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[ VERSE 1 ]
Now everybody wants to know the truth about a brother named Quik I come from the school of the sly, wicked and the slick A lotta people already know excatly where it's at Cause it's the home of the jackers and the crack (Compton) Yeah, that's the name of the hometown I'm goin down in the town where my name is all around The suckers just be havin a fit, and that's a pity But I ain't doin nothin but (claimin my city) See, my lyrics I'm doublin up and provin to suckers that I can throw I'm passin a natural ten or four or six or eight before I go Yes, I'm definitely freestylin, all the while still profilin Never a trickster, DJ Quikster steals the show So now that's how I'm livin I do as I please, you see A younger brother that's up on reality Cause everybody knows you have to be stompin If you're born and raised in Compton (Born and raised) (Born and raised) (Born and raised in Compton) (Where you from, fool?) (Compton) [ VERSE 2 ] Now Compton is the place where the homeboys chill, you see But then I found that it wasn't no place for me Cause way back in the day somebody musta wanted me to quit Because they broke in my house and cold stole my shit They musta thought that I was gonna play the punk role Just because my equipment got stole But I ain't goin out like no sucker-ass clown They found they couldn't keep a dope nigga down So here's some bass in your face, muthafucka silly sucker- Ass clocker, now you're duckin, cause you can't stop a brother Like the Quiksta, because I'm true to the game You're lame, and things ain't gonn' never be the same Cause a nigga like the Quik is takin over I really don't think I should have to explain It, oh yeah, I'm a dog, but my name ain't Rover And I'm the kinda nigga that's feelin no pain Sometimes I have to wear a bullet-proof vest Because I got the 'Cpt' sign written across my chest A funky dope brother never ceases to impress My name is DJ Quik, so you can fuck the rest I'm comin like this, and I'm comin directly Cause suckers get dain-bramaged if I'm doin damage quite effectively Rhymin is a battlezone, and suckers have no win Cause I'm a veteran from the C-o-m-p-t-o-n Kick it (Born and raised) Hell muthafuckin yeah Funky dope for the nine-ace DJ Quik is in the muthafuckin house Yeah (Born and raised in Compton) Yo, check this shit out Right about now I'd like to send a shout out to my buddy Teddy Bear What's up nigga? What's up KK? My buddy D We got AMG most definitely in the house What's up Pretty Greg and Big Baby Brian cold chillin Talkin about the Armstrong Pack Straight got my muthafuckin back To my buddy No Way what's up, fool Roche is in the house My buddy Donzelli You know what's happenin, fool What's up Itch And Tony Lang is chillin To my nigga Gangsta Wayne And my engineer Joe gettin busy on the flo' And last but not least I'd like to thank Shabby Blue And we out Peace |
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[DJ Quik]
You wanna see a young brother from the Compton tip check a grip well keep lookin, because the C-A-M-E-O track is cookin like a big ol pot of neckbones, we'll tend to fire up because a young brother like the Quik is gettin wired up You know my offbeat style is flowin all the while I'm showin suckers, they can't get none of this let alone some of this, I'm a musical genius And if you fuck with my roll {"Face, down, HUT HUT HUT HUT!"} I beat yo' ass as if uh we was playin Tecmo Bowl I'm a producer if a rhythm is dope I choose it and I hope you know I'd rather +BE+ dope than use it I was a Player in the Penthouse and now I'm uprooted A young scallion in them khaki suits and booted With a 40 in hand I'ma take a stand I'm lettin em know they can't fuck with the one man band And if a soft sucker wanna know who's to blame I let 'em know - Quik is the Name {*scratching and samples*} [DJ Quik] Now can we get back on the tip of the real unadulterated funk This beat is gettin funky just like a skunk And the funk is that I step with the style I show Let's blow these motherfuckin nimrods doin low What makes you think that you can even try to step to me? I hold the dice without six on the tea leaf I know you wanna win some go on and try your luck Punk, put your money on the floor and get bucked by a pro-fession-al, rhyme hoodlum Hoochies all over my tip because I screwed 'em One-time can't lock me up, cause I elude 'em And bubblegum rappers can't fade me cause I chewed 'em So suckers get at me I'm the "Q" in quotations and the C-P-T is the location I won't talk in riddles cause you don't need the strain on your brain To make it simple - Quik is the Name {*scratching and samples*} [DJ Quik] Yeah, I don't compare my rhyme styles to no gat cause to me that bullshit is SUPER wack I just remain plain and kick the facts bout how a nigga can't keep from gettin jacked You gotta hold your own at any cost cause if you don't boy you might get bossed and tossed by a sucker who claims he got more game than you Bein true is what you oughta do or you just might find some chrome pointed at your dome Think fast or you might not make it home See a nigga like myself ain't goin out like that because I found that it pays to pack a gat in the city where surival is a full-time job black and it ain't givin nuttin back The fo'-fo'll keep a motherfucker tame Behind the trigger yo, Quik is the Name {*scratching and samples*} |
