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[ VERSE 1 ]
Now everybody wants to know the truth about a brother named Quik I come from the school of the sly, wicked and the slick A lotta people already know excatly where it's at Cause it's the home of the jackers and the crack (Compton) Yeah, that's the name of the hometown I'm goin down in the town where my name is all around The suckers just be havin a fit, and that's a pity But I ain't doin nothin but (claimin my city) See, my lyrics I'm doublin up and provin to suckers that I can throw I'm passin a natural ten or four or six or eight before I go Yes, I'm definitely freestylin, all the while still profilin Never a trickster, DJ Quikster steals the show So now that's how I'm livin I do as I please, you see A younger brother that's up on reality Cause everybody knows you have to be stompin If you're born and raised in Compton (Born and raised) (Born and raised) (Born and raised in Compton) (Where you from, fool?) (Compton) [ VERSE 2 ] Now Compton is the place where the homeboys chill, you see But then I found that it wasn't no place for me Cause way back in the day somebody musta wanted me to quit Because they broke in my house and cold stole my shit They musta thought that I was gonna play the punk role Just because my equipment got stole But I ain't goin out like no sucker-ass clown They found they couldn't keep a dope nigga down So here's some bass in your face, muthafucka silly sucker- Ass clocker, now you're duckin, cause you can't stop a brother Like the Quiksta, because I'm true to the game You're lame, and things ain't gonn' never be the same Cause a nigga like the Quik is takin over I really don't think I should have to explain It, oh yeah, I'm a dog, but my name ain't Rover And I'm the kinda nigga that's feelin no pain Sometimes I have to wear a bullet-proof vest Because I got the 'Cpt' sign written across my chest A funky dope brother never ceases to impress My name is DJ Quik, so you can fuck the rest I'm comin like this, and I'm comin directly Cause suckers get dain-bramaged if I'm doin damage quite effectively Rhymin is a battlezone, and suckers have no win Cause I'm a veteran from the C-o-m-p-t-o-n Kick it (Born and raised) Hell muthafuckin yeah Funky dope for the nine-ace DJ Quik is in the muthafuckin house Yeah (Born and raised in Compton) Yo, check this shit out Right about now I'd like to send a shout out to my buddy Teddy Bear What's up nigga? What's up KK? My buddy D We got AMG most definitely in the house What's up Pretty Greg and Big Baby Brian cold chillin Talkin about the Armstrong Pack Straight got my muthafuckin back To my buddy No Way what's up, fool Roche is in the house My buddy Donzelli You know what's happenin, fool What's up Itch And Tony Lang is chillin To my nigga Gangsta Wayne And my engineer Joe gettin busy on the flo' And last but not least I'd like to thank Shabby Blue And we out Peace |
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Here we go
Yo, a day in the life of a player named Quik I'm just a stubborn kind of fellow with a head like a brick And just because I drink the 8, they say that I'm hopeless But I don't give a fuck, so blame it on the loc-est Now this is how we do it when we checkin a grip Teddy Bear's in the house, so don't even trip We're bustin funky compositions as smooth as a prism So check it while I kick it to this funky ass rhythm It's Friday morning, the phone is ringin off the hook *brrrrrring* And AMG is puttin down girl rhymes in his notebook Or should I say dope sack, because we don't bust wack *brrrrrring* I pick up the phone and it's the D (whassup nigga?) He said he's comin down at about two on the dot So I'm about to rush the tub while my water's still hot And now I'm soakin, a brother like the devestatin DJ Quik ain't jokin Fuck with me on DSP and you'll get broken My name is Quik, but you can call me Daddy Yo open up the door, they think I'm Freak Man in a Caddy Now Freaky's in an El doggin shabbies in at Alco And everybody's sippin on a quart (here we go) D just came with a forty and a quart In addition to the three that Greedy just brought But I don't wanna start early, so I just might put my forty in the freezer cause I wanna get bent *tonite* Tonight's the nite (yeah) *tonite* Tonight is the nite *tonite* Tonight's the nite (yo when we gon get bent) *tonite* Tonight is the nite (aww yeah) And now I'm out of