Dj Quik

(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

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)

Aiy, can you say gangsta shit? (Gangsta shit) Say gangsta shit
(Gangsta shit)
Can you say gangsta shit? (Gangsta shit) Say gangsta shit (I ain't
sayin no mo')
We bout to step up - and move on, y'know
We bout to step up - and move on, ha hah!
We bout to step up - and move on, y'know, We bout to step up, hmm..

Now I still be knockin bitches like it ain't shit (it ain't shit)
Because I'm dynamic, I program it, and make a hit
Whether I'm in Dada jeans or crape silk slacks
Flyness be the reason that my shit cracks, cause
when I'm on the beats I'm fuckin all y'all up (all y'all up)
Then I get up on the mic and scoop up all your mutts (all your mutts)
I make you so saditty bitches wanna shake y'all butts
(shake y'all butts) And you make you ballin niggaz wanna grab your lux
Hangin with bangin niggaz that bring the heat for real
And if you ain't gotta make a chip on my beats no deal
Cus I negotiate everything with no fuss (fuss!)
Spend 20 G's on my record, it's gold - plus (plus!)
Fuckin every competitor on the stage - up (up!)
Then I come to your city and get laid - up (up!)
Give it everything I got to stay paid - up (up!)
And if you feelin a nigga then say whaaat? (What!)

*As we mooove toward the light With broads on our right (broads on
our right)
And haters to the left we part the way (we part the way)
Put aside our prestige (prestige) We're really M-A-D (lit up)
From the cage to the stage we come to play

(AMG let 'em know) Wit more bounce than a b-ball, me and Q see-saw
Thick or slim, I clown hoes wit a hee-haw Relax, the Roley's real
Cartier tank, platinum and steel I'll buzz up in the club, now I'm up
in the hill
Headquarters, look at how we footin the bill
Crem de la crem, who you with? Baby girl him?!
Hop yo' ass in the rag Jag, come to the gym I ain't wit you fo' love,
uh uh
Cause if I wasn't me, you'd probably be callin me a scrub
But you love the marble tubs, and the marble flo's
You'se a copper bitch, tryin to be a platnum hoe
Head to toes, and dont nobody wear no Girbauds no mo'
Take that shit back; baby have a six pack
I can't even say no more, where my dick at?

*Repeat (broads on our right, we part the way, we lit up!, we come to
play)

Ay.. we been doin this shit since we was little boys
So don't even trip us nigga, do your own shit
Gettin down for the crown ain't a puzzle for me
And you bitch niggaz can't put a muzzle on me
Cus when I'm gone on the vodka and the grape juice
I make the world rock when I let a tape loose
They say ghetto niggaz is desperate and we shiesty
But I turn down every celebrity bitch I see Choppin game with my
nigga Mr. AMG
And poppin dames in the coochie if it's F-A-T, fo' sho'

Tres-zero-cuatro, I got cho' lady friends with new Mercedes mint
(What?)
All five-double-oh's, watch these pretty toes
Hoes getint liquified (nut up) mystified (shut up)
Stick and slide, if I mince my ride (hey)
I'ma play you forever, wood and the leather
Me and DJ Q, and the rest of the crew (Quik and AMG, yeah it's plain
to see)
We make G's like Donald T, bitch! (We make G's like Donald T, bitch!)

*Repeat (Oww!, with broads on our right, we part the way, oh yeah, we
lit up
Quik and AMG, we come to play)

And play well

We come to play How you gon' play without us baby?
We do our thing 10 years in the game
And ain't nuttin changed Q, tell them how we feel, nigga

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)

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

Ah, this song is for all them bitches out there
That think a nigger really supposed to pay they way through life
You know, like that "Scrub" shit
It's also dedicated to that chicken head bitch that wrote the lyrics

As we proceed, to give you what you need
Gettin down to my beats, as we bring the heat

[Hook]
Make it bounce, bounce, drop it, pop it, on the side
Make it bounce, bounce, grab it, slap it, on the side