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Here we go
Yo, a day in the life of a player named quik I'm just a stubborn kind of fellow with a head like a brick And just because I drink the 8, they say that I'm hopeless But I don't give a fuck, so blame it on the loc-est Now this is how we do it when we checkin a grip Teddy bear's in the house, so don't even trip We're bustin funky compositions as smooth as a prism So check it while I kick it to this funky ass rhythm It's friday morning, the phone is ringin off the hook *brrrrrring* And amg is puttin down girl rhymes in his notebook Or should I say dope sack, because we don't bust wack *brrrrrring* I pick up the phone and it's the d (whassup nigga? ) He said he's comin down at about two on the dot So I'm about to rush the tub while my water's still hot And now I'm soakin, a brother like the devestatin dj quik ain't jokin Fuck with me on dsp and you'll get broken My name is quik, but you can call me daddy Yo open up the door, they think I'm freak man in a caddy Now freaky's in an el doggin shabbies in at alco And everybody's sippin on a quart (here we go) D just came with a forty and a quart In addition to the three that greedy just brought But I don't wanna start early, so I just might Put my forty in the freezer cause I wanna get bent *tonite* Tonight's the nite (yeah) *tonite* Tonight is the nite *tonite* Tonight's the nite (yo when we gon get bent) *tonite* Tonight is the nite (aww yeah) And now I'm out of the tub up in a fancy freak Spray on some serious and put on my girbaud jeans Sweatsuit, the gray one with the burgundy trim And it's a medium, fit me proper cause I'm nice and slim Five thirty on the clock and the sun is steadily sinkin And I am steadily thinkin about the 8 that I'll be drinkin You know I ain't ashamed and you know I ain't bashful So go on and pop the forty so I can pour me a glassful Ham is in the bedroom rollin up a stencil Fatter than a pinky and the length of a pencil Freakie lit it up and hit it one two three Shabby took a hit and then they pass it to me It's the bomb!!! Yo I can feel my senses get numb!!! Yo fuck the forty ounce I need some rum!!! I'm chillin like a villain here I come!!! And that's how I'm livin Tonight is the nite and I'm lookin real sporty Proper friday evening and I'm ready to party Crusher came in with a handful of snaps Fuck it, let's shoot some craps (yo what they in fo') a fin or a half (yo shoot that ten nigga) don't make me laugh Hi-c want a dove and he think that shit is funny But I'm seven and eleven and I'm takin niggaz money *tonite* Tonight's the nite (yeah watch me fuck the hoe) *tonite* Tonight is the nite (passin naturals on motherfuckers) *tonite* Tonight's the nite (yo, I'm unfadable) *tonite* Tonight is the nite (ahh let's break it down, so I can get funky) *tonite* Ahh yeah Givin em somethin they can roll on, hold on Wake up saturday morning and I got a headache I can't believe that I'm sick from all the shit that I drank *last nite* soon as I felt it comin on I should quit, it's true that a drunk ain't shit To the man up above, the whole thanks I give I'll never drink again if you just let me live Mike p spoke to me and I said I couldn't call it Call it earl like a mother while I'm grippin the toilet I need a 7-up, because my head is spinnin Round and round I think I better sit down My homey shot is alright, but I'm feeling faint I guess he's used to it, but a nigga like quik ain't K is on the phone, and teddy's at the door Some fine ass bitches comin over at four (I thought you ain't drinkin no more) yeah right Because as soon as they come, we doin the same ol shit *tonite* Tonight's the nite (yeah) *tonite* Tonight is the nite (straight gettin fucked up, heyyy) *tonite* Tonight's the nite (fuck that pass me that pina colada) *tonite* (man I don't wanna fade that 8 ball no mo) Tonight is the nite (that shit be fuckin a nigga up) *tonite* Tonight's the nite (ahh yeah nothin but a party and I'm kickin it) (what's up pete and greg) *tonite* Tonight is the nite (how you livin? ) *tonite* Tonight's the nite (hey somebody get that nigga a genuine draft) (yeah) *tonite* Tonight is the nite (and on that motherfuckin note, I'm outta here) (see-ya) *tonite* *tonite* *tonite* *tonite**tonite* *tonite* *tonite* *tonite* *tonite* *tonite* *tonite* We out (what about peace? ) fuck peace nigga, give me another brew |
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[DJ Quik]