the tub up in a fancy freak Spray on some serious and put on my Girbaud jeans Sweatsuit, the gray one with the burgundy trim And it's a medium, fit me proper cause I'm nice and slim Five thirty on the clock and the sun is steadily sinkin And I am steadily thinkin about the 8 that I'll be drinkin You know I ain't ashamed and you know I ain't bashful So go on and pop the forty so I can pour me a glassful Ham is in the bedroom rollin up a stencil Fatter than a pinky and the length of a pencil Freakie lit it up and hit it one two three Shabby took a hit and then they pass it to me It's the bomb!!! Yo I can feel my senses Get numb!!! Yo fuck the forty ounce I need some rum!!! I'm chillin like a villain Here I come!!! And that's how I'm livin Tonight is the nite and I'm lookin real sporty Proper Friday evening and I'm ready to party Crusher came in with a handful of snaps Fuck it, let's shoot some craps (Yo what they in fo') A fin or a half (Yo shoot that ten nigga) Don't make me laugh Hi-C want a dove and he think that shit is funny But I'm seven and eleven and I'm takin niggaz money *tonite* Tonight's the nite (yeah watch me fuck the hoe) *tonite* Tonight is the nite (passin naturals on motherfuckers) *tonite* Tonight's the nite (yo, I'm unfadable) *tonite* Tonight is the nite (ahh let's break it down, so I can get funky) *tonite* Ahh yeah Givin em somethin they can roll on, hold on Wake up Saturday morning and I got a headache I can't believe that I'm sick from all the shit that I drank *last nite* Soon as I felt it comin on I should quit, it's true that a drunk ain't shit To the man up above, the whole thanks I give I'll never drink again if you just let me live Mike P spoke to me and I said I couldn't call it Call it Earl like a mother while I'm grippin the toilet I need a 7-Up, because my head is spinnin Round and round I think I better sit down My homey Shot is alright, but I'm feeling faint I guess he's used to it, but a nigga like Quik ain't K is on the phone, and Teddy's at the door Some fine ass bitches comin over at four (I thought you ain't drinkin no more) Yeah right Because as soon as they come, we doin the same ol shit *tonite* Tonight's the nite (yeah) *tonite* Tonight is the nite (straight gettin fucked up, heyyy) *tonite* Tonight's the nite (fuck that pass me that pina colada) *tonite* (man I don't wanna fade that 8 Ball no mo) Tonight is the nite (that shit be fuckin a nigga up) *tonite* Tonight's the nite (ahh yeah nothin but a party and I'm kickin it) (what's up Pete and Greg) *tonite* Tonight is the nite (how you livin?) *tonite* Tonight's the nite (hey somebody get that nigga a Genuine Draft) (yeah) *tonite* Tonight is the nite (and on that motherfuckin note, I'm outta here) (See-ya) *tonite* *tonite* *tonite* *tonite* *tonite* *tonite* *tonite* *tonite* *tonite* *tonite* *tonite* We out (what about peace?) Fuck peace nigga, give me another brew |
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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... |
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[DJ Quik]
Oh yes I'm new and improved, and to a funky-ass groove My name is Quik and I'm smooth, and I'm makin yo' ugly bitch move With the streets you can't lose, but if you still wanna choose to be a sucka, I got a 380 punk, so duck her And to you motherfuckers thinkin you wanna fade me? I'm runnin the underground, so fool, you're crazy And you better step, 'fore I beat you with a switch and tie you up, and make you watch, while I'm fuckin yo' bitch Cause I'm a low-pro nigga that you should not fol-low Puttin suckaz in the wind cause my voice is hol-low Put the pistol to your grill and your punk ass rolls You grab my shit and I pull the trigger now you're missin a nose and umm, I don't fear your crew because my back is got Chasin nothin but the suckaz when we hit yo' spot Yeahhhhh, straight Bronx killa, mark ass niggaz can't check me but gotta respect me, cause I'm Way 2 Fonky |
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[Johnny Ray]
