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

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

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

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

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

Talking:
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.

<rapping with no breaks>
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 ?? 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!!!!!

<heavy breathing at end>

I'm from the osg straight off the fuckin streets of the cpt peace yall suck

Yeah

Now this is for the g's who know we needs that gangsta shit
It's like the p-funk we funk so its gotsta hit
And when you fire up that hooter pass it to the young g
The nigga mista quik, that's me from the c-to-the-p-to-the-t
And when i'm givin it up for my hood you can't clown
Cause when we lettin off you gots to duck down
And then we're rollin back to the spot where they hang
(westside fo'hundred street gang) so it's a street thang
Makin that grip and stackin the chips high
Ballin never fallin i gots to stay fly
Whether they smokin up them beadies or rollin the joints fat
I gotta kick it with my niggaz cause it's like that
And you need to know i ain't for none, because i'm dumpin
The hollow point rounds that got everybody humpin
But niggaz they keep on mouthin, kickin up the static
But keep on talkin shit *machine gun* and i'ma let you havit

Yeah yeah
Huh, i'ma let you havit
Yeah
Check this

Somebody told me that you dissed me (bitch) in your video
But i ain't trippin cause i'm knowin you ain't nothin but a silly hoe
And yeah i said your monkey ass name in my underground tape
But if you peeped game you woulda heard me say
("to the top of the tree, for c-m-w see")
We wasn't dissin lettin you know the other side was on a mission
Comin up with the quik-ness, now you know who's dick this is
Down in the throats of the compton's most bitches
So take this shit back to your set if you got one
And i'ma be puttin the double oh bugs in my shotgun
And if you come back fuckin around i'ma take your life
Why would you come back to a gunfight, with a fuckin knife?
So there it is mc eiht, cause you're wack
And mista quik can beat the niggaz down with another sack
So keep on rollin in your camry or your rabbit but
If i catch you slippin in my hood, gotta let you havit

Ahh yeah
Gotta let you havit
Huh, i'ma let you havit

~static~ "quik you're not a gangster we're not" ~static~

Some beleive in love and some beleive in friends
But niggaz like me beleive in making ends
Cause even when your bitch wants to trick around
You know the moneys got you safe and sound

Now i'm bout to take it back to 84,when i was 14
Kickin back in the trees
Westside if you please
And 436 west spruce was the spot
With me wayne, mike, shot, nookie, slug, and rock,
Donzelly if ya with me than let that shit kick
If your head aint spinning from dippin all them sticks
Cause way back in the day they used love a wet baggie
Screaming "horale ese" with them laces on a caddy
And you could'nt deny
A hit from that buddah tye
Going round and round the driveway
Now it's coming my way
And i'm zoned out at a young age
And the whole spruce street was my stage
Peep now back then i was in the 8th grade steady
But niggaz my age was getting paid already
Yeah like that nigga zam or even young blue
They made they first million by the age of 22
Like dan from cedar block him and little motor
James from piru street with them boulders
Rest in peace little noopy he did'nt have to brag
Rollin to the 10 grade in a fint 0 rag
Well goddamn how can i be down?
I ask my sister jack for some help and she told me look around.
Nigga they don't sell dope it sells itself
While they kickback and just collect the wealth
And now i'm thinking ain't nothing fly about these dirty ass khakis
T-shirt dingy, prowings tackie
This could be a way to flip that little funky twenty dollars that i earned
Right then is when i learned that

(chorus)
Some believe in jesus
Some believe in allah
But niggaz like me believe im making dollars
Cause even when yo niggaz wanna be untrue
You know the money's still good to you

Yes yes

Some believe in love and some believe in friends
But niggaz like me believe in making ends
Cause even when yo bitch wants to trick around
You know the moneys got you safe and sound