[DJ Quik]
This is dedicated to a bad hoe
From you don't recognize? I'ma let chu know
Always DJ Q-U-I-K
Get in my room now and do what I say
Get your ass up out of that chair
Peel them clothes off layer by layer
Article by Article, till I say no
Leavin you over exposed like the (whooo?)
There is sex in the champagne room
Me and my homies gonna run a damn train soon
Foursome goin down, Oh my gosh
Y'all get posh I'll just watch
Talk about the hoes, well I didn't wanna do it
But now I gotta put y'all back into it
Your nothin' meaningful(No)
What you screamin' fo?(hm?)
Really as if you didn't know

Chorus:

The Sexuality is(You know the trouble I get you in)
The reason you got the kids(They got a whole lotta jokers too)
There's somethin' more that you do
(You know, when you put that little twist on it)
That make the niggas wanna fuck you

[DJ Quik]
You say you need a side job, make an extra knot(Money)
Clubbin at the jet strip horny niggas stop(Funny)
Hop stop it, drop it like it's hot
Get burned then you gotta go in and get a shot
Lookin' for a husband and lickin on your tity
Fuckin' each and every other nigga in the city
How the hell you think your boyfriend gon take it
You hear a fast song, Get up and get naked
Selling you a nice drink while you eat it up
Negotiate with you for a minute then beat it up
Underground laws the rules still apply
Mackin' is an art reserved for the fly
She don't know why you tryin' to harm her(Dumb)
Lookin' for a dick in shinin' armor
Yeah, the same that be saying you with dick on your breath
Bitch either get dropped or get left

Chorus:

The Sexuality is(You know the way you keep grinding on niggas)
The reason you got the kids(And you bound to have a couple of 'em)
There's somethin' more that you do(You know when you pop that thang)
That make the niggas wanna fuck you(And the girls do to)

Hook 3x

[DJ Quik]
Oh with out a doubt she lives to cum
I'ma be mad if she gives you some?
Dude you could have this trashy bitch
Put a down payment on her make me rich
Thank you for helping me to change my mind
You're not my ego, hoe fuck yo' kind
Can't get mad if the bus don't come
I'ma just bail cus I trust no one
Cus everything that come up out your is a lie
You spend a lot of time with your stomach to the sky
Lookin for a nut wit a nut comin' out a nut
Gotta nutty broke nigga sprung with her sorry butt
Bitch, you just been warn
Another Suga Free has just been born
And I bet you couldn't keep your pussy ol' shut
With a pair of grippliers
Bitch you tired

Chorus:

The Sexuality is(You know when you take yourself out there)
The reason you got the kids(And you bound to have a couple of 'em)
There's somethin' more that you do
(You know when you put it up for sale)
That make the niggas wanna fuck you
(Talk about buy one and get one free)
The Sexuality is(You aint nuttin but a Goddamn ride)
The reason you got the kids(And you look like you rent it often)
There's somethin' more that you do
(Oh your mama need her ass whooped)
That make the niggas wanna fuck you
(Don't sing it though, she's just as bad, ol' tryflin' bitch)

(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...

(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!

(feat. Mausberg & AMG)

[DJ Quik]
Hey!
You got that see through style that I can stare through (right through)
Produce a track on you, I don't care to (I won't do it)
But I'm sympathetic to your needin'
'Cause it ain't me your wife keeps turnin' down
While she's tellin' you she bleedin' (she's lying to you)
It ain't my fault I'm lookin' 23 and twenty-fo'
All day long hottest tracks rockin' any show (true)
Notorious for making bitches horny
While you lookin' old walkin' through that corn lookin' corny (look at that nigga)
And it's more than obvious that you're jealous
But don't hate my style, don't hate my money, don't hate my fellas
We do what we gotta do to get where we're goin' for us
To be where we need to be at...believe that
Stop beggin' for a beat you can't afford it (uh uh)
They hotter than them pretty red Dada's I be sportin' (uh huh)
'Cause I got the home court and when I'm rappin'
On my own tracks mothafucka I feel like Jordan!

