (HEY!)
SAID I LIKE IT!..Ah when she wear mini-skirt
I said I like it..Ah when your girl like to flirt
I said I like it..Ah when she not wear your ring
I said I like it..Ah when ya cyaant do a ting (JUST!)
Let me rip dis..a tha va-gina
Let me feel dis..a tha va-gina
Let me touch dis..a tha va-gina
Let me taste dis..You know its tha va-gina
I said me do me do me wanna rip your girl
I do I said me really really wanna fuck your girl
I do I said just let me let me let me fuck your girl
Featuring: Gift Reynolds
What I'm thinking on? Looking for the love of my life, look right, loose right
that's the love of my life,
Not looking for a ? trying to be my wife, say I'm looking for the cash, that's the love of my life
I'm looking for the love, the love of my life, look right, loose right
Not looking for a ? trying to be my wife, say I'm looking for a whip, that's the love of my life
Now with a driver I can drink like I'm off the box
Martini glass filling, that's not the top
Don't like the talk shop, I'd rather shop and talk
I treat the tags like I treat them gloves, couple more
A lot of players got the game distorted, if you have to act so much the cost you can't afford it
Playing it simple cut and dry, right to the chase
Cause sometimes you gotta put them nigger to the place
Everybody can't make it to the pros, some rise to the top, others down low
Some ride in the drops, others just drove, that's the way the wonder flows, if it ain't pros
Look at the brain on the man quickest the ...get the game from my mind to the pin through my hand
And to the streets from the speakers to the mike, that's why I'm so mature, you're listing
I'm kinda bottle up, right
I'm looking for the love of my life, look right, loose right
that's the love of my life,
Not looking for a ? trying to be my wife, say I'm looking for the cash, that's the love of my life
I'm looking for the love, the love of my life, look right, loose right
Not looking for a ? trying to be my wife, say I'm looking for a whip, that's the love of my life
Painted ? Porsche, Maserati copy painting, diamonds from Chris air, ?
Middle finger in the air for the disses, and Tiffany jewelry for the misses
Orange bottle champagne tilt green blue, clicko and ? we too
Turn the music so loud it bleed through, the bank account that's exactly what he do
He get hist style from the city ? the doorbell, he get the knocking on something
Whip out all these haters get the blocking on something
Take my girl home and get the locking on something or something
Yeah, that's my ghetto mentality, I made it reality and it made me a salary
So I know why just you haters mad at me
My life is a strategy, while your life is a tragedy, that's why I'm looking
Looking for the love of my life, little drank, little spank
that's the love of my life,
Not looking for a ? trying to be my wife, say I'm looking for the cash, that's the love of my life
I'm looking for the love, the love of my life, little drank, little spank
Not looking for a ? trying to be my wife, say I'm looking for a whip, that's the love of my life
I'm looking for the new love of my life, been ?skin or tan and with the insides
color of v sand, it's such a beautiful sight, just like ...the way she sits at the light
? I let her pass for the cars, camera shows, 50k watch so the ...go
jury go bananas so they go ? I'm making love to the money like a sex tape
I travel onward, on to the next state, ? but no wedding day
I'm so ? rich, I let her cash out and tear mores down
yeah, spas out and throw it in the bags and bring bags out
4 dollar whips, yeah smash out, newest space for my house got another house
I gotta make money
Looking for the love of my life, little drank, little spank
that's the love of my life,
Not looking for a ? trying to be my wife, say I'm looking for the cash, that's the love of my life
I'm looking for the love, the love of my life, little drank, little spank
Yeah
Now this is for the G's who know we needs that gangsta shit
It's like the P-Funk we funk so its gotsta hit
And when you fire up that hooter pass it to the young G
The nigga Mista Quik, that's me from the C-to-the-P-to-the-T
And when I'm givin it up for my hood you can't clown
Cause when we lettin off you gots to duck down
And then we're rollin back to the spot where they hang
(Westside fo'hundred street gang) so it's a street thang
Makin that grip and stackin the chips high
Ballin never fallin I gots to stay fly
Whether they smokin up them beadies or rollin the joints fat
I gotta kick it with my niggaz cause it's like that
And you need to know I ain't for none, because I'm dumpin
The hollow point rounds that got everybody humpin
But niggaz they keep on mouthin, kickin up the static
But keep on talkin shit *machine gun* and I'ma let you havit
Yeah yeah
Huh, I'ma let you havit
Yeah
Check this
Somebody told me that you dissed me (bitch) in your video
But I ain't trippin cause I'm knowin you ain't nothin but a silly hoe
And yeah I said your monkey ass name in my underground tape
But if you peeped game you woulda heard me say
("To the top of the tree, for C-M-W see")
We wasn't dissin lettin you know the other side was on a mission
Comin up with the Quik-ness, now you know who's dick this is
Down in the throats of the Compton's Most Bitches
So take this shit back to your set if you got one
And I'ma be puttin the double oh bugs in my shotgun
And if you come back fuckin around I'ma take your life
Why would you come back to a gunfight, with a fuckin knife?
