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

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

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Dj quik
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[dj
Ay, tell me what you get when your nigga
And get down with the e double?
You get we
E, make the bubble
Make the bass all on you they break out
To the and dig em out of e rubble
Partyin, happy you shook the whole crib
And if you got a e dub I got dibs
'cause this is how we do it
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 they 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 been waited on and hated on '88
Now cross my dogs or my path and i'ma whet ya
Way from the compton town, and I bet ya

[vocal

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

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

[vocal

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