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Hey!
[vocal
understood, how we did it
How we made this groove your very soul

Yo I lamp out in the rented e-7 v-12
The new benz, her?
290 thou, wow
Somethin rap budget does not allow
Why you laughin, I don't see nothing
Pull back two mac-10's now a big mac-20
That is the
Quik and I we run the
Hold your don't say shit
Walk any borough
stretch from here past the tri ? ?
Better respect us dog we ?
Don't get it
We smashin crews, my rules
Don't correct and get abused
I the ruck to any cats bringin drama
Make 'em feel it, like tupac's dear
It could be pitch black and I ya
Boom! in your door like big poppa

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Dj quik
sermon

[dj
Ay, tell me what you get your nigga xzibit
And quik get down the e double?
You get we
E, make the bubble
Make the bass all on you shake break out
To the and dig em out of e rubble
Partyin, that you shook the whole crib
And if you got a pound e dub I got
'cause is how we do it here
It's ironic that you done stepped into a
Of purple hydroponic, fat bitches sparklin
Tryin to take you to a
Tryin to get you to recognize know who you are
you see the red carpet, they lay it out
And if you got a fantasy erick play it out
We big rap niggas
From the gate, we waited on and hated on since '88
Now cross my dogs or cross my path and whet ya
Way down from the town, and I bet ya

[vocal

Ha, yeah, and gentleman
Yeah, the bar is now
C'mon, yeah, on me
C'mon,
to you, avirex to the z
Yeah,

I'm the spin doctor, phantom of the
If this was '89 I would break you off
Cockblocker, dump a few g's in my
Not hoe, my nigga b came in solo, dolo
Most niggas react a homo
And when they wit a crowd now they get loud
Wanna act wild and act like a criminal,
And a mile, but really got the heart of a child
? ? steal our
Extra points like a goal kicker
Like a fucked up d.a. wit a charge that stickin
I'm walkin away, a man
y'all niggas softer than sand
'cause we fuckin a fan and out wit your pan
I your mother, so now I'm the motherfucking man!
Break fool on a track it's supposed to be
And break bread with the real niggas to me

[vocal

C'mon, yeah, dj in the motherfucking house
Yeah, dick in your mouth
Ha, c'mon, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, you think it
The west coast brought alive in 1999
All the way bouncin millenium
Ha, c'mon,
Yo, shit, yeah, c'mon, yo millenium shit
Yeah, c'mon yo, shit
Yeah, yo, dj quik
Yeah, yeah, ha, yo, yo
Yeah, green bandit
Yeah, niggas can't stand it
C'mon, yeah, it bouncin
Yeah, r.i.p. roger
Yeah, yeah, c'mon, ha,