[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 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,
[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