Ha ha ha.. Yeah! Welcome to Club Hub City I'm your host, Johnny Ray, what you say, what you say? Yeah, all the ladies in the house tonight! Alright, we got a dedication going out to all these hoes With this big booty ha ha [DJ Quik] Now all you bad necks be tryin to give up the sex Just because you see me in that 94 Lex Actin like you all that but you knew me when you blew me But I can play your game you little undercover groupie I'ma cha cha with your ass while we sit for minute Then wait for the indication that you'll let up in it Then when we tongue kissin I'ma pullin it on out So when you try to lick my belly I'ma put it in you mouth You little freaky ass trick, lickin your own nipples I hit you with this dick and have you walkin like a crippled Pair of please dick, for fucin knee high dick, so give it a kiss And sign your name on the waiting list Then after that you can fuck my nigga Hi-C Then mista K and mista D and then it's back on me Cus this is the way that we play and you know So be down for the get down and let us hit you little ho you [Chorus: The Chocolate Lovelitez] This is for the ho in you In you.. the ho in you (the hoe baby) This is for the ho in you In you.. the ho in you (la da da) [Hi-C] I be the H to I to dash ya C Aint no other nigga nasty as me Now you can ask Quik or either AMG Who be hookin up orgies constantly So baby are you ready? I lay on you belly Peep out the puss, see if it's smelly If not, stick my middle finger up in the coochie Then take my tongue and lick ya down ya booty And worried about the dookie cus you just took a shower Workin your thang for a whole half hour I'm not like you girls that spit it out and take it out Girl, I aint mad you can do it in my mouth Ya never been done this way I took out my dick she called me Cunta Kintay And after I drop my knot I was off my balls and blow up the spot [Chorus: The Chocolate Lovelitez] This is for the ho in you In you.. the ho in you (This is for, this is for the ho in you) This is for the ho in you In you.. the ho in you [Gangsta D] Bitch, come down and take a ride with me And go on a journey with the Gangsta D But I tell ya, I got the switches hot Now here we go off to the spot Glock, is under the seat, cus I aint givin a fuck That's just another story But what about these hoes with these big butts that be givin it up Fuckin nigga after nigga all tossed up So what the fuck am I suppose to do? I don't bareback cus I don't wanna catch that flu That ya can't shake, so bitch you can miss me You better think again if you thinking you gon' kiss me Cus I gives a fuck, I never did never will You K tell him.. [KK] If pussy stank pussy kill [Gangsta D] So all you hoes, and you bitches and you trick tramp sluts It's the dick eat up, now.. [Chorus: The Chocolate Lovelitez and Sexy Leroy] This is for the ho in you [You girl] In you.. the ho in you (This is for the ho in you) This is for the ho in you [And you and you] In you.. the ho in you [And you yeah, yeah](This if for thaaaa) This is for the ho in you [Is strickly for the ho] In you.. the ho in you [All you](This is for, this is for, this is for the ho) This is for the ho in you In you.. the ho in you [And you, and you, and you and you and you too] [Sexy Leroy] Wait a minute, ha! We like to thank Each and every one of you hoes for comin out to Club Hub City I am Sexy Leroy, backed up by the fantabulous Chocolate Lovelitez Give it up for The Chocolate Lovelitez Yeah, yeah, yeah Now I know some of you hoes are wonderin where we goin after the show, ha You know where the limo is, baby, right outside Yeah, and there's enough room for you, you, you, and you too Aww sucky Thank you, thank all you hoes for comin out Well, I'd like to tell you hoes take it easy out there And fellas if you hit somethin Put a little somethin, somthin on Cus everything will be right on right on Aw hoes go home |
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Quik:
My name is Quik & I be moving fast like a race car but I'm top seed #1 like the pace car Whether you up on me or you chillin' way far you can tell almost immediately that I'm aced off So listen muthafucka why you comin' off hard my objective is to catch you off guard get covert & infiltrate yo' clique crack yo' shit & mack yo' bitch Now tell me could you conceive a nigga all up in her beaver givin' her the love fever for hours at a time before I take a breather and when she tell me she loves me I don't believe her 'Cause I rock in stereo or mono hot like gonno- rhea burnin' everytime you take a pee uh So when you see a nigga out with his girl then baby play like you don't know me & we'll keep in a twirl because baby I go deeper than the deep blue seas Baby do you really wanna play the flute on me? I'll give you a sack & take it back & you'll die to get