Music cuts off

Music returns

[Mausberg]
Now what lack that I'm the realest
On top of game you fuckin' my vibe off with them homosexual ways
Me and my nigga...we on some new improved shit
Makin' you groove shit, get paid and move quick
Nigga you gettin' mad 'cause I'm shakin' my belly
In a stretch navigator makin' moves on the celly
Talkin' to Stan, Tone and Quik on a conference call
Get ready dogg, you ponic 'bout to take off
Took the crown back, tucked it and ready for war
Bustin' over 2 cars, a house note and probably more
I wanna see the Madd Rapper step in my hood
So I can take him fo' a shit and all them coward niggas good
Love madresta, Kam and Crunk Dogg
Respect a nigga who done been through war
Sportin' a battle scar
But there's a lotta fake niggas, sportin' a fake crown
Straight up out the swapmeet, bustin' on wack underground

Music cuts off

Old man & young man Speaking

Music returns

[AMG]
Yeah, uh
I been around the whole damn world in a day
Partied wit players and haters, told 'em the rules of the game
Some in the vein, like this shit is a drug
You can catch me in the new 500 on dubs
I'm up in the club
Wanna get naked and smoke
Notice, you never see a nigga there when he broke
UH UH!
Somebody told me these hoes wanted to hold me
If a real player dress like Goldie, y'all niggas throw in a oldie
SHIT!
Niggas wanna clown, clown, clown
You can find me at down, down, down
Dot com, bring ya mom (uh huh)
She wanna see too, cartier see through
Poppa in the beat
Oh shit, it's a thrill
Tonight a couple of mill
When we party in the grill
Livin' life's like a skill
Too much, cruder name
But baby I betcha
Fuckin' wit this money here, oh c'mon man I gotta getcha

Now if I broke my leg, tell me, would I be carried?
And would you still love, baby, if I was married?
Or will I make the shot even if I was hurried?
And will I still be remembered even after I'm buried?
They got me waking up in the morning getting loaded
Got me worrying so hard sometimes I'm feeling like my brain exploded
But I'm a break it down, fix it and re-roll it
And show you haters out here that I control it
I'm in this for something so different that you couldn't imagine
The style, the flyness, the beautiful hoes The pile, the higness, the
pitiful lows
That keeps a major player like me up on his toes
No, not quite, I want my props on the merit of the hands
That I use to mould myself to the spirit of a man
I'm just a tiny grain of sand under my God
The one who keeps me humble, keeps me up and working hard
It's alright to be in love with yourself
But when your sex life gets bad you ain't on the shelf
Lose your addictions, clean spirit's a must
Shed your inhibitions and come bounce with us
We trying to have fun from Japan to Compton
With no more evil cause it salts the program
See I never went back to something that burned out
And I ain't never did a party I ain't turn out

*Things I used to do, I don't do no more
Places I used to go, don't move me like before
Ahh, but it's gonna be rough

From the bottom to the top, top to the bottom
Real homeys don't forget about the ones who thought about em
Rags to riches, riches to rags I apologize for hurting your feelings,
little fag
Back in the day we was young thinking everything was cool
Ditching school, puffing beadies and drinking brew
Afraid of the bomb izm but we tried it
Ain't no sense in denying it, I loved that environment
Take a look back and damn near shed a tear
Reminiscing on the past time, year after year
When we grew up, things have changed
You in the penitentiary, I be dwelling in the rap game
Started at the same path but I chose to go right
Looking for money and fame cause I'm a rider for life
And all the slanging and banging and fucking rats in the past
I shook it to the left and I ain't looking for a pass

*Repeat

Now I just want to do my best whether it's work, play or either
And I ain't trying to be no preacher cause they ain't perfect neither
One of the coldest entertainers that I done seen yet
With the skill to rock the fellas and make the ladies sweat
But there's a method to the madness that I suffer from
Making the hardest dudes tremble and even tougher run
It's called the spirit and it's fly, and it's making me bigger
Keeping me from stressing out and throwing nuttys on niggas
Ain't religion for me unless it's all to the good
Cause I'm an open-minded ex-G with my sights on the hood
Trying to keep the little YGs out of the line of the fire
Even if it means I'm gonna take the hit, leak and expire
Now I see what Top was saying before he left his hole
That we'll shine like glitter, my nigga, but keep your soul
Don't give another nigga control of your gold
Share your parties with the world and watch you get swirled

*Repeat

(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

(feat. deBarge)

[El Debarge]
How many times I had to tell you baby
I ain't got nothin' to prove to you, no no
Doin' the things you know is going to drive me crazy
Thinkin' I don't need the shit you're going through

When I come home at night, I try to lay my head down
You do the things that keep me awake
It's like you love to hear me argue for survive(?), girl
How much am I supposed to take?