One day I was chillin on (Arabie?) and spruce Forty in my hand and it's time to get loose Got my Nikes, Fila t-shirt, and black khakis I heard a horn blowin' and I jumped in my jacket (John?) was chillin' in the passenger seat Stepped up out the car and started dancing in the street Now (John?) was lookin' fresh and it wasn't no joke He had on some fresh khakis and was sportin' some locs Some gangstas poppin' wheelies came up from behind He got off throwin' up his favorite gang sign Here come Little Snub, from the Maple block Groovin' on the handlebars, ready to rock And now my posse's gettin' bigger, 'cuz of all these niggas I got the .38 and I'm about to pull the trigger Looked up at the corner and who did I see? Wayne and his little man Pop and Nookie Now Sha came rollin' up on a little scooter Lookin' for a match so he could light the Thai huddha I told him I didn't have it, but yet I went to grab it I lit it up and hit it up, and now I'm draggin' it Wayne took a hit, Pop took a puff Nookie started chokin' and now he's fucked up The forty-ounce is hittin', so I busted into school I'm never gettin' sweated 'cuz I'm just too cool fool Sun's goin' down and now it's night My posse's cold chillin' and we're feelin' alright We heard a lot of noise and it sounded like a rally Boomin' ass sounds comin' out of Sherm Alley We all jumped up and we started to stroll A young nigga like the Quiksta was takin' control The D.E.A. posse so deep we walked three 2's Now if you wanna join -- then you gotta pay ya dues We got up to the alley and everything was chill They was just makin' that dollar dollar bill Reesa came down and she sat on the stairs I stood up 'cuz I didn't have a chair Now Pop said, "Yo! Let's get some cuts. Get that Old 8 so we can get fucked up." Now I'll put a twenty H put a 10 and said, "Fuck it! Super soca and gin!" Now everybody's gettin' in the twilight zone Head up stairs and they're gettin' weirdo Gangsta's on the steps and he's tryin' to bang No belt in his khakis so his Lee's could sag Here comes Stick with a 20 dollar bag But he can't roll a joint cuz he ain't got no zigzags I looked up at my watch, it said 10:28 "You better run up to the liquor store before it's too late." He went to the store and he got the zags He came back walkin' with my homeboy Cash Sucka came over; he was lookin for a ride Runnin' from the police, he ain't have no place to hide A smile came on my face when I swallowed my beer I'm chillin' like a villian and I got no fear Now Tony Lane came; he said he was bored Eatin' on some chips that he got from the store I said I'm bored too, so what's up with that? Wayne said, "is anyone down to jack? Now I can get the AK and you can get the pump, But I don't want no deuce-deuce, cuz I ain't no chump" Now Mike said, "Dane which one do you choose?" "I could take the .38 and you can have the Uze." But before we can jet and be on our way Some niggas rolled up and they was ready to spray Rollin' real slow, they turned off the lights Waitin' -- until the time was right A fool jumped out all dressed in Guess? *gunshot* (Yeah) shot him in the chest The niggas tried to jet, but the couldn't get far Cuz Mike had the uzi and he aimed it for the car *gunshots* Ha Ha Now that's how it's done and we do it good Just another day in my loked out hood Now all y'all remember that we can't be stopped What's the name of my hood? *gunshots* (Ha ha haha) (Figure that shit out you fools) |
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[dj quik]
Oh yes I'm new and improved, and to a funky-ass groove My name is quik and I'm smooth, and I'm makin yo' ugly bitch move With the streets you can't lose, but if you still wanna choose To be a sucka, I got a 380 punk, so duck her And to you motherfuckers thinkin you wanna fade me? I'm runnin the underground, so fool, you're crazy And you better step, 'fore I beat you with a switch And tie you up, and make you watch, while I'm fuckin yo' bitch Cause I'm a low-pro nigga that you should not fol-low Puttin suckaz in the wind cause my voice is hol-low Put the pistol to your grill and your punk ass rolls You grab my shit and I pull the trigger now you're missin a nose And umm, I don't fear your crew because my back is got Chasin nothin but the suckaz when we hit yo' spot Yeahhhhh, straight bronx killa, mark ass niggaz can't check me But gotta respect me, cause I'm way 2 fonky Fonky - yeah, fonky.. you know I can't stop Fonky - yeah, fonky.. you know I can't stop Fonky - yeah, fonky.. you know I can't stop Fonky - yeah, fonky.. yeah [dj quik] Now no sooner than I hit the fuckin streets People be approachin me, all throughout the swap meets Askin me shit like, when your new album comin out? Is it different? is it dope? where yo' perm? What you talkin bout? I know you don't expect that a nigga gon' quit Bein nothin less than funky and bangin out the dope-ass hits Cause dj quik is a name that I take much much pride in No egoes to hide in and no limos to ride in Maybe a cutlass or two, but still the same ol' shit And me unclever? no never, I'll have this talent forever The producer get funky down to the last ounce And I'm creative too - so I don't need mo' bounce But to you suckaz in my city claimin I got a def wish You should try again fool, you ain't hittin near this Them wack ass tracks, make you sound like a monkey Just a shot in the dark, from a punk-ass mark who ain't fonky Fonky - yeah, fonky.. you know I can't stop Fonky - yeah, fonky.. you know I can't stop Fonky - yeah, fonky.. you know I can't stop Fonky - yeah, fonky.. yeah [dj quik] Now when you records ain't that funky then it's easy to disrespect this Cause you know that when I hit I didn't miss Just like that I'm born and raised, you wish you could fade And when you picked up that album cover you knew I was paid, tim Cause we ain't goin out and we ain't stuck in that old school shit That boring flavor that just don't hit Cause this is ninety-two, and yes yo' style is through And if your record ain't sellin well fool I thought you knew That this is straight bronx killa, straight bronx murda Yeah yo' city's a dump, and fool yo' shit don't bump And 'member the jack the rapper? yeah, your punk ass sat That's when my homeboy d, was bout to flatten yo' cap And you apologized to him, started kissin his ass Sayin you only dissed compton for the money, so he gave you a pass But you ain't movin shit on the streets Get off the nuts of my city with them wack ass beats that ain't fonky Fonky - yeah, fonky.. you know I can't stop Fonky - yeah, fonky.. you know I can't stop Fonky - yeah, fonky.. you know I can't stop Fonky - yeah, fonky.. yeah |