Peep i gets a dub on the 1st and 15th for a fact
So instead of spending it up i gave my money to jack
Now she jump in the regal and said i'll be right back
When she came in she put me down with a plastic sack
I turned my 40 into 80 and that was my profit
I'm keepin my rocks in the house and not in my pocket
Sister jackie in the kitchen with some boiling water, baking soda,
Fresh powder, baby bottles, making more boulders
Checking a fat grip slanging rocks to tricks
Donzelly dippin sticks went and bought um a 6
And 500 block peach running thangs ya see
Moving gallon after gallon and key after key
I'm telling you i done seen it all
From niggaz hitting the sherman and the passout on the wall
From cluckers wanting a hit so bad they let there panies fall
Teeth rotten hair gone,
And whole checks get blown
But then i'm still breaking these pebbles like bam bam
Saved them, splitting rocks,
To the um tic toc
I went from wearing khakis to sergio teccini
While my rocks is disappearing like the great whodini
I bought a gang of clothes, all of my equiptment
And getting somthing new with each and every shipment
Money gets made and money gets spent
And how these jealous niggaz acting only makes it evident that

(chorus)
Some believe in jesus
Some believe in allah
But niggaz like me believe im making dollars
Cause even when yo niggaz wanna be untrue
You know the money's still good to you

Yes yes

Some believe in love and some believe in friends
But niggaz like me believe in making ends
Cause even when yo bitch wants to trick around
You know the moneys got you safe and sound

Check now in 1988 i moved away to l.a.
My niggaz playa ham and gina gave me a place to stay
On my way up from bottom rock
Bitches starting to jock
Cause my hair is getting longer
And games getting stronger
To pull my on weight i went and got me a job
But by then ham and gina really started to squab
About weather i should go or stay
She told him either he goes or you go we both was on our way
So he moved and took me with him on 2001 browning,
Clowning with playas all around me just astounding
My nigga pimpin carl got staring with that hair an
Rolling up and down the street in that rag 7 with darren
Shaby blue feathered as he swerved
In the el co p-6 park away from the curve
Big jam l.a mike, darryl, nicki on the bike
That nigga top, big shane, and tweed rolling up the weed
And hoes just come and go in and out
Revolving door leaving with some nut in they mouth
I'm making a living of pimpin so you fools can't trip
Cause even though i love god i also love my grip

(chorus)
Some believe in jesus
Some believe in allah
But niggaz like me believe im making dollars
Cause even when yo niggaz wanna be untrue
You know the money's still good to you

Yes yes

Some believe in love and some believe in friends
But niggaz like me believe in making ends
Cause even when yo bitch wants to trick around
You know the moneys got you safe and sound

(talk box)

Oooooooooooooo,ooooooooooooooooooo yeah
Safe and sound yeah
Safe and sound baby
Ooooooooooooooo,ooooooooooooooooooo yeah
Safe and sound yeah
Safe and sound
Gotta let you knoooooow
Gotta let you knoooooow
Gotta let you knoooooow
Comptons in the house

(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
<bitch betta have my> (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>

Quik talking:
Yeah, ain't nothin' changed, y'all niggas still obvious.
Yeah, it's for real though hmph
Rapping:
Now we don't wanna talk about all the people i'm supportin'
That's more important to a nigga than them diamonds you sportin'
Ain't a sell-out or a bail-out although life is a bitch
And i'm beginning to think that they don't wanna see quik rich
Cause i'm gon' gather up my homiez & put something in they bellies
Ride around the town bumpin' that cd from r.kelly
Gettin' at them ghetto queens if you know what i mean
'cause it ain't nothin' like some lovin' dipped in afro sheen
Break it down with two gates in that burgundy eight
'cause real riders don't three wheel they just drown on the skate
Send a care package to my homiez up in natches
And shoot a kite 'bout how these suckas keep my benz up in scratches
It ain't no puzzle that's to be expected
Sometimes i think they only come around it just to see if i wrecked it
I feel like hittin' the 101 leavin' town on a bike
On my way up to the bay to clear my mind cause it's like...

Chorus (r.kelly)
Everyday is a scuffle
Turnin' them corners to get my hustle
Every single dollar is a struggle
That's how it is comin' up in the ghetto

Maus-berg:
Now i don' been through it all pushin' work on the boulevard
Runnin' from the 5-0 in somebody else car
Ghetto dreams so it seems to be easy
Think about my life & i get queasy
Pumpin' the pimp knowin' it ain't helpin' me
But the ghetto got me trapped thinkin' this is how it's s'posed to be
A cold thang when you knowin' yo' gang ain't got yo' back
But you still put yo' life on the line for no snaps.