If you feel like I feel you wouldn't act this way, girl
Is this the price I have to pay?

Ah, baby, but

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
All I want to do is
Make sure that nothing's wrong with my kids
So we can get along and still be friends

[DJ Quik]
I stuck around 'coz I thought things were going to get better
I should have had more trust in me, uh uh oh oh
I know you tricked around when we went through our thing
Steady stealing time with him but you were coming home to me

You didn't care what I thought you had to have your way girl
You had your cake and ate it too
I still try to look out although you did me wrong
Getting even just ain't cool

If you feel like I feel you wouldn't act this way, girl
Ain't nothing left for me to say

But to tell you that

[Chorus]

[interlude]

[Chorus] - 2X

[DJ Quik]
All of my children, yeah yeah
Make sure that nothing's wrong with all my childrens
Yeah, you're my babies
Make sure nothing's wrong
With my children
Coz you know I love them
You know I can't live without my children, yeah
Ooooohhhh

Ladies & gentlemen, boys & girls, pimps playas & women of the night,
welcome to the world of Rhythm-al-ism.
Now since this is my intro, I'ma do somethin' a little crazy check it
out.
We gon' show off a little bit now watch it,
'cause these ain't no studio tricks. Hmph.

I glide smooth over any groove to prove that I can keep
on flowin' lyrics to the rhythm like a ride never tongue tied
chillin' with the D K.K. AMG Suga Free Hi-C El D in the
P-E-N-T-H-O-U-S-E You'll see a whole 'nother different
other side of me 'cause this is only part of me I snap
my fingers twice and like a bird your bitch'll fly to me
because she's overwhelmed you know I gets the round
when I kick it my name is Quik & ask the chicken to
let me stick it when she trick it my boys can hit the chicken
roll deep like a Navy SEAL got her squirmin' like a eel
to kiss her on the cheek is rather pin I rather rub my hand
go way up in her skirt & make her scream so scream hoe up
If I trick another track it keep her coming back girls keep
pubbin' it suckas steadily rubbin' it & I'ma keep rubbin' it in
yo' face got it tight with the "-isms" hmph now welcome
to the world of the RHYTHM-AL-ISM!!!!!

Ain't no puzzle y'all, we, uh, groovin off the spirituality, and it
feels good.
I got somethin to say though.

It's time for somebody to take over the West Coast power with fly
style,
And I'm the one, been here for years so check your file
Cuz I'm the kinda nigga with a strong desire
To nutt up, light a torch, and set the world on fire!,
See me bouncin in my 'Vette, Doin' donuts in the middle of a seater
Wit Rolarita, tryin' to find some place to eat her
Cuz I'm freaky with a capital L
I'll eat that poor little Piper Peter til there ain't nothing left
I'm nasty
See, we gets better when you think we hot,
And we got more cheddar than they think we got
Cuz see we make the kinda money that when we withdrawl
They notify the feds cuz it's too much y'all
What you call a stash, we call the petty cash,
Spend five or six figures a month ain't nothing gash
Party all night, then we sleep all day,
Drink Corona X for breakfast then we ready to play
I still like a green eyed big ol' titties and thighs
Big ol' nigger, little heart, and I'm big into thighs
So shoot your game baby girl, don't be scared to take a pet
You never know, it just might be wet

*We still party, It get's high
Sometimes we don't feel grown-up and that's no lie
So we party, 'til we die
Cuz life is much too short for you to not be fly

Now other night I be drunk off a gallon a Moet
I can still make the beats stink like some salmon croquette
Go to the hood and get all the kids that I can fit
In a limo take 'em to the store and buy 'em some shit
Give 'em a demo of my new shit cuz it's the shit
And let 'em know that they the shit and they can make hits cuz it
ain't shit
I gotta keep the cycle goin, baby doll,
whichever way that they be blowin' under,
Higher than a motherfucker, Mr. Dante,
C'mon B back me up pitch in everyday,
Whether it's hot, whether it's cold, Whether it's soft, whether it's
bold,
Whether it's new, whether it's old, Whether it's GOLD, or platinum,
stack 'em,
Dante, baby dog, we be fly, Freestylin' like a motherfucker don't ask
why,
Cuz this ain't Budweiser, "BUD", "WEIS", "ER",
"Did you see the, thighs on her?" We nastier then a motherfucker baby
doll,
Can I freak your shit, and, uh, break the shit the wall down?
Up to the compound?, uh huh Elements, Feel my elephant, hahaha