So there it is MC Eiht, cause you're wack
And Mista Quik can beat the niggaz down with another sack
So keep on rollin in your Camry or your Rabbit but
if I catch you slippin in my hood, gotta let you havit
Ahh yeah
Gotta let you havit
[DJ Quik]
Ayo, Teddy I think that nigga AMG is scared of pussy, homie
[Teddy]
Yo, you must be bullshittin' right?
-Hell naw man, look, check this out. There was this fine ass bitch standin
out in front of my house the other day on his jock, and that nigga was
scared to come at her, man.
-Yo man, that don't even sound like AMG, man quit bullshittin.
-Man, that nigga be perpin' like he a pimp and shit, you know what I'm
sayin? But if she would've stepped to me, it would have been a little different.
-Man, how you figure it would've been different.
-Nigga would've came at real you know what I'm sayin?
-Naw man, only nigga that come real is me. But tell me (yeah right) how would you come?
-If the bitch would've stepped to me I would have came at her something like this...
[DJ Quik]
Yo, how would you like to spend sometime with DJ Quik, girl?
I know I'm better than good cus I rock your world
So come with me and you will see just what I'm all about
And I go straight to the moves so let me bust it out
I wanna grind and moan while I hold your hand
And girl we're both mature enough so we can dirty dance
Cus can't you see that I'm a player and I got to have it
Just like a rabbit, so c'mon baby let me grab it
I won't mislead you, just let me feed you
A nine-inch diggidy diggidy dickie all up in you
But you know-you know I do it right my name aint Sydnie
Get on your hands and knees and let me stab yo kidney
From the back
All over the intestinal track
Some call it ?butts'ha? but I call it the butt
And now you see that I'm a true, and girl you're so appealing
I wanna fuck you to the ceilin cus I got that feelin
Now that's how I come at her you know what I'm sayin?
[Teddy]
Man, I see you got a little mack daddy you know?
-A little mack? Nigga I got game, these bitches be on it
-Yo man, but you ain't prove nothin to me yet
-Yeah right, I'll prove it to you in the second verse though, now peep this
Love me... ahu ahu
Love me...
Love me... ahu ahu
Love me...
[DJ Quik]
Yo, I'm DJ Quik a player and a hustler too
So many girlies on my jock that I don't know what to do
I buy my jimmies by the cases and not by the packs
Because I knock so many boots I have to keep ‘em in stacks
Now the fellas they get jealous, the ladies they get hot
Because they now that I'm player givin you all that I got
And in the sheets I'm a super lover that's what I said
I maybe Quik on the tables but I'm forever in bed
Because I grind it, and get behind it
And when my tape stops I get up and rewind it
I like to fuck it, I never suck it
And if you're dumb I get you sprung just like a cluck
Bitch, hey, DJ Quik is in effect for the 9-0 season
Skeasin is the reason, cus I'm so damn pleasin
Quik is the name and if you think that I'm appealin
Then go for what you know, baby, because I got that feelin
[Teddy]
Yo man I see what your sayin man
-Oh yeah, pimpin's just that simple
-I know man, you should pump that nigga AMG
-I know man, that nigga need some courage you know what I'm sayin? Cus we
handle it, and we outta here
Love me... ah ahu
Love me...
Love me... ahu ahu
Love me...
Well, shit, check it out
I done found out that's there a fine line between brilliant (uh-huh)
and bein plum loco (oh fo' sho', hell yeah)
[DJ Quik]
Get back, get forward, get raised, get lowered
Do some extreme shit, keep from bein bored
Now it's double up, hoes come a nickel a dozen
They get hot and get fucked and don't remember from buzzin
That's why you don't see me, I ain't at the club
I'm chillin with my homies in the city of Hub
Because they needin more than that hoe (than that hoe) the big fat hoe
Tryin to get every ballin nigga in the saddle (yee-ha!)