R.kelly:
This ghetto world is one big battlefield
That's why we get rich and move to them hills
Everywhere we go the haters tag along
But don't let that stop you get yo' hustle on

Maus-berg:
But dog you gotta do yo' thang get yo' grind on
Eliminate the fake & keep yo' game strong
Don't let the streets be yo' downfall
Keep it real with yo'self & you gon' rise 'til you ball dog

Chorus

Quik:
It's gettin' down to ground level but tryin' to keep time
'cause my hustle & my tustle is my beats & my rhymes
And i'm lovin' this collabo' 'cause rock land is saucy
And quik is trying to get versace staying flossy wit mausy
But the...

Maus-berg:
...drama don't stop but you can make it better
Don't point your finger at the next man get yo' cheddar
Lifestyles of a thug ebonic definition dog nothin' but love
But we gon' ride to 'til we can't ride no mo'
Pop a bottle a pair of d's and let the wind blow
When you get it appreciate it 'cause those who ain't got it gon' hate
Every dime is a struggle so i'ma suffer everyday

Quik:
Now my conscience got me wonderin' do i be in the flow
And this sucka's got me wonderin' if he friend or foe
Now do i sin to grow, knowin' there's consequences
And i'm tired of gettin' bent 'cause it's dullin' my senses

Chorus 'til end

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)

"give it to me!"

[dj quik]
I wonder..
How would it feel, to sleep with a woman like you?
To fade that monkey til it's funky
Rollin all over your bed, stickin to you like glue
You can call me a real funk junkie
Slangin this dick like dope
Strapped with a cap and i'm lookin for the slope that leads
To the hairpie hoes, amg knows
"word to the motherfuckin three-oh-fo's!"
Now pass that gin, and let's begin
And how you goin out? that's how i'm goin in
Holdin your titties, them big two knobs
Nuttin in your ass in big goo gobs
Sticky and it's tricky but i glide when i ride it
Tearin down your walls cause i'm all up inside it
Cumin to the fullest and you feel when i pull it
?? that friction is stankin
But i don't go bareback, naked booty style
I'd rather live a long life, checkin major pile
Cause h-i-v don't give a fuck about me
And so, i don't give a fuck about a hoe
But what can i do? i'm addicted to the coochie
No matter what i say, i'ma still need a hoochie
Tell me get a nut, each and every time i get a little pushy
"say what?" i gotta have mo' pussy

Chorus: {sung}

Just cause i didn't say, that i wanted to fuck (well?)
Don't mean that i don't want to
Gimme some pussy!
I, need, a little mo' pussy
Just cause you didn't say, that you wanted to suck
Don't mean that you don't want to
Gimme that pussy!
I, need, a little mo' pussy

[dj quik]
Now if you got friends, they can come to
But if they ain't playin safe hoe you're through
Because my _lifestyle_'s like a _trojan_
I'm never dry but i'm lubricated, and the suckers hate it
Because they know, they don't stand a shot, at gettin that cot
They just don't know what makes you hot
See i learned way back, yo when i was young
You can get a girl sprung, if you lick the pearl tongue
And with that knowledge, i went to bitch college
And got a p.h.d. for pimpin' hoes daily
And when i fuck i cause much pain hoe
Cause i bend this dick like a rainbow
Up and down, in and out
Flexin it, pokin it, strokin it, chokin
Cause you're feelin it, and i'm killin it
And like i said before i make you hit the ceiling bitch
Because hoes like you, you only come a dime a dozen
I fucked you and tawdry cousin, now she wants some lovin
Oven hot pussy, yo she made me cum quick
Bouncin on my nuts like a pogo stick!
A tongue twista, she worked the shit like a lizard
I put her on her back, and i hit her in the liver
Stabbin it, pokin that kidney see
I can make it deep - when i'm fadin that pussy

Chorus: {sung}

Just cause i didn't say, that i wanted to fuck (well?)
Don't mean that i don't want to
Gimme some pussy!
I, need, a little mo' pussy
Just cause you didn't say, that you wanted to suck
Don't mean that you don't want to
You stupid ass bitch!
Go take a douche, you smell like shit!

