Dj Quik

[ verse 1 ]
Pass me the... (8 ball) so I can get fucked up
My name is dj quik, so yo, what's up?
Cause I'm the baddest, I feel, gettin ill for real
With a forty of o.e., yo, you know the deal
I'm just chillin with a forty in hand
I'm so damn bent, that I can hardly stand
The bottle's in my face, and my lips are all around it
So stand to the side and watch me (down it)
Take it to the head without feeling no guilt
If I was you, I wouldn't fuck with me when I'm on tilt
Cause I'm a funky dope brother who just won't stop
And I like to drink the 8, cause it's good till the last drop
If I can't get it, then I get the discouraged
I gotta get a bottle of that liquid courage
I take a big gulp, and my head starts zoomin
But I'm feeling good as hell, so let the bass keep boomin
I'm dj quik, and the shots I'm callin
But the posse don't mind, cause we all 8-ballin

(8 ball)
(here we go)
(ah yeah)
(take it in a bottle, 40 quart or can)
Gimme the
(8 ball)
(here we go)
(ah yeah)
(drink it like a madman, yes I do)
Pass me the
(8 ball)
(here we go)
(ah yeah)
(40 ounce in my lap, and it's freezin my balls)
(8 ball)
(here we go)
(that vodka I was drinkin said, dude, go 'head)

[ verse 2 ]
Now a forty only cost about $1.95
So we finna mob 17 to the liquor store
And get a case, fuck a six-pack, what's that?
I don't drink no st. ides, so forget that
Now one nigga said that bull got pull
Just drink a quart of o.e. and your ass'll be full
And if you don't think o.e. be workin
Then fuck it, bust the irkin and jerkin
Cause I'm a muthafucka that think when I wanna drink
And how can I tell that you're drunk? cause your breath stink
I know you know you need some double-mint
And you can't mack to a bitch when you're too bent
So take it from me, the homie dj quik
You better rush your cooler, cause you might be sick
Cause the 8 is for the true niggas, and the grown-ups
But that don't matter, cause quik got it sowed up
And punk muthafuckas wanna squab and all that
But we can get em up as soon as you pass the...
(8 ball)

(8 ball)
(here we go)
(ah yeah)
(take it in a bottle, 40 quart or can)
Gimme the
(8 ball)
(here we go)
(ah yeah)
(bottle was empty, so we went to the store)
Pass me the
(8 ball)
(here we go)
(ah yeah)
(40 ounce in my lap, and it's freezin my balls)
(8 ball)
(here we go)
(that vodka I was drinkin said, dude, go 'head)
(here's a little somethin bout a nigga like me)
(fuck it up, y'all)
(and here comes the...)
(8 ball rollin)
(it'll have you trippin)
(party)
(cause I was drunk)
(ah yeah)

Right about now I'm wonderin who else gone off that 8 ball besides myself
You know all the homies goin off of it
And I know
The l.a. posse's goin off of that (8 ball)
And g wayne goin off of that (8 ball)
And donzelli goin off of that (8 ball)
My homie shot is goin off of that (8 ball)
And playa hamm goin off of that (8 ball)
And shabby blue goin off of that (8 ball)
And mike p goin off of that (8 ball)
And n.o.e. is goin off of that (8 ball)
And little shawn goin off of that (8 ball)
And big duck goin off of that (8 ball)
My nigga stinkin off of that (8 ball)
And lou balls goin off of that (8 ball)

Whoaoy whoaoy
Lord have mercy

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

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

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

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

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

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

*Repeat (x15)

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

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

[ 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

[ 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

(feat. Mausberg)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[DJ Quik]
Yeah..
Now in my lyrics I kick this shit that the critics debate to
but I still create the shit that the brothers relate to
cause it's simple, but I'm no simp, I'm lettin you have it
to the temple leavin a scar MUCH bigger than a, pimple
You want the rubber from a gangsta boot to your grill?
Come take a ride with me and witness the thrill
of an ass-whuppin, issued by the brothers in the khaki pants
Some think I'm too light to fight, so then they'll win but I grin
when I sail to your motherfuckin chin (MMM)
So suckers keep walkin until the po-po is talkin
in plain simple english; no wait in plain simple slang, no jivin
Fuckin with me is more lethal than drinkin and drivin
or try to figure the flow I deliver
Punk it makes you shiver when you think I'm takin two to your liver
The D-to-the-E-to-the-motherfuckin-A with a vengeance
A side of Quik that you ain't never experiencin
I'm stutter steppin with crap on the low and I flow well
Intensifyin with every line, cause I show and tell
My backup is backin, never leavin me lackin
With Double or Nothin, KK, D, and AMG and we're stackin
up sales - for motherfuckers just like you
(For a punk motherfucker with a punk motherfuckin crew!)
Yo I know you peeped that you just can't creep
It's too steep so take a leap because we roll too motherfuckin deep

Chorus: {samples}

"(How deep?) Deeper than Atlantis" -> Brother J (X-Clan)
"Niggaz can deal with that shit" -> Richard Pryor
So I'm rollin.. DEEP.. deep
"Deeper than Atlantis" -> Brother J (X-Clan)
"Man that's bad.." ".. naw that's good!"

