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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 funny
back two mac-10's now it's a big mac-20
That is the
Quik and I we run the
your mouth don't say shit
Walk through any
stretch from here past the tri ? ?
Better us dog we ? kernel?
Don't get it
We smashin crews, my rules
come correct and get abused
I the ruck to any cats bringin drama
Make 'em feel it, like dear mama
It be pitch black and I spot ya
Boom! kick in your door big poppa

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Dj quik
sermon

[dj
Ay, me what you get when your nigga xzibit
And quik get down with the e
You get we
E, make the bubble
Make the bass all on you shake they out
To the ground and dig em out of e
Partyin, happy you shook the whole crib
And if you got a pound e dub I got
this is how we do it here
It's ironic that you done stepped a room
Of purple hydroponic, fat bitches sparklin
to take you to a star
Tryin to get you to recognize they who you are
you see the red carpet, they lay it out
And if you got a fantasy they play it out
We big rap niggas
the gate, we been waited on and hated on since '88
Now cross my dogs or cross my path and i'ma 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 doctor, phantom of the opera
If this was '89 I break you off proper
Cockblocker, dump a few g's in my
Not dough hoe, my nigga b came in solo,
Most niggas like a homo
And when they wit a crowd now they wanna get
act wild and act like a criminal, foul
And stretchin a mile, but really got the heart of a
? ? steal our
Extra points like a field goal
Like a fucked up d.a. wit a charge that stickin
I'm walkin away, a man
'cause y'all niggas than sand
'cause we fuckin a fan and locin out wit pan
I fucked mother, so now I'm the motherfucking man!
Break fool on a track like supposed to be
And break bread with the niggas close to me

[vocal

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