[dj quik]
One more time, for your mind and your behind
So take off your drawers, and prepare for the grind
I'm hornier than a motherfuckin horny-toad
So pull my dick, and put me in butt mode
Tonight i'm your robot, a supercharged hoe-bot
Fill me up with hennesey and i won't stop
I'll be your confidant baby you can trust in me
To fuck you swell enough to make you mad at me
Cause i'm that nigga that'll fuck you til your hair fall out
And even if you wear a wig i'll still give
Service with a smile, you need a tune-up
Quik'll leave you leakin, and smellin like tuna
On second thought, i don't really like that smell
Cause yeast infections ruin my erections
I can take a hint hoe, you ain't gotta push me
I'm outta here - outta what? out your pussy

Chorus: {sung}

Just cause i didn't say, that i wanted to fuck (well?)
Don't mean that i don't want to
Gimme some pussy!
I, need, a little mo' pussy
Just cause you didn't say, that you wanted to suck
Don't mean that you don't want to
You stupid ass bitch!
Go take a douche, you smell like shit!
Just cause i didn't say, that i wanted to fuck (well?)
Don't mean that i don't want to
Gimme that pussy!
I, need, a little mo' pussy
Just cause you didn't say, that you wanted to suck
Don't mean that you don't want to
You funky ass bitch!
Go take a douche, you smell like shit!
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeotch!

[dj quik]
When you a g, niggaz wanna be like you
Because a g has images what they look up to
But some don't make it, so they takin the funk
They get hot and they be poppin that gangsta junk
But that ain't g, that ain't even close, nah that ain't shit
It ain't about who can bang or slang the most 'caine
And ki's or o's, sport new clothes
Or about who can fuck the most hoes
Cause it's a mind-state, it's playin it's manipulatin
It's winnin from the freakin and manuervin and then captivatin
Livin the life that make the bitches wanna fiend and dream
And all the jealous niggaz mean and scheme
And weak minor suckaz they wanna show they ass
But a nigga like quik'll check em real fast
They don't know the real and so they quick to assume
That's why they shut up when i enter the room
Cause i'm a g

"playin tough..
But them niggaz ain't really rough..
Creampuffs is a better word than tough!"

[dj quik]
When you a g, attention is yours when you demonstrate power
And game the untrues imitate
They get frustrated, they sock girls and slam doors
But when you're a g you just check yours
Takin up the slack, all the way around
And then my back got yours, then we ain't goin down
Like playa hamm said, it's the thing that i pray for
And play for, that i slay for
Cause i'm the g when it comes to a funky track
I'm the g when it comes to the whole sack
I'm the g when it comes to decision makin
I'm the g that got all these niggaz blinkin
I'm the g that's young and intimidatin
I'm the g never sprung got the bitches waitin
I'm the g suckaz fear because i'm strong
And i'm the g, never standin alone
Fadin em - left to right, front back to center
I'm a natural born winner
I got connects on a quest to be true
So i won't teach you what i know;
I'ma teach you what you know - yo
My game is tight so if you're lookin and listenin and learnin
Apply it to yours and you'll earn respect in abundance
And you can never be checked see
When you're a motherfuckin g

"y'all better get hip..
And come off this trip..
Wit'cho ?? killin asses"

[playa hamm]
The g-ness, when you a g it's the description
The suckaz are fearin it, cause in the mack they keep on hearin it
They wish they could neglect it
But they can't so they disrespect it
And when they run up, yeah they get chin-checked
When you a g, backs to backs never duckin
Suckaz freakin yo' bitches though, dismissin the hoes
Before a bigga nigga, when you a g you're the teacher
Any other way that i coulda come just might not reach ya
The g-ness, such as my gangsta mentality
The g-ness, such is the greatness of my pals and me
Destiny's testin, trueness of character
Since i'm a g, fuck with my brothers that fucks with me
Come to the penthouse if you want if you aren't true
And journey through the mind of a g since he ain't you
It ain't just the mack or the sack or the strong back
It ain't just the plain simple fact we got all that
It ain't just the dead weight, that we droppin daily
Crews i don't forget, cause my memory don't fail me
Those that know know i know that they do
Those who are wondering? (motherfuck you)
I only owe to p.p.c. - a chosen few
I got players all around me, doin what they want to
The rise of the wise got suckaz droppin like flies
When you a g nigga, peepin the prize from these eyes

"low down.. niggaz" "what?"
"low down.. niggaz" "what?"
"low down.. niggaz" "what?"
"niggaz.." "what?"
"niggaz.." "hell yeah!"

