Dj Quik

[ 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

(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:
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

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]
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]
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]

[DJ Quik]
You wanna see a young brother from the Compton tip check a grip
well keep lookin, because the C-A-M-E-O track is cookin
like a big ol pot of neckbones, we'll tend to fire up
because a young brother like the Quik is gettin wired up
You know my offbeat style is flowin all the while
I'm showin suckers, they can't get none of this
let alone some of this, I'm a musical genius
And if you fuck with my roll {"Face, down, HUT HUT HUT HUT!"}
I beat yo' ass as if uh we was playin Tecmo Bowl
I'm a producer if a rhythm is dope I choose it
and I hope you know I'd rather +BE+ dope than use it
I was a Player in the Penthouse and now I'm uprooted
A young scallion in them khaki suits and booted
With a 40 in hand I'ma take a stand
I'm lettin em know they can't fuck with the one man band
And if a soft sucker wanna know who's to blame
I let 'em know - Quik is the Name

{*scratching and samples*}

[DJ Quik]
Now can we get back on the tip of the real unadulterated funk
This beat is gettin funky just like a skunk
And the funk is that I step with the style I show
Let's blow these motherfuckin nimrods doin low
What makes you think that you can even try to step to me?
I hold the dice without six on the tea leaf
I know you wanna win some go on and try your luck
Punk, put your money on the floor and get bucked
by a pro-fession-al, rhyme hoodlum
Hoochies all over my tip because I screwed 'em
One-time can't lock me up, cause I elude 'em
And bubblegum rappers can't fade me cause I chewed 'em
So suckers get at me I'm the "Q" in quotations
and the C-P-T is the location
I won't talk in riddles cause you don't need the strain on your brain
To make it simple - Quik is the Name

{*scratching and samples*}

[DJ Quik]
Yeah, I don't compare my rhyme styles to no gat
cause to me that bullshit is SUPER wack
I just remain plain and kick the facts
bout how a nigga can't keep from gettin jacked
You gotta hold your own at any cost
cause if you don't boy you might get bossed and tossed
by a sucker who claims he got more game than you
Bein true is what you oughta do
or you just might find some chrome pointed at your dome
Think fast or you might not make it home
See a nigga like myself ain't goin out like that
because I found that it pays to pack a gat
in the city where surival is a full-time job black
and it ain't givin nuttin back
The fo'-fo'll keep a motherfucker tame
Behind the trigger yo, Quik is the Name

{*scratching and samples*}

Now even though I was only a young buck, I was still trying to kick it
Having a gang of fun and much too young to be wicked
Cause when I was thirteen you know we didn't have cars
It was either double ride the peg nuts or hop on the handle bars
And then we went and bought a gang of balloons and had
A water balloon fight that lasted until the night
Then after that we played some "hide and go get it"
With the neighborhood homegirls dumb enough to be with it
All in fun and games and keeping it cool
But my my, when you're kicking it, time flys by
Cause every hour's a minute, and every minute's a sec
And if I'd came home late, my moms would ring my neck, yeah
But I regret not the whoopings I got
Cause to be able to play the next day was okay
On a mission, to hit up the neighbor's fruit trees
Just a bunch of kids chillin', enjoying the Summer Breeze

Summer breeze, flowing like the wind
Boy you need to know that you got a friend
It'll always be me (I'll always be here) (Repeat 2x)

Now I'm growing some fuzz, getting older like 17, 18
And the only thing I know is to stay clean
T-shirt, short pants, Nikes on spotless
I was even old enough to buy me a Cutlass
A little vehicle to ride around town, play with the hoes and
Roll down the window and mack to the one who's chosen
Yo, them biker pants is looking kinda right on you
My name is DJ Quik and my homies is having a barbeque
Before I finish my whole sentence complete
She was off the bus stop and in my passenger seat
And we was sliding to the Westside, stopped at the store
To get some&nbsp;??? farm, cause that make 'em kick it a little more
And at the spot, you know that chicken was kicking
The pig on the grill, and so the day was chill
But that night my girl was tipsy and ready to skeeze
But I didn't even trip, too busy jocking the Summer Breeze

