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

Yo I lamp out in the rented e-7 v-12
The new benz, her?
290 thou, wow
Somethin your rap budget does not
Why you laughin, I don't see funny
back two mac-10's now it's a big mac-20
That is the
and I we run the matrix
Hold your don't say shit
Walk any borough
That stretch here past the tri ? ?
Better respect us dog we ?
get it confused
We smashin crews, it's my
Don't come and get abused
I bring the ruck to any cats drama
Make 'em feel it, tupac's dear mama
It could be pitch and I spot ya
Boom! in your door like big poppa

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Dj motherfucking
sermon

[dj
Ay, tell me you get when your nigga xzibit
And quik get down with the e
You get we
E, the beat bubble
the bass all on you shake they break out
To the and dig em out of e rubble
Partyin, happy you shook the whole crib
And if you got a pound e dub I got
'cause this is how we do it
It's ironic that you done stepped into a
Of hydroponic, fat booty bitches sparklin
Tryin to you to a star
Tryin to get you to they know who you are
Can't you see the red carpet, lay it out
And if you got a fantasy they play it out
We big rap niggas
From the gate, we waited on and hated on since '88
Now cross my or cross my path and i'ma whet ya
Way from the compton town, and I bet ya

[vocal

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

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

[vocal

C'mon, yeah, dj quik in the motherfucking
Yeah, this dick in mouth
Ha, c'mon, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, you think it
The west brought 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 quik
Yeah, yeah, ha, yo, yo
Yeah, green bandit
Yeah, niggas can't stand it
C'mon, yeah, keep it
Yeah, r.i.p. roger
Yeah, yeah, c'mon, ha,