*Repeat

Now can y'all feel that? See, ain't nothing but God mackin' goin' on
right
now, see? Da game is to be told and not sold dependin' on which game
it is,
and we gon' keep it way real, you know? Cuz' it ain't no doubt in
nobody's
mind that I'm a very blessed individual, there. If we don't turn it
around and
give it back than we can't we can't go forward, it's up to you.
That's what we
do everytime we get on this microphone, we let 'em know that we might
be
street rappers, but we are very much in order, and we got somethin'
to say. So
if you feelin' me like we feelin y'all, get yo ass up on the ball.
Time to
take this shit back. All of it. Cuz it was ours to begin with. Don't
sleep
baby. Don't sleep homey. Now when the hook come back again,
youknowwhati'msayin?

*Repeat (x3)

Yo, this is dj quik
And quite frankly
I think we gotta be some of the baddest motherfuckers
That ever fuckedwith rap music
Cause this album right here is on some old cool shit
If you don't believe me
Just give me three and a half seconds and I'll show you
You ready?

One, one and a half
Two, two and a half
Three, three and a half

Uh
Yeah
Got my niggas 2nd ii none up in this bitch
My nigga peter gunz
That's right
Amg, el debarge, playa hamm, hi-c, suga free
Check this shit out

I'm like fries in a skillet
Much too hot to hold
I'm strong and I'm handsome and black
Plus I'm bold
A mental case
Sometimes stressin
But then I flip
Because you got to go crazy on hollywood for your grip
And you know ain't no room in my mirror for your face
And if I got y'all confused like rubik then state yo case
Yet creepshow suckas keep tryin to submerge mine
But I can hold my breath for a long time
I emerge with treasures and coins
A thick sack
And your life ain't mine to take
Now kick back
Cause if it don't make dollas
Sucka you know the poem
Cause either you pimpin this game
Or you just hoin
Now get up outta mine
Nigga
I'm the bomb
Droppin heat on your homeboys
And spreadin like napalm
Cause I got more styles than your car's got miles
And i
Got more styles than a hotel's got towels
Cause I kicks it in

So many ways (uh huh and we can flip it in)
So many ways (cause we can rock a party)
So many ways (got bomb for everybody)
So many ways (now baby can you feel it in)
So many ways (cause you know we can deal it in)
So many ways (and I can make your body numb in)
So many ways (cause you ain't never heard a nigga come)
So many ways (ah hah, ah hah)

I'm chillin, mackin, stackin up these ends
I gotta check and I gots no time for no friends
I bust a trick
Make her bounce like a low-low
While I'm twisted off that bud
Countin money at the mo-mo
No flow so
Ain't no need to tell the po-po
Believe me bra'
All the snitches get the fo-fo
Now here we come again
With a brand new twist
On guard
I rock the party like this
With so many ways to get paid
I hustle for days
The tenth of the month I get my government aid
And the used-to-be-crooks
I'm puttin money on they books
Cause satan got busy
And many souls got took
We shook up the world
I did it with my partner for his sons and my daughter
You don't have to be no baller
To kick it with me
See, I stay real g
D forever feedin all you punk hoes misery

So many ways (I can get busy)
So many ways (I gots to get the scrilly)
So many ways (we can have a mardi-gras)
So many ways (cause I can rock the party y'all)
So many ways (tell me can ya feel it in)
So many ways (I gots to make the dividends)
So many ways (you know I keep it real in)
So many ways

I was known for triple m shots
And straight plottin
But hitten em hoes had me wastin up a knot
And all these figaros crow
Waitin to get hot
Now it's cool
You got your spot
Without that funky cock
And that dramatic experience
You and him went through
Ain't got nothin to do with the k
So keep cool little girl
This ain't no hollywood play
Girls who wear reps
And play them sucka games you play
Catch the redline metro rail
Blaze a trail
I can feel you ain't real
And I can tell
>from meetin different people
Figures to throats
Scandalous to the rich
Goodhearted to the broke
And these young and old folk
They like to hear good music
If it's weak lose it
But if it's bumpin choose it
But don't abuse it
And try to take it to the brain
If you do you'll be caught up in a strain
And be hangin on my thang in