[Tha D]
You see we rollin deep, cause a nigga playin the backseat
We won't get beat, so run up and get sweeped
by a young motherfuckin ass nut
We whup your ass and make your momma feel it
and watch you just fold up
It's Tha D in the back with the strap
Down for some shit with a bitch in my lap
Punk motherfuckers like to play the brave role
But I don't give a fuck, you can still get T-rolled
It ain't like you never been checked befo'
You stupid nigga, your bitch, your hoe
The motherfuckers rollin the backstreets
Not givin a fuck, because we roll too motherfuckin deep

"(How deep?)"

[KK]
Deeper than the crack in your momma's cock
Too deep for a nigga, now I can't stop
Cause niggaz'll roll deep, deep in the middle of the street
So deep we roll onto next week
Two's and fo's, that nigga K throws heavy blows
Heavy enough to knock the snot out of niggaz nose
Cause niggaz ain't nothin but head and shoulders
?? nigga, we should be rollin this
And I'ma roll, cause I'm doin my own thing
(Yeah, motherFUCK a posse, we roll with a gang, niggaz)
For those who wanna sleep, time to creep
Straight up fools, cause niggaz is rollin deep

Chorus

[AMG]
Fuck a one-time jack, I eenie meenie miney wet the hoes
Back in the alley I be rollin on the pimpin mode
Unfadeable, cause I'm D-double-E-P
AMG be catchin niggaz slippin constantly
and hoes wanna hoe, with a niggerole like so
and after I trick, yo see you later bitch!
And niggaz think they know what they talkin bout, whatchu sayin?
It was your bitch, that I was fuckin layin and playin
so, if she was fine don't be denyin that I did her
Trust your data nigga, and let my dick get with her
because another motherfuckin gangster's strollin yo
In the 9-0, niggerole, this is how I'm rollin

Chorus

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

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

*Repeat

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

*Repeat (x2)

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

*Repeat (x2)

[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
out
*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
*DJ Quik is in the muthafuckin house*

(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

(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

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)

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)

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

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

(vocal box)

Never
Xzibit
DJ motherfucking Quik
Erick Sermon

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

(vocal box)

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

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

(vocal box)

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

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

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

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

*Repeat

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

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

*Repeat (x2)

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

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

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

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

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

*Repeat (x9)

(Now I got to cut ya...) <scratches w/ too Quik Quik Quik...>
Yeah ha ha that's right. 'Cause it's like this
Yeah, it's gotta be like this. Nigga.

Verse 1
It used to be a CPT thang (what)
but now it's just an all me thang (yeah)
because I'm tired of this gizame (right)
I'm through playin' for a crew
that ain't got my back
when I'm the one who done
created the sack
Mister You Know Who remember me
I met you when I was P.P.C.
and you wadn't nothin' but a scrub
wearin' plaid pants and bubble gums
and beggin' for grub
and then when ya hips start growin'
you tripped and flipped and skipped out
know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Not even thinkin' 'bout the times
when Kay Kay took yo' ass in
'cause you didn't have a dime
Nigga couldn't even say thanks for the trouble
I would've spanked yo' ass on the double
'Cause when ya didn't have a place to stay
you little round the way girl
my nigga took yo' way
and that way all my homies had yo' back
Because together they knew we had a fat ass sack
but you couldn't stand the guns
Couldn't wait to take ya
(AMG)
money and run
Kay Kay should've knew the motto of life (what's that)
that ya can't turn a hoe into a housewife (ha ha)
Because you left a lot of people unhappy nigga
You in debt and ya need to get at me

Chorus
I'm gonna let ya know it (that's right)
I'm gonna let ya know it (so ya need to get at me)
I'm gonna let ya know it (huh)
I'm gonna let ya know it (you need to get at me)

Verse 2
Now I can name a gang of niggas I done tripped with
spent a grip with and they ain't spent shit
and they ain't never brought nothing to the table
But it ain't no puzzle I'm able
but why you wanna take my kindness for weakness
To get my money back
I gotta ride yo' ass like Preakness
it ain't that fly
and when ya see me in traffic just ride by
You should've been a pigeon
'cause you duck so well
but next time I catch you I'ma pluck yo' tail
'Cause niggas like y'all show disrespect
by flossin' so you in for a tossin'
You need to go brush your teeth
and change ya drawers and change ya sheets
and stop y'alls bitches
from steadily tryin' ta ride on my mink
And start bathing more than once a week (nigga)
You know who I'm talkin' 'bout bitches
so ya needs to come right with a quickness (come right)
and instead of tryin' to duck and dodge
and be crafty you need to get at me.