Snoop talking:
Ay yo g-1 i been listening to this nigga quik album
& he ain't got no songs about the pussy. you know
That nigga gotta have something about the pussy on
This shit ya feel me? and i'm just that nigga to beat
The pussy up. so uh if you feel me like i feel you ya
Know what i'm sayin' let me get a little piece of this
Thang here like that there, trip.

Let a nigga from the e.s. l.b. d.p. beat that pussy
'til it's soft & mushy i love that bushy
And most niggas still do unless that bitch shit
Smells like mildew & we'll do damn near anything to get it
And once i got it i'm outtie i stay 'bout it
I sip a little tea then light up my weed
I slip on my rubber out the cover then i proceed
To give yo' little thick ass what you need
Gangsta gangsta i'll make ya cootie cat scream
Didn't i turn ya on like a phone you lovin'
That doggy dogg meaty bone
When ya moan ya whole voice tone make me wanna
Put my bizalls in ya jizaws 'cause y'all
Know what i'm gettin' at i'm spittin' at
Nigga wanna fuck trick so what's up bitch (biotch)
See as long as my muthafuckin dick get hard
And i got a million dollars banked out on my credit card
No disrespect or no disregard but i'm hoppin' for that pussy
Like they used to hop for cars my nigga dj q
Told me come on through 'cause he got a gang
Of bitches that was down to do
Keep it poppin' since i'm from the big lbc
That's right down the street from compton
I pop in the liquor store to grab some h???
A bag of ice some blue dice & some cognac yeah
The pussy's good especially when it's from a whole
'nother neighborhood how good do it get when you on that g shit
I'm strokin' that pussy 'til that bitch seasick
We dick bitches down and that's rule #3 in the dogg pound
Bitch drawers down!

Snoop singsong: we won't get no radio play
But we probably get some pussy for this. (what you say?)
I said we won't get no radio play but we probably
Get some pussy for this.

Nate:
You can't be he-ey you can't be my lady but i'll let you be
Let you be my playmate.

Hi-c:
Uhh baby let silk whine while we 6-9
I slide on this rubber & we'll be just fine
Now if my condom broke & my ass got smoked
I'ma still get to heaven on a little rubber boat uhh
Snoop hit it then i hit it too aww yeah little bitch
I'm talkin' 'bout you now all ya ever do is sit around & boo hoo
Talkin' 'bout hi-c i love that it's you

Amg:
She said where ya been i said in ya mouth
If ya lookin' for love then take me down south
And i'll tell you all the things to make ya laugh & giggle
While i insert my inner self inside ya tender vittles
A hot pocket snoop dogg told me to stop it
He heard me in the other room bangin' a broom
And baby better do me like i'm one in a million
Check yo' feelings & point that ass to the ceiling
'cause i'm the dick 'em down king 'call me on the celly
Let it ring & prepare ya lips for the ding ding
And if ya got some friends let 'em bend on over
While i ride 'em like a '98 rover
You can wish & you want but this dick ya gonna meet
Hit ya elbows & knees & spread ya booty cheeks
And call me daddi with a "i" girl you're doin'
Everything by the book nate dogg tell 'em how she looked

Nate:
Girl ya lookin' fine so fine i wonder if you'd like to take the time
To grind. if so why don't you leave with me today let's play
This game i call it touch a secret place let's play
See first i just grab ya from behind ya mine and then
I just push until i find that ?? right now i know you've came
A couple of times that's fine as long as you know i have to leave
In time. you can't be...you can't be he-ey you can't be my lady
But i'll let you be let you be my playmate. you can't be he-ey
You can't be my lady but i'll let you be let you be my playmate.