So many ways (now watch me put it down in)
So many ways (you know I like to get my clown in)
So many ways (we can flip the sound in)
So many ways (k and d got it humpin in)
So many ways (you know you wanna bump it in)
So many ways (we can have a mardi-gras)
So many ways (you know I rocks the party y'all)
So many ways

So many ways (x8)

I walk three thousand miles for a taste of that gangsta shit
Messin around with g-1
And the dj quik
Stick and move from east-west
In vest like stocks
I went from pushin nikes to pushin drops
Fuck around and go platinum quick
Messin with quik
Nigga got hits like swizz
So watch your trick
See me playin avirex and the pepe's
No shirt on
Your girl sweat me
And i'ma hit it if she let me
Backsides bangin
Hangin
All amazed
She get this dick in (so many ways)
Blow her back out
Then I mack out
Freak the keys to the lex
Or find me havin sex in my nsx
I'm from the bx
But we flex from east to west
So while you niggas coast-trippin
We'll be cashin them checks
Peter gunz
One of the most in-credible ones
G-1, quik, we rolls thick
And gets the job done in

So many ways (cause I kick it in)
So many ways (you know that I can flip it in)
So many ways (and I can rock a party)
So many ways (I got bomb for everybody)
So many ways (bring it from the bronx in)
So many ways (from new york to compton)
So many ways (we keep it pumpin)
So many ways (uh)

So many ways (x16)

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:
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)

Siide! Oh no, it's '98 y'all & we got some new shit
What we say? Yes ha ha fade the world in this motherfucker
that's right oh, check it out Fuck what ya heard baby I'm DJ Quik
whether on T.V. or in these streets I'm still the shit
I went from drinkin' eight ball and makin' demos
to drinkin' Hennessey & Chivas Regal in the back of the limo
Gettin' my issue in life you can't hate that
and when I tell you about yo' self nigga you can't take that
'cause y'all be cross fadin' if you don't understand
you got a side and I got one but you be crossin'
over here to see what's in my hand
Yeah but that's cool too I gets my money on the double
that's what I do hittin' them brown bubbles and avoidin' trouble
hoes to choose with nothin' to lose
& a million mothafuckas wanna be in my shoes
But you don't understand, beyond the parties & cheer
I been broke my whole career breakin' bread with my peers
bought a '96 Impala the new SS
before the 20,000 mile mark I gave it to Sid
I could never bust a new shoe if my nephews ain't got 'em
Fila Jumpman Cortez yeah I'm comin' out the pocket
for my homies in the 'hood up on it when I'm around
'cause there's a difference between bein' a thug & bein' down now

*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

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

*Repeat (x2)

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!?!

*Repeat (x2)

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)

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

[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

Yea I rough voco, for my locos. My nigga Hi-C, 2nd II None, AMG

And the Q-U the new You knew I feel 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

*When I'm on speed
I'm faster then most
And I can rock a party from coast to coast

*Repeat (x3)

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

*Repeat (x4)

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

*Repeat (x4)

La da la da da da ('till fade)

Ay, come here miss lady Check it out, well meet me half way there now
Damn, check this, look I already know your name is Sheila
Cus I seen you in the front of Players Magazine in the main edition
And it aint gon' kill you if you give me yo number
What's happenin? Can we hook up later or something? Thank you

I like the way that you don't say much
And when the homies give you phone numbers you don't stay in touch
With that proper little mystic about your ways
About your style that got your boy dazed
Now I'm diggin in my game so I can see where you at
And I'm pushin all the buttons that make you come exact
I know you recognize I'm young and I'm gifted and black
That should be enough to have you sprung and fidgety in ya cat
But yet you play it off swell To see if I'ma give up on the pursuit
of your tail
But even if you knew that aint all I wanted was just to bone it
I'm still detectin ego trippin baby you own it
But you don't understand I know parts of you that you do not
And I can penetrate right down through your through-through spot
Because I'm talented and young and I got a lot wealth
And I'm the bomb baby, now what you tell me I ma out my self?