Chorus
I'm gonna let ya know it (hell yeah)
I'm gonna let ya know it (you need to get at me)
I'm gonna let ya know it (that's right)
I'm gonna let ya know it (you need to get at me)

Verse 3
So tell me how we gon' handle this
either we gon' be men or we gon' be scandalous
either way is all right with me
'Cause I'ma show ya that I meant it
when I said that I'm a G Nigga
I don't take ganks too swell (naw)
that's why I went and bought a gang of shells
and if you approach me wrong
I'ma clown first nigga run up <gunshot>
< Referee's voice from Madden '95> "First down."
Damn I wish it didn't even have to come to this
'cause now y'alls on my shit list
right with the white boys in this game
thinkin' they gone get the hits for some chump change
Please huh I didn't believe that you'll trip like that
that's how a gang of niggas flipped like that
so get back fool 'cause I'm going out
comin' out of a straight jacket Blastin'!! <gunshot>
and they gon' have to get at me

Chorus
I'm gonna let you know it. (hell yeah)
I'm gonna let you know it. (you need to get at me)
I'm gonna let you know it.
I'm gonna let you know it. (you know what
y'all can never get at me)

Now battle
<DJ scratches " too Quick" 'til end>

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

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

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

*Repeat

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

*Repeat (x2)

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

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

*Repeat (x4)

Quik:
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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*Repeat

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

*Repeat

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

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

*Repeat

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

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 dick 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
Oohh, you feel it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I thought ya knew...

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...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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
Huh, I'ma let you havit

[DJ Quik]
One day I was chillin on (Arabie?) and spruce
Forty in my hand and it's time to get loose
Got my Nikes, Fila t-shirt, and black khakis
I heard a horn blowin' and I jumped in my jacket
(John?) was chillin' in the passenger seat
Stepped up out the car and started dancing in the street
Now (John?) was lookin' fresh and it wasn't no joke
He had on some fresh khakis and was sportin' some locs
Some gangstas poppin' wheelies came up from behind
He got off throwin' up his favorite gang sign
Here come Little Snub, from the Maple block
Groovin' on the handlebars, ready to rock
And now my posse's gettin' bigger, 'cuz of all these niggas
I got the .38 and I'm about to pull the trigger
Looked up at the corner and who did I see?
Wayne and his little man Pop and Nookie
Now Sha came rollin' up on a little scooter
Lookin' for a match so he could light the Thai huddha
I told him I didn't have it, but yet I went to grab it
I lit it up and hit it up, and now I'm draggin' it
Wayne took a hit, Pop took a puff
Nookie started chokin' and now he's fucked up
The forty-ounce is hittin', so I busted into school
I'm never gettin' sweated 'cuz I'm just too cool fool
Sun's goin' down and now it's night
My posse's cold chillin' and we're feelin' alright
We heard a lot of noise and it sounded like a rally
Boomin' ass sounds comin' out of Sherm Alley
We all jumped up and we started to stroll
A young nigga like the Quiksta was takin' control
The D.E.A. posse so deep we walked three 2's
Now if you wanna join -- then you gotta pay ya dues
We got up to the alley and everything was chill
They was just makin' that dollar dollar bill
Reesa came down and she sat on the stairs
I stood up 'cuz I didn't have a chair
Now Pop said, "Yo! Let's get some cuts.
Get that Old 8 so we can get fucked up."
Now I'll put a twenty H put a 10
and said, "Fuck it! Super soca and gin!"
Now everybody's gettin' in the twilight zone
Head up stairs and they're gettin' weirdo
Gangsta's on the steps and he's tryin' to bang
No belt in his khakis so his Lee's could sag
Here comes Stick with a 20 dollar bag
But he can't roll a joint cuz he ain't got no zigzags
I looked up at my watch, it said 10:28
"You better run up to the liquor store before it's too late."
He went to the store and he got the zags
He came back walkin' with my homeboy Cash
Sucka came over; he was lookin for a ride
Runnin' from the police, he ain't have no place to hide
A smile came on my face when I swallowed my beer
I'm chillin' like a villian and I got no fear
Now Tony Lane came; he said he was bored
Eatin' on some chips that he got from the store
I said I'm bored too, so what's up with that?
Wayne said, "is anyone down to jack?
Now I can get the AK and you can get the pump,
But I don't want no deuce-deuce, cuz I ain't no chump"
Now Mike said, "Dane which one do you choose?"
"I could take the .38 and you can have the Uze."
But before we can jet and be on our way
Some niggas rolled up and they was ready to spray
Rollin' real slow, they turned off the lights
Waitin' -- until the time was right
A fool jumped out all dressed in Guess?
*gunshot* (Yeah) shot him in the chest
The niggas tried to jet, but the couldn't get far
Cuz Mike had the uzi and he aimed it for the car
*gunshots*
Ha Ha
Now that's how it's done and we do it good
Just another day in my loked out hood
Now all y'all remember that we can't be stopped
What's the name of my hood? *gunshots*
(Ha ha haha)
(Figure that shit out you fools)