Lap dance, fat chance, hot pants, you the man
Nowadays you can't tell, watch the crotch, it may swell
You needs a pap smear; you need to know
if you got an STD, some little critters in your trap dear
Get on, me and my homies is indivisible
And don't floss money, looks better when it's invisible (yes)
We get props from Wall Street to y'all street
If ya missed it, I stay consistant, we got heat
C-P-T style, O-G me style
The D-J, Q-U-I-K with no C style
In yo' town, don't trip nigga, it goes down
And when you see me in all blue, you gon' frown
But I'm bridgin the gap, I'm rigid with rap
Money or respect bitch, I'd rather have the digits than daps (tell 'em)
So give me the haps, do you want the meat or the scraps? (c'mon)
Put heat on my naps, and now my hair look sweet on my lap (always)
Cause it's the same thang tryin to kill the gang-bang
Set examples for the kids, on how to maintain
Never be a lame brain; y'all ain't gotta feel the same pain
that put a nigga like me on the mainframe
Bow down, back up nigga, I'm hot now
And don't try to resuscitate me, when I'm shot down
Just call my homie Theo on the radio
And let him know his little homie Quiksta had to go
Because "Gangsta, Gangsta," that's what they yellin
But niggaz do dirt, get caught, and start tellin (shut up!)
Talkin to you G's with no heart
We was throwin and runnin from bullets before gangsta rappin was an art
Nigga (nigga), so don't test ya bullet-proof vest (nah)
Cause real niggaz do real thangs up under stress
That's from the C-P-T, young G with heart, too
Oh we still party, but now it's part II
[Hook]
I don't wanna party wit you.. hell naw
Cause bitch you scary
You 20 years old, with 3 kids, 7 tattoos
You're bald, but your legs are hairy
I don't wanna party wit you.. hmm, hell naw
You need to put some lotion on
Cause your skin is peelin around
them bullet wounds on your back
You're fat, plus you're abortion-prone
[DJ Quik]
I'd rather be a young exec, than the puppet on the other end
Danglin by a noose on his neck
They can't handle me, cause I'm where the {scandal} be
An underground nigga on Arista, now there is the family
that I'ma roll wit, take control wit
Have a ball, break bread, and share the store wit
Even though I'm thirsty for money, in the worst way
I ain't go cry if I don't go platinum, on the first day
Watch me, get my hustle on with the friendly competition
Y'all got papers but I got the latest edition (extra extra)
A hundred-thousand dollars a truck, is what I crack
And if you ain't got that, keep wishin (we all about it)
And to you bitch-ass niggaz in the maze
Comin at a player with {homosexual} ways
Keep lickin on that other sound
And stay north of the 105 Hip Hop heads, cause this is underground
Yeah right by the water, can't do right by ya daughter (no)
But look at all the shit that I done bought her (hmm?)
See lyrics ain't nothin if the beat ain't crackin
And these beats smackin, that's why the G's keep stackin, nigga
[Hook]
(I don't wanna party wit you).. hell naw
Cause nigga youse a scuffla
Your braids is dingy, your clothes ain't got no creases
And your lips look like you sucked a muffler
(I don't wanna party wit you).. hell naw
Cause bitch you didn't know me when you was fine as wine and thick
Now you're sick from smokin that shit
You're broke and plus you're boney
[DJ Quik]
W-E-S-T, C-O-A-S-T
That's where the hydroponic with no seeds be
So don't trip when you see me on the TV, or my CD
And my eyes are really R-E-D
See the {industry} is freak (shh shh shh), pardon me for bein speaky
Snitchin on y'all that wanna jeek me
What makes you even try that way?
Yeah I might be fly, but I don't fly that way
Hmm, even on a gallon of Cisco I could never go disco
Dude I ain't from {'Frisco}
And to these bitches y'all trippin, we ain't layin wit y'all
Just because we say we wanna fuck we playin wit y'all
This is entertainment, we tryin to make us some change
We ain't impressed by what you got up under your Hanes
Bitch that's yo' trap, and that's yo' sap
Let me spit the cap while she sit in yo' lap homie
Don't you know me? Jealous-ass niggaz wanna flow me (why)
Just because yo' woman wanna blow me
On the strength I give that hoe a tittie-toy
Cause I'm the only ugly nigga gettin away with bein pretty boy
[Hook]
(I don't wanna party wit you).. hmm, hell naw
Now this is how the sporty bounce
We stay away from you broke-ass niggaz
always beggin and ain't got a dime on the 40 ounce
(I don't wanna party wit you).. hmm, hell naw
Cause hoe you to' back, with that ol' long ass roll
And ya stockin smellin like Avon and that horse want his 'fro back
(I don't wanna party wit you).. hmm, hell naw
And nigga I can't stand ya
And I ain't got nothin but some advice,
a map, a bar of soap, some water and a towel to hand ya
(I don't wanna party wit you).. hmm, hell naw
Now I'ma be real wit it
All my fuckin life I ain't never wanted fame
But since the shit done came I gotta deal wit it
(I don't wanna party wit you)
Ya know, but I'ma do it like my homie say
Check it, I don't give a fuck about fame (fa sho)
I'd rather deal with the money, y'all can have the name
I'm out
Hey, this song is dedicated for me and all my homeboys.