it little punk 'cause I'm fly with it Chorus When we come up we gettin' down down down Step in the club they give us pound pound pound Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown & round DJ Quik & AMG with a brand new sound (repeat) AMG: I told her don't chase it but you can place it in between your jaws to taste it or leave it in the basement I be the riddler that's too familiar get in the middle of ya and then I diddle ya, dick ya down 'til it tickles smack the booty with no pimples caress ya back then rub ya nipples Baby I'm a crack fiend get the KY & if I'm at a jiggalo baby say hi fly like a eagle in a Range Rover or a Regal lookin' for the party people & when I catch ya baby girl you should feel lucky we can make love but don't forget to fuck me 'cause you got more bounce than Roger Troutman I don't know when it's in or out and soak me baby give me that good thang ain't nothin' wrong with a coochie bang 'cause Suga Free, Mausberg, Quik & the AM definitely knows how to play 'em 'cause we went from demos to limos to luxuriousies to models from Milan on they knees Chorus When we come up we gettin' down down down Step in the club they give us pound pound pound Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown & round AMG & Mausberg with a brand new sound (repeat) Mausberg: Oh you didn't know that I'm the bomb baby well take a toke of this D-I- & you gon' be feelin' flizie 'cause I be's Mausberg the superior steppin' through the club pound pound so ya fearin' us but don't trip we keep the vibe right Baby buy me some Remy & if yo' baby daddy trippin' tell him beep me 'cause I be's Black & Tone & swift up on my toes G'd up in alligate's and steel toes Can I get a pound pound? (pound pound) If Free the flyest who am I? (You the realest) Look into my eyes & tell me what do you see oh you jockin' my entourage DJ Quik & AMG well get yo' groove on 'cause I ain't hatin' on the homies when that 9-5th drop you & yo' sister gon' be on me all I wanna do is slide up in & slide back out slap you in yo' face & stick it dead in yo' mouth You think I'm bullshittin' well meet me after my show bring yo' lips to that all white stretch limo so we can ride, slide, dip & glide Booyah! and do our thang 'cause my whole clique fly Chorus When we come up we gettin' down down down Step in the club they give us pound pound pound Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown & round Mausberg & Suga Free with a brand new sound (repeat) Suga Free: It feel good don't it? It ain't no good if it ain't good enough to put the proper good on it peep how I struck up bitch jump in the air stay there until I tell you come down & when you do you shut the fuck up She'll sell a nice dream but bitch you'll have better luck tryin' to find 2 Pac than me buying you somethin' off the ice cream truck Oxygen you leave 'lone leave me 'lone before I lock you in that little bitty box again Don't let up y'all just keep her soakin' wet up playa playa & tell her when she need to shut up don't lighten up naw nigga you better you better tighten up Throw ya head back back back back lean it to the side hey playas (Yeah!) tell 'em that we fly (We fly!) Ooooh catastrophe! Bitch rather slide down a slide of razor blades into a pool of pimp piss but this hoe had the audacity to ask me for a dollar even though that's all I had left These greedy lying ass hoes'll fifty cents yo' ass to death! Chorus When we come up we gettin' down down down Step in the club they give us pound pound pound Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown & round and we come to hit the world with a brand new sound (repeat) |
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(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> |
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(re-make of Eazier-Said-Than-Dunn by Eazy E)