Summer breeze, flowing like the wind
Boy you need to know that you got a friend
It'll always be me (I'll always be here) (Repeat 2x)

Now I'm 23 and I remember the times when
We was chillin' like villians and didn't have no nines
Like when we used to mob to beaches to kick it and swim
Now I hang around and watch the tides come in
And I'm thinking how many funerals I've been to
Watching all my homies get buried in them boxes they put 'em into
And then I read a letter from upstate, from my homie G-Wayne
Who's been locked up since '87, '88
And it really ain't nothing fly about it
So he go "I'm a stay strong or I'm a break down and simply cry about it"
And when it seem like things just ain't gon be right
I gotta thank my creator for letting me sleep last night
And wake me up in the morn cause I shutter to think
That could be me dead or locked away in the clink
So I'm lifting my homie's spirits as tall as the trees
And I can even hear him calling me, in the Summer Breeze

Summer breeze, flowing like the wind
Boy you need to know that you got a friend
It'll always be me (I'll always be here) (Repeat til fade)

Here we go

Yo, a day in the life of a player named quik
I'm just a stubborn kind of fellow with a head like a brick
And just because I drink the 8, they say that I'm hopeless
But I don't give a fuck, so blame it on the loc-est
Now this is how we do it when we checkin a grip
Teddy bear's in the house, so don't even trip
We're bustin funky compositions as smooth as a prism
So check it while I kick it to this funky ass rhythm
It's friday morning, the phone is ringin off the hook *brrrrrring*
And amg is puttin down girl rhymes in his notebook
Or should I say dope sack, because we don't bust wack *brrrrrring*
I pick up the phone and it's the d (whassup nigga? )
He said he's comin down at about two on the dot
So I'm about to rush the tub while my water's still hot
And now I'm soakin, a brother like the devestatin dj quik ain't jokin
Fuck with me on dsp and you'll get broken
My name is quik, but you can call me daddy
Yo open up the door, they think I'm freak man in a caddy
Now freaky's in an el doggin shabbies in at alco
And everybody's sippin on a quart (here we go)
D just came with a forty and a quart
In addition to the three that greedy just brought
But I don't wanna start early, so I just might
Put my forty in the freezer cause I wanna get bent *tonite*

Tonight's the nite (yeah) *tonite*
Tonight is the nite *tonite*
Tonight's the nite (yo when we gon get bent) *tonite*
Tonight is the nite (aww yeah)

And now I'm out of the tub up in a fancy freak
Spray on some serious and put on my girbaud jeans
Sweatsuit, the gray one with the burgundy trim
And it's a medium, fit me proper cause I'm nice and slim
Five thirty on the clock and the sun is steadily sinkin
And I am steadily thinkin about the 8 that I'll be drinkin
You know I ain't ashamed and you know I ain't bashful
So go on and pop the forty so I can pour me a glassful
Ham is in the bedroom rollin up a stencil
Fatter than a pinky and the length of a pencil
Freakie lit it up and hit it one two three
Shabby took a hit and then they pass it to me
It's the bomb!!!
Yo I can feel my senses get numb!!!
Yo fuck the forty ounce I need some rum!!!
I'm chillin like a villain here I come!!!
And that's how I'm livin
Tonight is the nite and I'm lookin real sporty
Proper friday evening and I'm ready to party
Crusher came in with a handful of snaps
Fuck it, let's shoot some craps
(yo what they in fo') a fin or a half
(yo shoot that ten nigga) don't make me laugh
Hi-c want a dove and he think that shit is funny
But I'm seven and eleven and I'm takin niggaz money *tonite*

Tonight's the nite (yeah watch me fuck the hoe) *tonite*
Tonight is the nite (passin naturals on motherfuckers) *tonite*
Tonight's the nite (yo, I'm unfadable) *tonite*
Tonight is the nite (ahh let's break it down, so I can get funky)

