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

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

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Dj quik
sermon

[dj
Ay, tell me what you get your nigga xzibit
And quik get with the e double?
You get we
E, make the beat
Make the bass all on you shake break out
To the ground and dig em out of e
Partyin, happy that you shook the whole
And if you got a pound e dub I got
'cause this is how we do it
It's that you done stepped into a room
Of purple hydroponic, fat bitches sparklin
to take you to a star
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 they it out
We big rap niggas
From the gate, we been on and hated on since '88
Now cross my dogs or cross my and i'ma whet ya
Way from the compton town, and I bet ya

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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 break you off proper
Cockblocker, dump a few g's in my
Not dough hoe, my nigga b came in solo,
Most niggas react a homo
And when they wit a 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 kicker
a fucked up d.a. wit a charge that ain't stickin
I'm walkin away, a man
'cause y'all 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 like it's supposed to be
And bread with the real 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 think it
The west coast brought cats in 1999
All the way bouncin through
Ha, c'mon,
Yo, millenium shit, yeah, c'mon, yo millenium
Yeah, yo, millenium shit
Yeah, yo, dj motherfucking
Yeah, yeah, ha, yo, yo
Yeah, green eyed
Yeah, niggas can't stand it
C'mon, yeah, it bouncin
Yeah, r.i.p. troutman
Yeah, yeah, c'mon, ha,