My name is Quik yeah this is true Keepin' your attention is what I'm gonna do Hardcore yo I could never be soft Askin' me my defin' they say the boy goes off Fillin' up my memo with the touch of my rhyme Suckaz stayin' with me cause they know the time Quiet on the set because I'm about to begin And if you didnt hear me boy I'll tell you again My name is Quik or just call me Q But It doesn't really matter to you Cause I'm the same person Whether serious or rehearsin' I just gotta keep cursin' This is for the radio so I better chill They won't play it if I co get ill But I'm like that and thats an actually fact Because the street is where my heart is at Yo I don't do dope but I'm dope not a dope But I'm doper than anybody who trys to cope If the rhyme I'm dispayin' And the beat thats playin' Yo you could try all day and you still won't match up with the Ruthless P.O.W. Cause Quik's doin it Compton style Thats the city and you say you could get some yo It's Quik-er Said Than Dunn. (Chorus) Wooooooo! Wooooooo! They made it easy for me to get my point across So listen up close if ya don't ya might get lost I'm not a role model nore a Dr. Seuss But i'm not a gangsta and I'm about to get stupid I guess its time for the trama With the Q-U-I-K comma Now thats drama so pay attention By the way I must mention I'm comin' off hard in the third dimension With the glare but you don't need no glasses to stare It'll probably take you in and it's just like your there With the Q on the Compton tip So if you think I'm a flip or slip don't even trip Cause I'm a destroyer My homie Theo is a dj not a lawyer dope fly employer On the (static) thats my station To get the money, the women, while we dippin round tha nation Boy, Mister Quiks of toys I mean str8 while ya suckin' with the girls enjoy You must be sick or ya lonely How ya gone still my name if ya don't even know me (Dj Quik: Blak Tone) (Blak Tone: What sup) Get the gat show 'em where it's at and that's just the sound and next time I'm peelin ya cap to let ya know where I'm comin' from Quik said it and it shall Be Dunn. (Chorus) Wooooooo! Wooooooo! Creatin dope jams are the part of the cycle Quik-er said than dunn yeah thats the title Rubbin' the lady's only the fly ones ya know (M.C. Ren: but would if she's ugly) If she come she a ho Don't ask to battle me home boy what's that you wanna battle me boy ya better be strapped cause where I'm from it ain't all about that playin' (*gun shots*) now that's what I'm sayin' Sevy thought that I was born in '73 now everybody want's to know the A-G-E Girls on the tip fellaz too it seemed had everybody thinkin' I was only 15 The fellaz would annoy me the ladyz would adore me and what was I to do I wishin' nothin' ladies do cause the ladiez I luv 'em nice and then soft I hate male groupies so just step the hell off I'm the real Quikster cause others be fakin' tryin' to game fame off the name I'm makin' sayin' on your records you could get some Yo home boy its Quik-er Said Than Dunn. (*Ove chorus- Just a Quik Dedication. To tha creator of Gangsta Rap music. Mr. Erik Eazy E Wright. That's how its done.) (Chorus) Wooooooo! Wooooooo! |
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I rough voco, for my locos. My nigga Hi-C, 2nd II None, AMG And the Q-U the new You knew I (?) to any particular groove I came ok now Check it if you want to but it's all in vein Because me game is stil the same Perfection! Fill me as I fill you in I never rode a pony but I'm genuine So give me just a little bit of nicotine And a sticky greeen And I'm a hit it with the icky cream Booyah I hit her on the neck with a whip And made the hooker jump without a safety net Hit the ground break her back Get up and do it again because she can really take a shot on the chin caffeine cappucino chase it with some no-doz Up all night like the moon glows Searching for new hoes They really want to follow my lead indeed and give a nigga just what I need Chorus: When I'm on speed I'm faster then most And I can rock a party from coast to coast The Q-U-I-K is the name I spell 124 beats per minute I rock well Because I'm tight to the second power When I hit the liquor And I don't serve emcees I'm serve dickas Bang bang boogie When I hit a shot of loogie And the Booger try to put it on me But I get that moves to show her I flaunt it like Noah I strut backside like a Boa Constrictor when I dicked her down Game feel just like a circus clown when I work this Jack of all trades Master to few Test these test these 1, 2 Gettin down with my nigga AM to the G in the PM Hookers wanna see him Big cat callin Superfat ballin Indeed Give us what we need When I'm on speed Chorus 4x Faster then the concord On board Call me the pilot Baby better let me know shes excited In the testerosa Sipppin memosas Girls want me to sign posters International with the steelo Got hookers from Cancoun to Reo Fire (?ignite it?) But we don't even try it You can't but it Got freaks have to hide it Hit the weed up Then turn the speed up The booty from the backs the only way I eat up Quicker than Jackie Chan I search off the Goochi like a rubber band You want to be more than the average man But the hoe needs more a job in a man And a retirement plan So baby don't cry the blues Cause I know a gang of hoes in your shoes Chorus 4x La da la da da da ('till fade) |