To the police, y'all gotta start us out.
Xzibit dun came im here and got a nigga high.
(Chorus)
now howcome y'all be messin with me
when you find out that I'm a star? (howcome?)
and just because I'm cool with y'all
don't mean you can search my car. (1x)
and if you don't wanna spend the day with me
it ain't always gotta end with sex (yeah)
she likes it that I'm always into finer things,
and I can donut in an NSX.
(Verse 1)
aight, now first of all fall in
cuz we gon talk about how we was ballin
before most of y'all niggas crawled in.
bitches callin
tryin to get the dick of the Quikster
cuz I was rich even before I could buy liquor.
now this is thicker.
although I came to the game with an explicit sticker
it be the little kids acknowledgin that I'm the nigga.
I'm sorta like a role model.
they love me
I ain't half-assed, pullin full throttle.
now pass the bottle
but hold up for me, pal
could you make it a corona with Limon Esalle?
and could you ??(send them in these on so we could show these down)??
so all my little hispanic homies could pound-pound.
this is underground-ground
the new WS sound
but I'm thinkin that y'all thinkin that we all just clown.
but we gon take the crown back.
cuz if the west be a movie, then this be the soundtrack, now
(Chorus)
now howcome y'all be messin with me
when you find out that I'm a star? (howcome)
and just because I'm cool with y'all
don't mean you can search my car (1x)
and if you don't wanna spend the day with me
it ain't always gotta end with sex (cuz I don't want it)
she likes it that I'm always into finer things
and I can donut in an NSX
(Verse 2)
Hey, now peep my family
left to right
we expedite
nice to you fuckers, then we next to fight.
we get down, and get out.
when you see them coming, cut the shit out.
cuz they gon put us on the bench
and make us sit out.
so put a hit out
on the authorities
cuz they thinkin we don't know they got a sorority.
fuck the who?
I ain't sayin hit like in death
I'm talkin hit records crackin
when you bust that left
outta Carson and Watts.
South Central LA, back to your spot
Compton niggas, we got the show shot
orgasmic beats that keep these hoes hot
put your lips on my glass, you're doin a whole lot
ball till you fall, nigga
99 bottles, I'm buyin the whole wall.
This is the role call, nigga
all us fly niggas gon ball
if you hatin, then we don't know y'all, nigga
(Chorus)
now howcome y'all be messin with me
when you find out that I'm a star? (howcome?)
and just because I'm cool with y'all
don't mean you can search my car (1x)
and if you don't wanna spend the day with me
it ain't always gotta end with sex (cuz I don't want it)
she likes it that I'm always into finer things
and I could donut in an NSX
(Verse 3)
uh, but it's a whole new lineup
Will and Skaboo
comin through with the brew
cuz KA drunk the wine up
five in the mornin
and the phone's still ringin
it's been a nine year party
ever since I started singin tonight
but it's a whole lot betta.
it ain't no jealousy, no snitches, or no feda'
I'm gittin drunk
I'm sayin fuck it with my friends
and I'm spoiled cuz my muthafuckin bucket is a Benz
and I'm lookin for my niggga X
with the hydroponic, bubonic, bionic
chase it with some gin 'n' tonic
now who got the balls enough to hit that bong
and straight pass out cuz the shit that strong?
but the 1's gotta leave us alone
cuz we aint' doin wrong
I'm the music
and Black Tone's the backbone
got your daughter back grown
ebony and ivory, baby
the little white girl
little black songs, get on
(Chorus)
now howcome y'all ne messin with me
when you find out that I'm a star? (howcome)
and just because I'm cool wth y'all
don't mean you can search my car (1x)
and if you don't wanna spend the day with me
it ain't always gotta end with sex
(we could ball till we fall that's all)
she likes it that I'm always into finer things
and I could donut in an NSX (I like it too)
now howcome y'all be messin with me
when you find out that I'm a star? (howcome?)
and just because I'm cool with y'all
don't mean you can search my car (I'm platinum)
and if you don't wanna spend the day with me
it ain't always gotta end with sex (1x)
she only likes me cuz I'm into finer things
[Man]
Tell me, what do you think of mista Quik?
[Woman]
What do you mean?
[M]-You know, would you like, think of someone you might wanna fuck?
[W]-Yes
[DJ Quik]
It's like ahhh, how you like me now?