*tonite*

Ahh yeah
Givin em somethin they can roll on, hold on

Wake up saturday morning and I got a headache
I can't believe that I'm sick from all the shit that I drank
*last nite* soon as I felt it comin on
I should quit, it's true that a drunk ain't shit
To the man up above, the whole thanks I give
I'll never drink again if you just let me live
Mike p spoke to me and I said I couldn't call it
Call it earl like a mother while I'm grippin the toilet
I need a 7-up, because my head is spinnin
Round and round I think I better sit down
My homey shot is alright, but I'm feeling faint
I guess he's used to it, but a nigga like quik ain't
K is on the phone, and teddy's at the door
Some fine ass bitches comin over at four
(I thought you ain't drinkin no more) yeah right
Because as soon as they come, we doin the same ol shit *tonite*

Tonight's the nite (yeah) *tonite*
Tonight is the nite (straight gettin fucked up, heyyy) *tonite*
Tonight's the nite (fuck that pass me that pina colada) *tonite*
(man I don't wanna fade that 8 ball no mo)
Tonight is the nite (that shit be fuckin a nigga up) *tonite*
Tonight's the nite (ahh yeah nothin but a party and I'm kickin it)
(what's up pete and greg) *tonite*
Tonight is the nite (how you livin? ) *tonite*
Tonight's the nite (hey somebody get that nigga a genuine draft)
(yeah) *tonite*
Tonight is the nite (and on that motherfuckin note, I'm outta here)
(see-ya) *tonite*

*tonite*
*tonite*
*tonite**tonite*

*tonite*
*tonite*
*tonite*

*tonite*
*tonite*
*tonite*

We out (what about peace? ) fuck peace nigga, give me another brew

(feat. Erick Sermon & Ham)

(Verse 1 - DJ Quik)
I know you like to do ecstacy, and then forget where you are
Be up in a room with a stripper, and your homie Lamar
Now that's a nasty threesome, a straight mis-match
Instead of bangin' on the broad, you'd rather open his hatch
And start packin'... and get some dookie on your tip
Don't look now, you got a loogie on your lip
Next time video tape it, let us all see it
This is Sir Herb, I'll put you on the web - you pervert
The number 23 on the beats, 'bout to do ya
Mister Blake A.K.A. DJ Quik talkin' to ya
And I'll prove I'm proper and yo game is whack with 1 line
I'll never put my name on a track that wasn't mine
This hip-hip shit, is getting stupid again
These niggas gun-tottin', fightin', gettin' rutless again
There's a message in the Big Book, didn't you read it?
It say if niggas don't remember the past, they gonn' repeat it
So I'm into ???ated
That ground heart-stated
And we all made it
If you want a hit, nigga, call David
The first name basis, depends on how the pay is
50 under the table do it enough, don't need a label
'Cause I rob from the rich and I... gives to the ?floor?
The ground-level ground shovel diggin' up some more
So let's stay focused 'cause the chip is the prize
Now put your shit in first, nigga, and shift it to rise
And like Frank Nitti, ?We 2-degree?
And you haters trippin' cause I got the key to the city
Not a sissy but the hoes keep callin' us pretty
And you mad 'cause the bitch got me on her titty
Mr. Troutman talk me talkbox, do why diddy!
And I'll tell you to your ear, nigga, you sound shitty
I'll take your hoe up to the room and show her no pity
So call me DJ Meow Mix 'cause we gets kitty (meow)
Scratchin' all the fleas off of these
Stayin' high off of trees
Top villian, and enjoyin' the breeze
And the time I'm spendin' in yo bitch, a supreme blast
In the back of my S-500 playin' Dreamcast

(Chorus)
You Ain't Fresh (7x)
You a busta, nigga!
You Ain't Fresh (7x)
You a busta, nigga!

(Verse 2 - Erick Sermon)
Yo, yo, I'm into somethin' new, hoppin' through
Quicker than the Compton Crew, and Y too
Yo, what you wanna do? You ain't fresh!
No contest - we cook like Raekwon the Chef
And write for the skills, get set for the kill
And prep for the meals, after that we chill
The E-R-I-C-K is my name, I spell
Bring it back like '92, with clientele
And keep shit right, and make sure the sound excite
Nigga in affect, like flashlight
Quik and I do it 'til death
In the house 'yall, blackin' out like Red & Meth
Thick-boned women, in jeans and linen
Yeah (whew!), make a nigga wanna go fishin'
And when I walk by, girls singin' a song
Like E... is like a phemomenon
Ugh, al around the world they be bumpin' to E
Shuttin' it down, right in your company
I blow through like a gust of wind, through doors
Tearin' down the roof, rippin' the floors
'Cause rap's no game, I pack heat, ain't afraid to pull it
For what packs, I packs full of bullets
Stop when I come through
Big, Black, motherfucker fresh for '99
You suckas!