Gangsta d:
Now ain't nothin' like tight pussy on my dick
It's the gangsta d baby never saved a trick
Got a harem full of hoes mashin' to the studio
With all my niggas you will get busy hoe
Now the first bitch she want dick to the tonsils
My second & third wanna fuck on the console
My fourth start to leave like the duke was shootin' shots
While my money maker walking the stroll for my knot
Got that bitch mouth smellin' like fresh cock
Kk:
Young toit if i can smell it i'm a tell ya to get going
With a douche pack you're makin' my nose react
Reekin' but that ain't tweed or no yak
More like 25 pounds of get back & i can tell by ya
Walk it's talk back but if that ain't yo case let me take a ride
On yo' love rollercoaster pull them panties aside kk

El debarge:
I'ma lead it to the left & to the right & i'ma
Make ya scream & holla for more & i bet
You when i'm in it you can't help but to admit it
You ain't never came this good before
Chevis-regal got my dick so hard i ain't gon'
Make it to the house because that's too far
Mr. quik give me the keys to the benzo
So i can hit it right here on the e-lo haaaaa baaaaby
I'ma get some pussy tonight as soon as you turn off the lights
I'ma get some pussy tonight as soon as you turn off the lights
I'ma get some pussy tonight as soon as you turn off the lights
I'ma get some pussy tonight as soon as you turn off the lights

Quik: <voice distorted beyond comprehension>
Ad libs 'til end.

[dj quik]
Sometimes i just don't even understand
Why people like this dirty talkin shit, youknowhati'msayin?
But since they do and people buyin this shit;
I'ma kick it like this

You see a pimpin ass nigga like me is wanted dead or alive
Because i jack these hooker hoes for they ten's and they five's
And twenty's then i leave em branded, cause i'm the love bandit
I'm not tryin to be mean i want your green or you'll be stranded
Cause you know it don't pay to play for free yo
So you shit out of luck, i need a buck to fuck
You duck, hoe, bitch, tramp
And i don't take no food stamps
This is a reminder - i'm lettin you know that if i get behind ya
You're gonna have to kick up - or eat a dick up til you hiccup
I treat yo' ass as if this was a stick up
Cause you ain't nothin but a pick-up
Trick hell yeah i'm offensive
A spin around the bend can be expensive
And the effects'll be, they can be extensive
So if i gotta fuckin take a chance, i want my grip in advance
Because it's only fo' tha money

Chorus: repeat 4x

Dolla bill y'all, dolla bill y'all
Dolla dolla dolla dolla dolla bill y'all

[2nd ii none #1]
Now that i fucked, i want my motherfuckin cut
Oh yeah, i'm a hoe, what you think i gave you the dick fo'?
See i can play the bitch, but see i ain't the bitch
You better checkin her in, and better do it quick
See the devil made me do it, cause devil is you
Cause i done seen all the shit you took niggaz through
But not me wench, you cute saditty skanch
Think i'ma be the trick nigga, well bitch i ain't
Cause i'm the type of nigga that can get your cock
Without payin you, but straight be playin you
Bitch - i thought you knew better than that
See it only fucks you up, when your weak game lacks
Manipulatin moves like i do (like i do)
See it just goes to show you hoe you can't play a true
See i can leave your broke-ass fast with your cock all runny
(beeeitch) cause it's only fo' tha money

Chorus

[2nd ii none #2]
Now that you know me, i'm only out to leave you broke and lonely
I find a stupid hoe and talk her ass to matrimony
Now i can be cool until we hitched
But i'ma switch up on my role and play the motherfuckin bitch
Waitin for the mailman to come around
Oh youse a low-down nigga - naw man, i'm just a money hound
I play the roll well, check out my limp
Yeahh, i'm the county check pimp (aww that's you baby)
Slangin my hand inside your purse
Girl you better keep cool cause the shit can get worse, damn
Yo' check is short, i ain't gon' sweat, huh
I take the kids lunch money, yeah - bet
And borrow ends from yo' family and grin
I just gotta keep my bankroll comin in
And then i kick back and laugh cause it's funny
Ha ha - i only did it fo' tha money