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Finally got a chance to leave the c-p-t
Off to other cities to trip No longer just an underground hit Movin thangs... a local brother made good I made a name off of making tapes for homies in the hood And now, let me tell a little story About the places that I been to and the shit that I been through Like fightin and shootouts and bangin and trip All because I came out with a hit, check it Nineteen-ninety-one, while everybody else is smokin the splits I was thinkin of the fonky hits About hoochies and playaz and gettin drunk and off that bud I was doing the things they hadn't heard of But foolish was I to think that it wasn't no other cities like this And that they didn't like this That compton was the home of the gangster class Where you got blast and knowledge, that's a thing of the past Let me tell ya why firsthand, we did a show up in oak-land And brothers was kickin up sand, to them bangin ain't nothin new And slangin ain't nothin new And for every sucker we done shot They done shot two Straight doin dope since the sixties, before I was born Families of hardheads mourn So I'm just letting you know That if ya plan to take a trip to the bay Keep your hand on the clip Becaue oakland... <is jus lyke compton> Yeah, I'm telling y'all oakland... <is jus lyke compton fool> Moving on to st. louis, where they thinki they be buffin With gold teeth in they mouth but they still know whassup And the summer is kinda hot Hot enough to make ya cuss And that's why I stayed on the bus But later on when it cooled off we came down and made a couple of friends Who put us up on the st. louis cap The smith center, with big bob, little steve, tojo, biss and rich And a couple of hoochies Then they took us to a man named gus in a store He put us down with a herringbone and shoes galore That's when I started thinking that this wasn't like home But then they had to prove me wrong Cuz later that night after we did the show We went back to the afterset, and wouldn't ya know Yeah, bloods and crips start scrappin and shootin -- in missouri? Damn, how could this happen? Now st. louis... <is jus lyke compton> Yeah y'all, st. louis... <we made it jus lyke compton fool> I don't think they know, they too crazy for their own good They need to stop watchin that colors and boyz in the hood Too busy claimin sixties, tryin to be raw And never ever seen the shaw But now, back to the story that I'm tellin We packed up the tour bus one more time and started bailin When we arrived I saw red and blue sweatsuits When I'm thinkin bout hors d'ouvers, and cowboy boots I guess texas ain't no different from the rest And san antonio, was just waitin to put us to the test And before it was over the show got deep A fool got shot in the face, and was dead in the street Then they came in the club thinkin of scrappin Little did they know that we was packin Yeah, we was puttin em down and scaring the rest, yo I even had to wear the bulletproof vest Now san antonio... <is jus lyke compton> Yeah, san antonio... <is jus lyke compton punks> After a month on the road We came home and I can safely say That l.a. is a much better place to stay How could a bunch of suckers in a town like this Have such a big influence on brothers so far away? But still my story ain't over cuz I got one more to tell And the people of colorado, they know it well It was all in the news and if you don't remember I had this show I did in denver With a first time promoter, it was done in a skatin rink Hoochies was lovin us, but suckers was ready to bust To the front of the stage to throw their gang signs But I'm getting paid so I didn't pay it no mind Then I poured out my brew onto their face and chest Then they start throwin soda, and fuckin up my guests When it was over two niggaz needed stitches Got cracked in they jaw for being nothin but snitches Now denver... <is jus lyke compton> Yeah, and denver... <they wanna be lyke compton, fools!> ... I thought ya knew... |
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Now even though I was only a young buck, I was still trying to kick it