Mista Quik up in yo ass like a dog of puppy chow
Cus I'm diggy-diggin the guts out
Then I'm takin my nuts out
Rinsin ‘em off then I'm moppin out
So you tend to think I'm 5'11 but I'm six feet tall
With enough dick to have you climbin up the wall
One nuts, two nuts, three un four
Then I wake up in the morning and I bust two more
Cus that's the freak in me, and yes I'm very doggy
Playin with your coochie till it's nice and soggy
Saddle up the horsy then I ride West to North, East and South
And then I put it in your mouth
And shoot a missile
Right up where you whistle
Kiss it, lick it
Hoochie mama you know where to stick it
Cus if I couldn't fuck you wouldn't be in bed
Bittin on my pillows and bumpin yo head
Because, I got the dick you want to know betta
I've got the nuts that swang togetha
So here's a promise from me to you, if you ever want to get the bone up
And do the grown up
Then we can handle this baby, just don't get loud
Cus I'ma cover up your mouth bitch, while I'm Diggin' U Out
Dig, diggie, dig, diggie, diggie, dig, dig, diggie, dig, dig, dig it out
*Fade that monkey till it's funky* (Yes!)
Dig, diggie, dig, diggie, diggie, dig, dig, diggie, dig, dig, dig it out
*Slangin this dick like dope *(While I'm Diggin' U Out)
Dig, diggie, dig, diggie, diggie, dig, dig, diggie, dig, dig, dig it out
*Fade that money till it's funky* (Yes!)
Dig, diggie, dig, diggie, diggie, dig, dig, diggie, dig, dig, dig it out
*Yo D, Hi-C all up in that shit*
[DJ Quik]
Now I'm wearin more caps that the fuckin Mad Hatter
Makin hoes know whether thin or fatter
And if you don't believe me then it really don't matter
Cus diggin it, pullin it, yankin it, bringin the damage to your blader
And I'm knowin, you knew they job was dangerous when you took it
You played your pussy like bait and let me hook it
So remove your dentures
And, by, plus it's not just a job it's adventure
Duke shoot brown or vanilla mellow yellow
Color don't matter cus I'm not a choosy fellow
As long as I got me a hat, girl
I can introduce my dog to your cat
Cus fuckin is the way of life, my favorite pass time
And I gets happy when I see a panty line
So if I slap that ass, baby doll don't trip
Just grab yourself a glass full of my dick and take a sip
Cus God don't make no junk
And he took his time when he shaped your trunk
Pussy made niggas like me, so baby doubt
Let me prove that I'm servin my purpose, Diggin' U Out
Dig, diggie, dig, diggie, diggie, dig, dig, diggie, dig, dig, dig it out
*Fade that monkey till it's funky* (Yes)
Dig, diggie, dig, diggie, diggie, dig, dig, diggie, dig, dig, dig it out
*Slangin this dick like dope* (While I'm Diggin' U Out)
Dig, diggie, dig, diggie, diggie, dig, dig, diggie, dig, dig, dig it out
*Fade that monkey till it's funky* (Yes)
Dig, diggie, dig, diggie, diggie, dig, dig, diggie, break, break, break it
*Break it down* (Break it down)
[DJ Quik]
Tell me, is this the dick that makes you scream in pain?
Is this the dick that makes you scream my name?
Is this the dick that you brag about?
Is this the dick you wanna carry in ya mouth?
Little mista Quiksta, baby don't knock it
I might be slim but I got a big cock
And if it's worth my while, to naked booty style
Then I'ma put on my uniform and give you service with a smile
Do it till ya satisfied
The freak is into me and if you quiet, then I know you wanna try it
So go on and unbutton blouse
Cus I gotta let you know that DJ Quik is in the muthafuckin house
Givin ya dick all day but you gotta understand
I can be your nigga but I'm not your man
As long as it's understood
I can keep the dick good
Without a doubt
While I'm Diggin' U Out
Dig, diggie, dig, diggie, diggie, dig, dig, diggie, dig, dig, dig it out
*Fade that monkey till it's funky* (Yes)
Dig, diggie, dig, diggie, diggie, dig, dig, diggie, dig, dig, dig it out
*Slangin this dick like dope* (While I'm Diggin' U Out)
Dig, diggie, dig, diggie, diggie, dig, dig, diggie, dig, dig, dig it out
*Fade that monkey till it's funky* (Yes)
Dig, diggie, dig, diggie, diggie, dig, dig, diggie, dig, dig, dig it out
Intro:
(voice-over)
Yeah motherfuckers
Right back on your ass
Right about now we about to let you know that
Compton's in the motherfucking house
I got my niggas Dre and ? in this motherfucker
And my road dog KK
We gonna put niggas to sleep in the
Four-hundred three
Check
Verse 1:
(DJ Quik)
Yeah motherfucker right back up on your ass