*Whateva U Do You make me wanna touch myself
Whenever I'm with you cus you got it (Who go it?)
And I'm gonna make you give it to me (Yeah sing it to me)
Whateva U Do You make me wanna touch myself
Whenever I'm with you cus you got it (Say what?)
And I'm gonna make you give it to me

C'mon, we can go to my house we don't need the hotel
Now lay down by my fireplace and drink Sip & Dale
While I massage your feet, and yo massage my neck
And I won't make a move on you long ass you got self-respect
Now check it, I wanna see what you look like in spa
With nothing on yo body but yo panties and bra
Grand Mar in ya flava down your neck and your back
Aha, didn't know the Quiksta could do it like that
You actin different on the liquor baby girl is that you
The ways your eyes sparkled when I bit yo tattoo
You're rugged but soft baby you're sowed up with fears
And you gotta like pleasure and pain with your naval peers
But I appreciate you lady cus your makin me wait
Even though that little game you playin is much outta date
I'ma save it for next time and I hope you will too
Cus I like the way you do what you do, baby girl

*Repeat (x2) (Girl do you know how bad I am?, Now give it to me)

You know you want it I can see it ya face
That you would rather be somewhere with me takin off your lace
To a bikini shavin pubic I'm a diamond he's cubic
You gave him yo love and he blew it Move, let me do it
Because my love is like fire and ice I'm like bitter sweet
Me and my peaches, and you and yo pretty feet
Knowin that if I lick it, tell me then I get closa
While I'm urgin you to drink this Mamosa
Because you know that I got the skills that make you get them crazy
leg spasms
By helping you to reach multiple orgasms
Ya hear me? Now feel me, you know what's happenin
So hit me on my hip when you wanna get it
And I'll be over there twenty minutes to hit it
Just as long as you stay cool and you stay true
And just keep on doin Whateva U Do, baby girl!

*Repeat (x4) (Who got it?, Sing it to me, I know what I can do,
I wouldn't make records about it if I didn't, Damn come here,
Come here let me feel you, give me a hug, C'mon baby, maybe we can go
to the beach, You know like, Just play in the water)

Whateva I do whateva I do I'm gonna make you oh Oooh
Oh whateva I do Yeah yeah yeah Oooh
Whateva I do ooh yeah Oh yeah, I'm gonna make you girl
Oooooh Yeah, oh yeah

Ha ha nothin but the best,from the best You feel me? hear me
This is dedicated to that special someone
You know who you are, and you never gave me a chance

I used to watch you walk to class,fine as can be
While I'm standing here with K.K. and D
And I did a liitle bit of everything just to get your attention
But I knew you had no eyes for me
I used to get up, sharpen my pencil for nothin
You watch me watch you rollin your eyes and you still was bumpin
So when test time came I was all in yours
With no bubbles on my papers just some low ass scores
I guess you can call it puppy love I was a scrub
Having fantasies of me and you up in my tub
Makin love in the soapy water,having my daughter
But I knew you liked them baller dudes and, I did'nt have a quarter
I admit on the rainy days it was sad
Cause it was'nt about who you was but what you had
Now i'm doing swell baby and you know it's true
Back when you had a chance you should've let me breath on you

*Sittin in my room thinkin bout you
Reminiscing on the kinky little things we didn't do
I said I'm sitting in my room thinkin thinkin thinkin

*Repeat

Now I called you on the telephone baby it's david
The last you gave a chance is the first to save it
And i'm just tryin to hook us up for another session
Because I have'nt learned my lesson Plus I got positions never ending
Now i'm descending down into your valley baby work your tendons
Doing what I do to make you do what you did
To make me come so hard that we almost had a kid
Platinum Thats how i descibe your thigh
Tell me how come your so young doin shit that fly
You must have came from the school of hard knocks
Lickin on hard rocks and blowin off tube socks
Now whenever it's time for fun You got me blowin up your pager with
911's ha
Now show me a little affection But hurry up before I lose my erection

*Repeat (x2) (Room -> Couch)

And now i'm sittin in my spa thinkin bout you
and you baby doll don't even have a clue
I'm just sittin in my spa thinkin thinkin bout you
I said i'm sittin in my spa thinkin bout you
And i'm doin rather swell in heaven yeah it's true
I'm just sittin in my spa thinkin thinkin thinkin
And that's real good night baby

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

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)