[DJ Quik]
One day I was chillin on (Arabie?) and spruce
Forty in my hand and it's time to get loose
Got my Nikes, Fila t-shirt, and black khakis
I heard a horn blowin' and I jumped in my jacket
(John?) was chillin' in the passenger seat
Stepped up out the car and started dancing in the street
Now (John?) was lookin' fresh and it wasn't no joke
He had on some fresh khakis and was sportin' some locs
Some gangstas poppin' wheelies came up from behind
He got off throwin' up his favorite gang sign
Here come Little Snub, from the Maple block
Groovin' on the handlebars, ready to rock
And now my posse's gettin' bigger, 'cuz of all these niggas
I got the .38 and I'm about to pull the trigger
Looked up at the corner and who did I see?
Wayne and his little man Pop and Nookie
Now Sha came rollin' up on a little scooter
Lookin' for a match so he could light the Thai huddha
I told him I didn't have it, but yet I went to grab it
I lit it up and hit it up, and now I'm draggin' it
Wayne took a hit, Pop took a puff
Nookie started chokin' and now he's fucked up
The forty-ounce is hittin', so I busted into school
I'm never gettin' sweated 'cuz I'm just too cool fool
Sun's goin' down and now it's night
My posse's cold chillin' and we're feelin' alright
We heard a lot of noise and it sounded like a rally
Boomin' ass sounds comin' out of Sherm Alley
We all jumped up and we started to stroll
A young nigga like the Quiksta was takin' control
The D.E.A. posse so deep we walked three 2's
Now if you wanna join -- then you gotta pay ya dues
We got up to the alley and everything was chill
They was just makin' that dollar dollar bill
Reesa came down and she sat on the stairs
I stood up 'cuz I didn't have a chair
Now Pop said, "Yo! Let's get some cuts.
Get that Old 8 so we can get fucked up."
Now I'll put a twenty H put a 10
and said, "Fuck it! Super soca and gin!"
Now everybody's gettin' in the twilight zone
Head up stairs and they're gettin' weirdo
Gangsta's on the steps and he's tryin' to bang
No belt in his khakis so his Lee's could sag
Here comes Stick with a 20 dollar bag
But he can't roll a joint cuz he ain't got no zigzags
I looked up at my watch, it said 10:28
"You better run up to the liquor store before it's too late."
He went to the store and he got the zags
He came back walkin' with my homeboy Cash
Sucka came over; he was lookin for a ride
Runnin' from the police, he ain't have no place to hide
A smile came on my face when I swallowed my beer
I'm chillin' like a villian and I got no fear
Now Tony Lane came; he said he was bored
Eatin' on some chips that he got from the store
I said I'm bored too, so what's up with that?
Wayne said, "is anyone down to jack?
Now I can get the AK and you can get the pump,
But I don't want no deuce-deuce, cuz I ain't no chump"
Now Mike said, "Dane which one do you choose?"
"I could take the .38 and you can have the Uze."
But before we can jet and be on our way
Some niggas rolled up and they was ready to spray
Rollin' real slow, they turned off the lights
Waitin' -- until the time was right
A fool jumped out all dressed in Guess?
*gunshot* (Yeah) shot him in the chest
The niggas tried to jet, but the couldn't get far
Cuz Mike had the uzi and he aimed it for the car
*gunshots*
Ha Ha
Now that's how it's done and we do it good
Just another day in my loked out hood
Now all y'all remember that we can't be stopped
What's the name of my hood? *gunshots*
(Ha ha haha)
(Figure that shit out you fools)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Chorus] - Playa Hamm instead of DJ Quik

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

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

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

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

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

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

*Repeat

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

*Repeat (x2)

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

*Repeat (x4)

[DJ Quik 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]

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

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

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

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

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

(Chorus)

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

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

(Chorus)

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