I hid in the bushes and I crept up through the grass
What you running for bitch? You fake Irish faggot
You got a big booty Everlast let me tag it
Cause you look like a Roman but you try to clown
I kicked you in your ass that's why you jump around
So don't try to fuck with a Compton nigga
And I'mma tell you who's Daddy fuck with a trigga
Now Daddy is the nigga getting head from your Mommy
Daddy is the nigga with the gun like a tommy
Daddy is the nigga that you wanna be like
And Daddy is the nigga with your shit on his nikes
So don't be scared just be prepared
For when you dis a nigga that you won't be spared
Little white boy how the fuck you figure
No you can't fuck with a nigga
Chorus 1:
(You can't fuck with a nigga)
(Thinking you wanna fade me)
(Mark Killer)
(Fool you crazy)
(Can't fuck with a nigga)
(Motherfuckers just like you)
(You'd better step before I beat you with a switch)
(You can't fuck with a nigga)
(Thinking you wanna fade me)
(Mark Killer)
(Fool you crazy)
(You can't fuck with a nigga)
(Motherfuckers just like you)
(You'd better step before I beat you with a switch)
Verse 2:
(Hi-C)
Now there's a certain type of nigga that can make you sick
Motherfucking booty and ain't saying shit
But you have to start to stepping you ain't got no style
Your white is showing like Belinda Carlyle
And the only way that you can be cool
Is if you jump your ass in the pool
Mr. Everlast went up to the Hill
To steal a style from the brother B-real
Then these no-talent fools out here getting breaks
Who the fuck better make these wack-ass tapes
The homie said squash it and just let it slide
But I gotta shoot ëem down in the middle of the ride
I heard your head was big but I can still crush it
Every check you lay you know we have to flush it
Fuck it pass me the brew and let me swig a
Uhh it's the funky white nigga
Chorus 2:
(No you can't fuck with a nigga)
(Thinking you wanna fade me)
(Mark Killer)
(Fool you crazy)
(Can't fuck with a nigga)
(Motherfuckers just like you)
(You'd better step before I beat you with a switch)
(You can't fuck with a nigga)
(Thinking you wanna fade me)
(Mark Killer)
(Fool you crazy)
(No you can't fuck with a nigga)
(Motherfuckers just like you)
(You're a punk motherfucker with a
punk mother fucking crew)
Verse 3:
(KK)
The black fool from the other side
Watch me when I who-ride
Creeping up on you from the blind side
Now here we go hoe yo niggas bring it on
Four dogs barking in a dawn
Hey watch em all catch all your homies when they fall
Nothing but bullet holes left in the wall
KA tripping never caught slipping
Throwing three fingers to the fools that's [censored]
Say nigga don't you know what's up?
Coming up on to get you fucked up
Knuckle or the belt-buckle which way you want it?
It really don't matter I'm a be all up on it
KK all the way from LA
Still the same nigga up to no good
I'm signing out D Quik and my nigga Hi-C
Yo you can't fuck with a G
Chorus 3:
(No you can't fuck with a nigga)
(Thinking you wanna fade me)
(Mark Killer)
(Fool you crazy)
(No you can't fuck with a nigga)
(Motherfuckers just like you)
(You'd better step before I beat you with a switch)
(You can't fuck with a nigga)
(Thinking you wanna fade me)
(Mark Killer)
(Fool you crazy)
(You can't fuck with a nigga)
(Motherfuckers just like you)
(You're a punk motherfucker with a
[DJ Quik] + (Voice Box)
A ha ha you don't understand me goddammit (I don't wanna eat it)
A ha ha ha nah baby I aint wit' it (don't wanna eat it)
I can't do nothing for you on that tip girl (I don't wanna eat it)
So you can keep that salmon sandwhich to yo' self (don't wanna eat it)
Well I kick it for my niggas...
Peep
[Verse 1]
Getting right back back to the nigga named Q
Telling my homies be careful o' the things that you do
Cuz I went out, assed out
I shoulda never tripped and put my lips in between hips
But I used to eat that thang that didn't sit on a plate
Didn't taste like stank I up and left about 8
But I had to build her make for the fact that I was young
I was showing to prove the hoochies I could work they pearl tounge
But then game got kilt
Cuz the girl kept pushin' my head all up under the quilt
And I was like damn, you must be sick
You mean you'd rather have a tongue
instead of a pair o' nuts and a stick (You goddamn right)
And every single night, I lick it till my tounge turn white
I thought I was a freak till I heard my homies brag
(Eating that coochie make you grow a mustache)Ya!