Having a gang of fun and much too young to be wicked Cause when I was thirteen you know we didn't have cars It was either double ride the peg nuts or hop on the handle bars And then we went and bought a gang of balloons and had A water balloon fight that lasted until the night Then after that we played some "hide and go get it" With the neighborhood homegirls dumb enough to be with it All in fun and games and keeping it cool But my my, when you're kicking it, time flys by Cause every hour's a minute, and every minute's a sec And if I'd came home late, my moms would ring my neck, yeah But I regret not the whoopings I got Cause to be able to play the next day was okay On a mission, to hit up the neighbor's fruit trees Just a bunch of kids chillin', enjoying the Summer Breeze Summer breeze, flowing like the wind Boy you need to know that you got a friend It'll always be me (I'll always be here) (Repeat 2x) Now I'm growing some fuzz, getting older like 17, 18 And the only thing I know is to stay clean T-shirt, short pants, Nikes on spotless I was even old enough to buy me a Cutlass A little vehicle to ride around town, play with the hoes and Roll down the window and mack to the one who's chosen Yo, them biker pants is looking kinda right on you My name is DJ Quik and my homies is having a barbeque Before I finish my whole sentence complete She was off the bus stop and in my passenger seat And we was sliding to the Westside, stopped at the store To get some ??? farm, cause that make 'em kick it a little more And at the spot, you know that chicken was kicking The pig on the grill, and so the day was chill But that night my girl was tipsy and ready to skeeze But I didn't even trip, too busy jocking the Summer Breeze Summer breeze, flowing like the wind Boy you need to know that you got a friend It'll always be me (I'll always be here) (Repeat 2x) Now I'm 23 and I remember the times when We was chillin' like villians and didn't have no nines Like when we used to mob to beaches to kick it and swim Now I hang around and watch the tides come in And I'm thinking how many funerals I've been to Watching all my homies get buried in them boxes they put 'em into And then I read a letter from upstate, from my homie G-Wayne Who's been locked up since '87, '88 And it really ain't nothing fly about it So he go "I'm a stay strong or I'm a break down and simply cry about it" And when it seem like things just ain't gon be right I gotta thank my creator for letting me sleep last night And wake me up in the morn cause I shutter to think That could be me dead or locked away in the clink So I'm lifting my homie's spirits as tall as the trees And I can even hear him calling me, in the Summer Breeze Summer breeze, flowing like the wind Boy you need to know that you got a friend It'll always be me (I'll always be here) (Repeat til fade) |
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Quik:
Ha ha yeah check it out money & pussy make the world go 'round (that's right) that's how it's been since the beginning of time. Now who says we can't be fly? Who say compton niggas can't get they scrilla At the same time get some thigh Well uh that's the subject of my conversation Cause ain't nothin' like gettin' a dollar & some penetration Now that's a whole lot easier to understand now a days But uh some of you playas still be going out sideways So umm just take this game with a tic tac Cause if you was on skid row you can get Pussy faster than a big mac I owe it to myself to be fly that's what top dog taught a boy Cause instead of mounds these bitches always want almond joy Because uhh sometimes they feel like a nut But they rather have it more often than they don't So I won't go flippin' & makin' it topsy turvy Now keep my hundred dollar bills crisp & that ass curvy Cause ain't nuthin' on my mind but to be fly through time Havin' a nest egg bird behind an estate that's mine Watchin' jordan go for forty in a sucker tub Eatin' cheetos drinkin' mo' & getting a back scrub Because first you get the power then you get the money Then you get the pussy dude don't be no dummy uhh Chorus el debarge: Playas get they paper when they game is tight And if you want some nana that's for you to decide But as long as you ain't simpin' then ya doin' it right 'cause together they go hand in hand oh yeah (repeat) D: She wanna make me break code but I can't I wanna fire it up & hit it pass it like dank Baby all in my square big buddha long hair Fly chinese & black for a mack plus player D baby i'ma get ya hot wanna get ya full blown So we all can hit the spot (now you gotta shake the spot) Got game by the tons lookin' for some 2nd ii none Kinda fun but these hookers on the run for cover They lookin' for lovers ain't no trickin' young d 'cause I'm unlike the others not a buster I'm on the mission for figures time up for you diggers (now who got the henn'? ) pass the liquor Hoes hear the name it get's 'em hotter Spin a scraggler on a wheel now they call me d the potter Lotta hatin' going on but I ain't with it I'ma mash on that drama everytime that I feel it 'cause I'd rather have a major end than have sex And when I have a million to splurge you know what's next But first you get the power then you get the money Then you get the pussy fool don't be no dummy Chorus Bridge El debarge talking: Yeah first comes the power then the money heh And if you really just want it the Na na na na la di da na na na la di da Kk: I understand that you think you grown Independant on ya own with ya jazzy ways My intent is ya lay but first I'm out to get paid not played Can't be yo' incredible edible egg I don't crack nor split my yolk with the female folk Now baby break yourself get broke you can choke Off this young black better than mary jane In ya brain I'm guaranteed to have ya thinkin' & feelin' thangs Like yourself now uhh watch ya health if ya feel like plottin' Ya body turns rotten from the inside out that pussy's turned out Getting hit by a sucker a 2 minute brother Who's first 10 seconds is thinkin' he came up That next full minute suckin ya drama up 50 seconds to go see half of that is the show Now where the other half you can't laugh 'cause you know it's straight simpin' & whinin' 'stead of pimpin' & grindin' kk'll let you know So pay attention bro See first you get the power then you get the money Then you get the pussy don't be the dummy though Chorus 4x |