(Chorus)
You Ain't Fresh (7x)
You a busta, nigga
You Ain't Fresh (7x)
You a busta, nigga

(Verse 3 - Kam)
Kam got get-back
So get up off my dick, rat
Nigga, that shit whack
You want a hit track?
Where Quik at?
Knick, knack, patty whack
I only bone dimes
How you tight? You don't even write your own rhymes
It's been a long time
Since you last heard from me
Like Bill ass Hillary, "what's up?"
Still love me, pretty young thang?
City I'm from bang
What's up, nigga?
Real G's don't wear titty and tongue rings
You's a fruity-o, you make the most excuses
And keep a studio full of ghost producers
Young boss heard
You was tryin' to floss, nerd
Hollerin' "which side is the realest?"
Who you steal that from? (Mausberg)
The street slang thief is your chief employment
You live a life full of grief after brief enjoyment
Fake gang bangers, when you see us, tuck all rags
Adios, buenos dias, fuck y'all fags!

(Chorus)
You ain't fresh
You ain't fresh...

[dj quik]
Oh yes I'm new and improved, and to a funky-ass groove
My name is quik and I'm smooth, and I'm makin yo' ugly bitch move
With the streets you can't lose, but if you still wanna choose
To be a sucka, I got a 380 punk, so duck her
And to you motherfuckers thinkin you wanna fade me?
I'm runnin the underground, so fool, you're crazy
And you better step, 'fore I beat you with a switch
And tie you up, and make you watch, while I'm fuckin yo' bitch
Cause I'm a low-pro nigga that you should not fol-low
Puttin suckaz in the wind cause my voice is hol-low
Put the pistol to your grill and your punk ass rolls
You grab my shit and I pull the trigger now you're missin a nose
And umm, I don't fear your crew because my back is got
Chasin nothin but the suckaz when we hit yo' spot
Yeahhhhh, straight bronx killa, mark ass niggaz can't check me
But gotta respect me, cause I'm way 2 fonky

Fonky - yeah, fonky.. you know I can't stop
Fonky - yeah, fonky.. you know I can't stop
Fonky - yeah, fonky.. you know I can't stop
Fonky - yeah, fonky.. yeah

[dj quik]
Now no sooner than I hit the fuckin streets
People be approachin me, all throughout the swap meets
Askin me shit like, when your new album comin out?
Is it different? is it dope? where yo' perm?
What you talkin bout?
I know you don't expect that a nigga gon' quit
Bein nothin less than funky and bangin out the dope-ass hits
Cause dj quik is a name that I take much much pride in
No egoes to hide in and no limos to ride in
Maybe a cutlass or two, but still the same ol' shit
And me unclever? no never, I'll have this talent forever
The producer get funky down to the last ounce
And I'm creative too - so I don't need mo' bounce
But to you suckaz in my city claimin I got a def wish
You should try again fool, you ain't hittin near this
Them wack ass tracks, make you sound like a monkey
Just a shot in the dark, from a punk-ass mark who ain't fonky

Fonky - yeah, fonky.. you know I can't stop
Fonky - yeah, fonky.. you know I can't stop
Fonky - yeah, fonky.. you know I can't stop
Fonky - yeah, fonky.. yeah

[dj quik]
Now when you records ain't that funky then it's easy to disrespect this
Cause you know that when I hit I didn't miss
Just like that I'm born and raised, you wish you could fade
And when you picked up that album cover you knew I was paid, tim
Cause we ain't goin out and we ain't stuck in that old school shit
That boring flavor that just don't hit
Cause this is ninety-two, and yes yo' style is through
And if your record ain't sellin well fool I thought you knew
That this is straight bronx killa, straight bronx murda
Yeah yo' city's a dump, and fool yo' shit don't bump
And 'member the jack the rapper? yeah, your punk ass sat
That's when my homeboy d, was bout to flatten yo' cap
And you apologized to him, started kissin his ass
Sayin you only dissed compton for the money, so he gave you a pass
But you ain't movin shit on the streets
Get off the nuts of my city with them wack ass beats that ain't fonky