So I took that advice and right before I hit it
I took baby monkey lift it up and I bit it
Yeah homeboy I had the coochie in check
But then I got this real bad cramp in my neck
Now my back got so'
But this little ho kept a humping in my face like we was on the dance flo'
But thats what I get for having Susie Q for dinner
Got stuck in her creamy pink center
Help me
Chorus: (Voice Box)
(don't eat the coochie) You gotta hear me tho'
(don't....eat the coochie)
(don't....eat the coochie) A he he you think its a joke huh girl?
(don't....eat the coochie)
[Verse 2]
Well my nigga, you ought to save yo' self some grief
If it ain't worth havin' a little hair in ya' teeth (don't fuck with it!)
Ya cuz you'll come up sho't
With a full pair o' nuts and a lump in ya throat
Cuz even though shes screamin
She don't want ya semen
She just want a tooounge to keep her ass creamin'
But Im'a let her know baby doll I can't do it
Not in here and fuck cuz all coochie got a taste to it
See I don't know who been digging you out
And licking ya down
I aint the first girl so I can't clown
But instead Im'a tell you how its done
You gotta tell a ho 68 and I owe you 1
Cuz if you don't then she'll play you like a sucka
Have you lickin on a lollipop......{dumb motherf.....}Ya
But it aint no trippin on mine {Why is that?}
Cuz tounge condoms are hard to find {Yeeeah}
And even if ya dicks protected
You can still catch the high by doing a nose dive
So be cautious and don't be anxious
Even though you never could now you wanna catch ST-Statures
(Now you wanna catch ST-Statures)
But niggas still put they nuts in a frier
Then they get burnt and they wanna fight fire with fire
And then a bitch back
But the song that don't bare back
And please don't eat the coochie
Chorus: (Voice Box)
(don't....eat the coochie) Yeah.
(don't....eat the coochie) You better hear me baby.
(don't....eat the coochie) I can't do it girl
(don't....eat the coochie)
[Verse 3]
So now ya know
Aint nothin' fly bout' the pearl tounge lickin'
And be real safe with the girls your stickin'
Cuz if ya' bare back way back in the day
Then you could be on your wayyyy out! (On your wayyy out!)
And it don't get no brighter
When youre walking round with a tounge like a lighter
Bic (Bic) flick sparkin' often
Sittin in the middle o' the clinic coughin'
Hurt by the die hard bare back feelin'
They got shook like kids from a sinnin'
Dwellin' all in your system
Killin' ya slooow
A real jacked up way to go
So next time you get a fi-fi in ya bed
Make sure you gots you a helmet for the head
Have her wash up if the ho is a hoochie
And keep your mouth away from that coochie
Chorus: (Voice Box)
(don't....eat the coochie) Repeat 7X
You gotta hear me baby
I'm tellin' you
Do you feel me?
You gotta hear me girl
Nah I can't do it
I can come close though
I might lick ya bellybutton and shit
And we up outta here
(Oh Yeah....Oh Yeah....Oh Yeah....Oh Yeah) - Repeat 4X
(I don't want..I don't want to eat it) - Repeat 2X
(I-I-I-I-I don't wanna eat it) - Repeat 4X
[ VERSE 1 ]
Now everybody wants to know the truth about a brother named Quik
I come from the school of the sly, wicked and the slick
A lotta people already know excatly where it's at
Cause it's the home of the jackers and the crack
(Compton) Yeah, that's the name of the hometown
I'm goin down in the town where my name is all around
The suckers just be havin a fit, and that's a pity
But I ain't doin nothin but (claimin my city)
See, my lyrics I'm doublin up and provin to suckers that I can throw
I'm passin a natural ten or four or six or eight before I go
Yes, I'm definitely freestylin, all the while still profilin
Never a trickster, DJ Quikster steals the show
So now that's how I'm livin
I do as I please, you see
A younger brother that's up on reality
Cause everybody knows you have to be stompin
If you're born and raised in Compton
(Born and raised)
(Born and raised)
(Born and raised in Compton)
(Where you from, fool?)
(Compton)
[ VERSE 2 ]
Now Compton is the place where the homeboys chill, you see
But then I found that it wasn't no place for me
Cause way back in the day somebody musta wanted me to quit
Because they broke in my house and cold stole my shit
They musta thought that I was gonna play the punk role
Just because my equipment got stole
But I ain't goin out like no sucker-ass clown
They found they couldn't keep a dope nigga down
So here's some bass in your face, muthafucka silly sucker-
Ass clocker, now you're duckin, cause you can't stop a brother
Like the Quiksta, because I'm true to the game
You're lame, and things ain't gonn' never be the same
Cause a nigga like the Quik is takin over
I really don't think I should have to explain
It, oh yeah, I'm a dog, but my name ain't Rover
And I'm the kinda nigga that's feelin no pain
Sometimes I have to wear a bullet-proof vest
Because I got the 'Cpt' sign written across my chest
A funky dope brother never ceases to impress
My name is DJ Quik, so you can fuck the rest
I'm comin like this, and I'm comin directly
Cause suckers get dain-bramaged if I'm doin damage quite effectively
Rhymin is a battlezone, and suckers have no win
Cause I'm a veteran from the C-o-m-p-t-o-n
Kick it
(Born and raised)
Hell muthafuckin yeah
Funky dope for the nine-ace
DJ Quik is in the muthafuckin house
Yeah
(Born and raised in Compton)
Yo, check this shit out
Right about now
I'd like to send a shout out to my buddy Teddy Bear
What's up nigga?