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Quik:
My name is quik & I be moving fast like a race car But I'm top seed #1 like the pace car Whether you up on me or you chillin' way far You can tell almost immediately that I'm aced off So listen muthafucka why you comin' off hard My objective is to catch you off guard Get covert & infiltrate yo' clique Crack yo' shit & mack yo' bitch Now tell me could you conceive a nigga all up in her beaver Givin' her the love fever for hours at a time before I take a breather And when she tell me she loves me I don't believe her 'cause I rock in stereo or mono hot like gonno- Rhea burnin' everytime you take a pee uh So when you see a nigga out with his girl Then baby play like you don't know me & we'll keep in a twirl Because baby I go deeper than the deep blue seas Baby do you really wanna play the flute on me? I'll give you a sack & take it back & you'll die to get it Little punk 'cause I'm fly with it Chorus When we come up we gettin' down down down Step in the club they give us pound pound pound Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown & round Dj quik & amg with a brand new sound (repeat) Amg: I told her don't chase it but you can place it In between your jaws to taste it Or leave it in the basement I be the riddler that's too familiar get in the middle of ya And then I diddle ya, dick ya down 'til it tickles Smack the booty with no pimples Caress ya back then rub ya nipples Baby I'm a crack fiend get the ky & if I'm at a jiggalo Baby say hi fly like a eagle in a range rover or a regal Lookin' for the party people & when I catch ya baby girl You should feel lucky we can make love But don't forget to fuck me 'cause you got more bounce than roger troutman I don't know when it's in or out and Soak me baby give me that good thang Ain't nothin' wrong with a coochie bang 'cause suga free, mausberg, quik & the am Definitely knows how to play 'em 'cause we went from demos to limos to luxuriousies To models from milan on they knees Chorus When we come up we gettin' down down down Step in the club they give us pound pound pound Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown & round Amg & mausberg with a brand new sound (repeat) Mausberg: Oh you didn't know that I'm the bomb baby Well take a toke of this d-i- & you gon' be feelin' flizie 'cause I be's mausberg the superior Steppin' through the club pound pound so ya fearin' us But don't trip we keep the vibe right Baby buy me some remy & if Yo' baby daddy trippin' tell him beep me 'cause I be's black & tone & swift up on my toes G'd up in alligate's and steel toes Can I get a pound pound? (pound pound) If free the flyest who am i? (you the realest) Look into my eyes & tell me what do you see Oh you jockin' my entourage dj quik & amg Well get yo' groove on 'cause I ain't hatin' on the homies When that 9-5th drop you & yo' sister gon' be on me All I wanna do is slide up in & slide back out Slap you in yo' face & stick it dead in yo' mouth You think I'm bullshittin' well meet me after my show Bring yo' lips to that all white stretch limo So we can ride, slide, dip & glide booyah! And do our thang 'cause my whole clique fly Chorus When we come up we gettin' down down down Step in the club they give us pound pound pound Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown & round Mausberg & suga free with a brand new sound (repeat) Suga free: It feel good don't it? It ain't no good if it ain't good enough To put the proper good on it Peep how I struck up bitch jump in the air Stay there until I tell you come down & when you do you shut the fuck up She'll sell a nice dream but bitch you'll Have better luck tryin' to find 2 pac than Me buying you somethin' off the ice cream truck Oxygen you leave 'lone leave me 'lone Before I lock you in that little bitty box again Don't let up y'all just keep her soakin' wet up Playa playa & tell her when she need to shut up Don't lighten up naw nigga you better you better tighten up Throw ya head back back back back Lean it to the side hey playas (yeah!) Tell 'em that we fly (we fly!) ooooh catastrophe! Bitch rather slide down a slide of razor blades Into a pool of pimp piss but this hoe had the audacity To ask me for a dollar even though that's all I had left These greedy lying ass hoes'll fifty cents yo' ass to death! Chorus When we come up we gettin' down down down Step in the club they give us pound pound pound Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown & round And we come to hit the world with a brand new sound (repeat) |
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Siide! Oh no, it's '98 y'all & we got some new shit