Chorus

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

-1-
Fuck what ya heard baby i'm dj quik
Whether on t.v. or in these streets i'm still the shit
I went from drinkin' eight ball and makin' demos
To drinkin' hennessey & chivas regal in the back of the limo
Gettin' my issue in life you can't hate that
And when i tell you about yo' self nigga you can't take that
'cause y'all be cross fadin' if you don't understand
You got a side and i got one but you be crossin'
Over here to see what's in my hand
Yeah but that's cool too i gets my money on the double
That's what i do hittin' them brown bubbles and avoidin' trouble
Hoes to choose with nothin' to lose
& a million mothafuckas wanna be in my shoes
But you don't understand, beyond the parties & cheer
I been broke my whole career breakin' bread with my peers
Bought a '96 impala the new ss
Before the 20,000 mile mark i gave it to sid
I could never bust a new shoe if my nephews ain't got 'em
Fila jumpman cortez yeah i'm comin' out the pocket
For my homies in the 'hood up on it when i'm around
'cause there's a difference between bein' a thug & bein' down now

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

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

Chorus

-3-
See some don't realize the power of lyrics
'cause when you rap about death you talkin' to spirits
You see you can say the things that can help us all ball
Or you can say things that make it bad for us all
Fix the problem the only way is come to the source
Don't be a trojan horse help us change the course
Everybody knows that it's bad in the 'hood
So check what you rappin' about if it ain't to the good
I did my part a long time ago i changed my views
Ain't no gang bangin' & slangin' just hangin' with trues
Give it up to my creator & that you can quote
But mothafuckas still see me as a scapegoat
Yeah like that night when biggie died at quincy jones spot
Like 400 other people yeah i heard some shots
Broke away with the crowd nervous obviously
& the mothafuckas blamed it on me
What the hell!?!

Chorus

Check it out this song is dedicated to the two most prolific writers
In rap music history tupac shakur & the notorious b.i.g.
It's also dedicated to the little homie from 60's
That lost his life at that party
Rest in peace y'all
And to mc eiht when you get yo' head together maybe we can do a record
Feel me i'm out

<dj scratches> bang bang ('til fade)

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

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

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

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

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

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

Intro:
(voice-over)

Yeah motherfuckers
Right back on your ass
Right about now we about to let you know that
Compton's in the motherfucking house
I got my niggas dre and ? in this motherfucker
And my road dog kk
We gonna put niggas to sleep in the
Four-hundred three
Check

Verse 1:
(dj quik)
Yeah motherfucker right back up on your ass
I hid in the bushes and i crept up through the grass
What you running for bitch? you fake irish faggot
You got a big booty everlast let me tag it
Cause you look like a roman but you try to clown
I kicked you in your ass that's why you jump around
So don't try to fuck with a compton nigga
And i'mma tell you who's daddy fuck with a trigga
Now daddy is the nigga getting head from your mommy
Daddy is the nigga with the gun like a tommy
Daddy is the nigga that you wanna be like
And daddy is the nigga with your shit on his nikes
So don't be scared just be prepared
For when you dis a nigga that you won't be spared
Little white boy how the fuck you figure
No you can't fuck with a nigga

Chorus 1:

(you can't fuck with a nigga)
(thinking you wanna fade me)
(mark killer)
(fool you crazy)
(can't fuck with a nigga)
(motherfuckers just like you)
(you'd better step before i beat you with a switch)
(you can't fuck with a nigga)
(thinking you wanna fade me)
(mark killer)
(fool you crazy)
(you can't fuck with a nigga)
(motherfuckers just like you)
(you'd better step before i beat you with a switch)

Verse 2:
(hi-c)
Now there's a certain type of nigga that can make you sick
Motherfucking booty and ain't saying shit
But you have to start to stepping you ain't got no style
Your white is showing like belinda carlyle
And the only way that you can be cool
Is if you jump your ass in the pool
Mr. everlast went up to the hill
To steal a style from the brother b-real
Then these no-talent fools out here getting breaks
Who the fuck better make these wack-ass tapes
The homie said squash it and just let it slide
But i gotta shoot

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