What's up KK?
My buddy D
We got AMG most definitely in the house
What's up Pretty Greg and Big Baby Brian cold chillin
Talkin about the Armstrong Pack
Straight got my muthafuckin back
To my buddy No Way what's up, fool
Roche is in the house
My buddy Donzelli
You know what's happenin, fool
What's up Itch
And Tony Lang is chillin
To my nigga Gangsta Wayne
And my engineer Joe gettin busy on the flo'
And last but not least I'd like to thank Shabby Blue
And we out
[ VERSE 1 ]
Pass me the... (8 Ball) so I can get fucked up
My name is DJ Quik, so yo, what's up?
Cause I'm the baddest, I feel, gettin ill for real
With a Forty of O.E., yo, you know the deal
I'm just chillin with a Forty in hand
I'm so damn bent, that I can hardly stand
The bottle's in my face, and my lips are all around it
So stand to the side and watch me (down it)
Take it to the head without feeling no guilt
If I was you, I wouldn't fuck with me when I'm on tilt
Cause I'm a funky dope brother who just won't stop
And I like to drink the 8, cause it's good till the last drop
If I can't get it, then I get the discouraged
I gotta get a bottle of that liquid courage
I take a big gulp, and my head starts zoomin
But I'm feeling good as hell, so let the bass keep boomin
I'm DJ Quik, and the shots I'm callin
But the posse don't mind, cause we all 8-Ballin
(8 Ball)
(Here we go)
(Ah yeah)
(Take it in a bottle, 40 quart or can)
Gimme the
(8 Ball)
(Here we go)
(Ah yeah)
(Drink it like a madman, yes I do)
Pass me the
(8 Ball)
(Here we go)
(Ah yeah)
(40 ounce in my lap, and it's freezin my balls)
(8 Ball)
(Here we go)
(That vodka I was drinkin said, "Dude, go 'head")
[ VERSE 2 ]
Now a Forty only cost about $1.95
So we finna mob 17 to the liquor store
And get a case, fuck a six-pack, what's that?
I don't drink no St. Ides, so forget that
Now one nigga said that Bull got pull
Just drink a quart of O.E. and your ass'll be full
And if you don't think O.E. be workin
Then fuck it, bust the irkin and jerkin
Cause I'm a muthafucka that think when I wanna drink
And how can I tell that you're drunk? Cause your breath stink
I know you know you need some double-mint
And you can't mack to a bitch when you're too bent
So take it from me, the homie DJ Quik
You better rush your cooler, cause you might be sick
Cause the 8 is for the true niggas, and the grown-ups
But that don't matter, cause Quik got it sowed up
And punk muthafuckas wanna squab and all that
But we can get em up as soon as you pass the...
(8 Ball)
(8 Ball)
(Here we go)
(Ah yeah)
(Take it in a bottle, 40 quart or can)
Gimme the
(8 Ball)
(Here we go)
(Ah yeah)
(Bottle was empty, so we went to the store)
Pass me the
(8 Ball)
(Here we go)
(Ah yeah)
(40 ounce in my lap, and it's freezin my balls)
(8 Ball)
(Here we go)
(That vodka I was drinkin said, "Dude, go 'head")
(Here's a little somethin bout a nigga like me)
(Fuck it up, y'all)
(And here comes the...)
(8 Ball rollin)
(It'll have you trippin)
(Party)
(Cause I was drunk)
(Ah yeah)
Right about now I'm wonderin who else gone off that 8 Ball besides myself
You know all the homies goin off of it
And I know
The L.A. Posse's goin off of that (8 Ball)
And G Wayne goin off of that (8 Ball)
And Donzelli goin off of that (8 Ball)
My homie Shot is goin off of that (8 Ball)
And Playa Hamm goin off of that (8 Ball)
And Shabby Blue goin off of that (8 Ball)
And Mike P goin off of that (8 Ball)
And N.O.E. is goin off of that (8 Ball)
And Little Shawn goin off of that (8 Ball)
And Big Duck goin off of that (8 Ball)
My nigga Stinkin off of that (8 Ball)
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