What we say? Yes ha ha fade the world in this motherfucker that's right oh, check it out -1- Fuck what ya heard baby I'm DJ Quik whether on T.V. or in these streets I'm still the shit I went from drinkin' eight ball and makin' demos to drinkin' Hennessey & Chivas Regal in the back of the limo Gettin' my issue in life you can't hate that and when I tell you about yo' self nigga you can't take that 'cause y'all be cross fadin' if you don't understand you got a side and I got one but you be crossin' over here to see what's in my hand Yeah but that's cool too I gets my money on the double that's what I do hittin' them brown bubbles and avoidin' trouble hoes to choose with nothin' to lose & a million mothafuckas wanna be in my shoes But you don't understand, beyond the parties & cheer I been broke my whole career breakin' bread with my peers bought a '96 Impala the new SS before the 20,000 mile mark I gave it to Sid I could never bust a new shoe if my nephews ain't got 'em Fila Jumpman Cortez yeah I'm comin' out the pocket for my homies in the 'hood up on it when I'm around 'cause there's a difference between bein' a thug & bein' down now Chorus Bang bang boogie da bang da bang boogie to da boogie bang boogie da bang fuck what you sayin' nigga You's a gangsta! No I'm not! Nigga you's a gangsta! No I'm not! Nigga you's a gangsta! <Repeat> -2- Just 'cause I kick it with killers don't mean that I do it my occupation's a musician & I'm stayin' true to it I went from bein' a rider to bein' a provider while I was straddlin' the fence tryin' not to hit the divider Just an impressionable human being tryin' to do right every now & then I get my manhood tested in fights like I used to have a beef with this cat named Eiht and his homies approached me at the club El Rey What was I to do I'm on stage & I'm doin' my thang and this nigga's out in the crowd tryin' to hoo' bang givin' it up for his homies & set trippin' too but he wasn't from Rollin' 60's more like Tragney I wonder what's his problem what he tryin' to say Is this business personal or just Fuck Quik Day? I approached him like a man & not like a nut he turned around & put his drink down & straight knuckled up In the dark club punches is flyin' all around and even though it was me & him the rumors went 'round and said I killed somebody now how that sound How could I stomp somebody to death that's bigger than me and I'm just a hundred & fifty five pounds tell me Chorus -3- See some don't realize the power of lyrics 'cause when you rap about death you talkin' to spirits You see you can say the things that can help us all ball or you can say things that make it bad for us all fix the problem the only way is come to the source don't be a Trojan Horse help us change the course everybody knows that it's bad in the 'hood so check what you rappin' about if it ain't to the good I did my part a long time ago I changed my views ain't no gang bangin' & slangin' just hangin' with trues give it up to my Creator & that you can quote but mothafuckas still see me as a scapegoat yeah like that night when Biggie died at Quincy Jones spot like 400 other people yeah I heard some shots broke away with the crowd nervous obviously & the mothafuckas blamed it on me What the hell!?! Chorus Check it out this song is dedicated to the two most prolific writers in rap music history Tupac Shakur & the Notorious B.I.G. It's also dedicated to the little homie from 60's that lost his life at that party Rest in peace y'all And to MC Eiht when you get yo' head together maybe we can do a record feel me I'm out <DJ scratches> Bang bang ('til fade) |
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[DJ Quik Talking]
Momma I know you said that you wanted a record you could listen to With no cussing and shit I tried But I still gotta do this [Verse 1] Yo Jingle jingle We've go the lingo With so much heat it's hard for us to pick the first single It don't matter cuz I'm underground anyway Rich balling, bitch call and fly any day You dirty niggas y'all too whack to dance Y'all need to ease up off that now before y'all splint y'all pants And leave that up to my niggas, young fly niggas Getting down you and I niggas dont try niggas I changed my mind I don't want your bitch Cuz sorry ass women just don't get rich You could keep her I'd rather have a fifi bag because it's cheaper You can't come up for NL I gets deeper And my hold is so cold, it's a sleeper So pass the reafer And to you false balling niggas just grab your crotches But if you paid nigga pat your pockets [Hook] And for sure You've got yours I've got mine's and we're balling So call up everybody Let's pitch in ona party for sure [x2] [Verse 2] Alright Somebody play the potato Let's take a ballad On who gonna invite the hoes that make the party valid Cuz we don't need a whole crib full of dudes again And here come the police with them big black boots again Kicking niggas out Hand cuffing and stuffing they banging jacky chicken in they mouth And time to shine pitching a fit Cuz somebody rolled her bud in a heeny blunt and won't pass the shit Who keeps turning the lights on? Why the music keep skipping? And why these dirty khaki niggas tripping? I don't know I'm Quik and I'm still delighted 500 dollars