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(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 |
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[DJ Quik]
Yes, MGD is the beer for me Ah, MGD is the beer for me (that's right) MGD is the brew for me (that's right) I'm the Q-to-the-U-to-the-I-to-the-K, okay? Each day I play my way, that's the fly way And I'm older than a motherfucker, but they still ask me for my ID, when I buy MGD, feel me? Cause I've got {?} in my family (uh-huh) And I've got bitches that's finer than Vanity (hmm) Plus I'm not living above my means (no) buying Rolexes and rings Flossing cars that I can't afford, lovin these bitches and whores You know, I never broke myself to see no ho Never did time, never took no pride in bein cruised Don't give a fuck about a pink slip, loose lips sink ships Hundred miles at least, when I sign a new lease I never, trick off my fanny with these bitches You got to be clever, gots to keep yo' mind on your riches And stop doin the things that keep you broke And keepin niggaz names in yo' mouth you shouldn'tve spoke, no doubt I'm dope In this game 8 years, some of my peers have moved on I procede to succeed, I stay within my zone I'm the baddest motherfucker, yet it's me that you despise Look within yourself and find out why you wear that dumb disguise [Chorus 2X: DJ Quik] No doubt (no doubt) I got somethin for ya mouth No doubt (no doubt) I got somethin for ya mouth No doubt (no doubt) I got somethin for ya mouth Now run and tell 'em what I'm all about [Playa Hamm] From the low bottoms, to the skies I got 'em open On the scrotum they blowin like it's chronic, high hopin The P never leaves, be conceivin 'em like intercourse Up in somethin, keep 'em cummin, Playa Hamm be the source of the force you now witness - and this is just, another stone in the succession of the nutties I bust The homies told me don't put no cut on it, keep it raw If you want 'em bangin, P clique swangin down the shore Tricks out here, tryin to make hits Instead of makin it hard hittin, and perpetratin frauds when they spittin The game is full of twisters and misters quick to do low Victims of vendettas and busters infraredders you know what type of forty it is, when in the presence of the G's, pushin P's, players we be the essence Fo' life, it's the JB and pimpin Carl When LTD we havin it all, no doubt [Chorus] - Playa Hamm instead of DJ Quik [Suga Free] Now I'ma tell ya STRAIGHT UP! One nigga planned on havin hands on messin with what I stand on, but trick you fin' ta get ATE UP! I, feel like {?} but this pimp ahead of me has {?} To within an inner trace of the mind, disintergrates her kind like battery acid You never got no money from a ho, or seen my {?} with some spokes {?} buddy be somethin broke, I'm a pimp but you don't know YOU BETTER STAND UP, now empty out your purse I told you GET OUT I don't trust yo' ass, now throw yo' hands up Take it to the bump-bump-be-ba-dump, haha Brrrrrrrrrt, dip, gimme my chips! HahahahahaHAAAAAAAAA! Witchcraft Now let me see what I can check you wit now Excuse me baby but, didn't I look you in yo' eyes and tell you what you was? Told you somebody sent you, but this here's what a pimp does Ho what you cain't see me wit it? Why? Probably cause I stay G'd up from the street up, and subject to make yo' trick go get it [Chorus: Suga Free] No doubt (no doubt) I got somethin for ya mouth No doubt (no doubt) I got somethin for ya mouth No doubt (no doubt) I got somethin for ya mouth Now run and tell 'em what I'm all about No doubt (no doubt) I got somethin for ya mouth No doubt (no doubt) I got somethin for ya mouth No doubt (no doubt) - somethin for ya mouth Now let my name {?} like some dookie in yo' mouth HAHAHAHA HAAAAAAAA! AHHHHHHHHHHH DJ Quik, Hi-C, Tony Lane, stay in somethin Playa Hamm, ohhh Bubba Brown Clue Dog, Peter Gunz as well El DeBarge what's up baby? Ain't nuttin but a party up in here, yeah See my fingernails done baby, ahh, watch how ya pants feel damp Look out girl |
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