Fonky - yeah, fonky.. you know I can't stop
Fonky - yeah, fonky.. you know I can't stop
Fonky - yeah, fonky.. you know I can't stop
Fonky - yeah, fonky.. yeah

Siide! Oh no, it's '98 y'all & we got some new shit
What we say? Yes ha ha fade the world in this motherfucker
that's right oh, check it out

-1-
Fuck what ya heard baby I'm DJ Quik
whether on T.V. or in these streets I'm still the shit
I went from drinkin' eight ball and makin' demos
to drinkin' Hennessey & Chivas Regal in the back of the limo
Gettin' my issue in life you can't hate that
and when I tell you about yo' self nigga you can't take that
'cause y'all be cross fadin' if you don't understand
you got a side and I got one but you be crossin'
over here to see what's in my hand
Yeah but that's cool too I gets my money on the double
that's what I do hittin' them brown bubbles and avoidin' trouble
hoes to choose with nothin' to lose
& a million mothafuckas wanna be in my shoes
But you don't understand, beyond the parties & cheer
I been broke my whole career breakin' bread with my peers
bought a '96 Impala the new SS
before the 20,000 mile mark I gave it to Sid
I could never bust a new shoe if my nephews ain't got 'em
Fila Jumpman Cortez yeah I'm comin' out the pocket
for my homies in the 'hood up on it when I'm around
'cause there's a difference between bein' a thug & bein' down now

Chorus
Bang bang boogie da bang da bang boogie to da
boogie bang boogie da bang fuck what you sayin' nigga
You's a gangsta!
No I'm not!
Nigga you's a gangsta!
No I'm not!
Nigga you's a gangsta!
<Repeat>

-2-
Just 'cause I kick it with killers don't mean that I do it
my occupation's a musician & I'm stayin' true to it
I went from bein' a rider to bein' a provider
while I was straddlin' the fence tryin' not to hit the divider
Just an impressionable human being tryin' to do right
every now & then I get my manhood tested in fights
like I used to have a beef with this cat named Eiht
and his homies approached me at the club El Rey
What was I to do I'm on stage & I'm doin' my thang
and this nigga's out in the crowd tryin' to hoo' bang
givin' it up for his homies & set trippin' too
but he wasn't from Rollin' 60's more like Tragney
I wonder what's his problem what he tryin' to say
Is this business personal or just Fuck Quik Day?
I approached him like a man & not like a nut
he turned around & put his drink down & straight knuckled up
In the dark club punches is flyin' all around
and even though it was me & him the rumors went 'round
and said I killed somebody now how that sound
How could I stomp somebody to death that's bigger than me
and I'm just a hundred & fifty five pounds tell me

Chorus

-3-
See some don't realize the power of lyrics
'cause when you rap about death you talkin' to spirits
You see you can say the things that can help us all ball
or you can say things that make it bad for us all
fix the problem the only way is come to the source
don't be a Trojan Horse help us change the course
everybody knows that it's bad in the 'hood
so check what you rappin' about if it ain't to the good
I did my part a long time ago I changed my views
ain't no gang bangin' & slangin' just hangin' with trues
give it up to my Creator & that you can quote
but mothafuckas still see me as a scapegoat
yeah like that night when Biggie died at Quincy Jones spot
like 400 other people yeah I heard some shots
broke away with the crowd nervous obviously
& the mothafuckas blamed it on me
What the hell!?!

Chorus

Check it out this song is dedicated to the two most prolific writers
in rap music history Tupac Shakur & the Notorious B.I.G.
It's also dedicated to the little homie from 60's
that lost his life at that party
Rest in peace y'all
And to MC Eiht when you get yo' head together maybe we can do a record
feel me I'm out

<DJ scratches> Bang bang ('til fade)

(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