worth of white star About to hide it Cuz y'all ain't drinking mine up You better drink that anj and palmason and the rest of that wine up You party haters need to stop it I think we really about to pat your pockets [Hook] [x2] [Verse 3] Hey baby My girlfriend left me today So which one of you old ragedy ass bitches wanna come in here and play? That's what my homie told and try to cop the cancun Then I caught him in there hunching in my downstairs bathroom And in the kitchen and up in there on the dancefloor By the big screen t.v. where your pants go? Some of you niggas I swear I try to throw y'all a ragedy ass party And y'all don't even care Cigarette burns in my plush Empty beer bottles in the brush And my bitch acting like a lush Boy what else could go wrong? Somebody kick the extension cord out [Music stops, DJ Quik talking] Move! Y'all gotta be some of the clumsiest muthafuckas [Music starts up again] To the sounds, now some Y'all done fucked up Get out, get on Speed up nigga Get up, take your weed on Ya nigga, the drunk nigga said it Your pockets, that's where I'm sending K go [Hook] [x4] |
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(feat. Erick Sermon & Ham)
(Verse 1 - DJ Quik) I know you like to do ecstacy, and then forget where you are Be up in a room with a stripper, and your homie Lamar Now that's a nasty threesome, a straight mis-match Instead of bangin' on the broad, you'd rather open his hatch And start packin'... and get some dookie on your tip Don't look now, you got a loogie on your lip Next time video tape it, let us all see it This is Sir Herb, I'll put you on the web - you pervert The number 23 on the beats, 'bout to do ya Mister Blake A.K.A. DJ Quik talkin' to ya And I'll prove I'm proper and yo game is whack with 1 line I'll never put my name on a track that wasn't mine This hip-hip shit, is getting stupid again These niggas gun-tottin', fightin', gettin' rutless again There's a message in the Big Book, didn't you read it? It say if niggas don't remember the past, they gonn' repeat it So I'm into ???ated That ground heart-stated And we all made it If you want a hit, nigga, call David The first name basis, depends on how the pay is 50 under the table do it enough, don't need a label 'Cause I rob from the rich and I... gives to the ?floor? The ground-level ground shovel diggin' up some more So let's stay focused 'cause the chip is the prize Now put your shit in first, nigga, and shift it to rise And like Frank Nitti, ?We 2-degree? And you haters trippin' cause I got the key to the city Not a sissy but the hoes keep callin' us pretty And you mad 'cause the bitch got me on her titty Mr. Troutman talk me talkbox, do why diddy! And I'll tell you to your ear, nigga, you sound shitty I'll take your hoe up to the room and show her no pity So call me DJ Meow Mix 'cause we gets kitty (meow) Scratchin' all the fleas off of these Stayin' high off of trees Top villian, and enjoyin' the breeze And the time I'm spendin' in yo bitch, a supreme blast In the back of my S-500 playin' Dreamcast (Chorus) You Ain't Fresh (7x) You a busta, nigga! You Ain't Fresh (7x) You a busta, nigga! (Verse 2 - Erick Sermon) Yo, yo, I'm into somethin' new, hoppin' through Quicker than the Compton Crew, and Y too Yo, what you wanna do? You ain't fresh! No contest - we cook like Raekwon the Chef And write for the skills, get set for the kill And prep for the meals, after that we chill The E-R-I-C-K is my name, I spell Bring it back like '92, with clientele And keep shit right, and make sure the sound excite Nigga in affect, like flashlight Quik and I do it 'til death In the house 'yall, blackin' out like Red & Meth Thick-boned women, in jeans and linen Yeah (whew!), make a nigga wanna go fishin' And when I walk by, girls singin' a song Like E... is like a phemomenon Ugh, al around the world they be bumpin' to E Shuttin' it down, right in your company I blow through like a gust of wind, through doors Tearin' down the roof, rippin' the floors 'Cause rap's no game, I pack heat, ain't afraid to pull it For what packs, I packs full of bullets Stop when I come through Big, Black, motherfucker fresh for '99 You suckas! (Chorus) You Ain't Fresh (7x) You a busta, nigga You Ain't Fresh (7x) You a busta, nigga (Verse 3 - Kam) Kam got get-back So get up off my dick, rat Nigga, that shit whack You want a hit track? Where Quik at? Knick, knack, patty whack I only bone dimes How you tight? You don't even write your own rhymes It's been a long time Since you last heard from me Like Bill ass Hillary, "what's up?" Still love me, pretty young thang? City I'm from bang What's up, nigga? Real G's don't wear titty and tongue rings You's a fruity-o, you make the most excuses And keep a studio full of ghost producers Young boss heard You was tryin' to floss, nerd Hollerin' "which side is the realest?" Who you steal that from? (Mausberg) The street slang thief is your chief employment You live a life full of grief after brief enjoyment Fake gang bangers, when you see us, tuck all rags Adios, buenos dias, fuck y'all fags! (Chorus) You ain't fresh You ain't fresh... |
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(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 |
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