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"The following presentation is R."

Uhh! God damn! Yeah!

This my nigga DJ Quik
We gon' take this shit back to the Mixmaster
and put it all in jawmeat
and wiggle it around a little bit,
YouknowhatI'msayin? favors nigga
Ahh yeah, y'all need a of 'em
We playin witcho' bitch-ass either
YouknowhatI'msayin? Niggaz try to walk the walk, the talk
But that ain't nothin man {*scratches*}
I said that bullshit ain't man!
"aw, niggaz, niggaz.."*}
Niggaz can't do we do {"NO"}
{*"Bullshit ain't man!"*}
Damn; so what you to do.. is.. {"stop stop stop stop STOP!"}
.. shut the fuck up and listen for a {"Listen!"}
Pay attention - might learn {"Now LISTEN!"}
Don't you carry yo' ass in the studio fuckin wit dem boys
or they put knots all UPSIDE ya head with the beats!
That's my nigga Q.. I him..
{"Quik, Quik-Quik, Q-Quik, Quik-Quik"}
{"Too Quik!"}
Yeah.. Yeah.. {"Quik-Quik-Quik-Quik-Quik-Quik-Quik"}
Talk.. {"Motherfuckin Quik"} it
Yeah.. ooh! Haha,

Now off of two-fifths of (drank drank)
They got yo' boy lookin for a to spank (spank spank)
you can kick it but ya sister cain't (nah nah)
Runnin 'round smellin like a tank (ewwwahh)
Girl you need to stop you know ass is stank (stank stank)
Runnin 'round beggin all the baller for (bank bank)
Tryin to hit a lick but like that you (nah nah)
everytime your ass come around I faint (wooo!)
People get to out;
I'ma give you one more but yo' ass is out
Now don't you bring yo' ass back smellin raw trout (trout)
Cause everytime I see you bust you out!
(Here she come, out!)
And you niggaz the demos (demos)
Man you as bad as dem hoes (hoes)
Talkin bout record comin out (out out)
But you need to put some gum in your (hell yes)
Cause before I hear you or you get a beat from Quik

Da Kid
Yo yo this Shyheim, and can suck my DICK!
Son you owe me, the dough I want it in blood
You was my homey, showed me nuttin but love
Put me on to the game, bought me my chain
Let me ride shotgun, in your and Range
I'm thinkin how this big nigga gon', go the grain
Hit him up when foggy outside, about to rain
about to rain teflon cop-killers
But we ride teflon
I thought you was fam you switched the love
Now you, and fuck, you forget the thug?
Heard you on the radio, but I get no plug
And if you come around the way, I should get you
I you luck, I'ma make you kiss the gun
And I ain't stop until my justice done
What you wanna be labelled as, a coward or a
What powder you cut, you wanted building for what?
you rep that building, what you said for that building
If it wasn't for me, you woulda been in that building
You know what it feel like to say I own that building
Get dough in building, or control that building
You don't know feeling, you ain't condone that killing
when the cops came, you was like, "Shy in that building"
I remember the days when you was shook in buildings
You in front of these buildings, frontin like you them
When was home, you was on his dick
And you gave bitch money cause you always been a trick
You Shy Da Kid, I'm back on the block
Bought the crack in the spot, spit in the block
Fuckin clap at the cops, if I'm or not
Whatchu gon' do nigga? Shoot or get
I'm hot on the like new glocks out the box
All y'all dope, at the bow(?) .. what?

Kweli
yeah.. yo
Kweli, I'm rock this body and so and so on
You can get the dick, one to grow on or one to on
Bet you Quik get his dough on, I spit the flow on
Got swift shit I throw on, cause I'ma leave I float on
I get my roll on like Baby and Mannie Fresh
After I go on niggaz'll never bust like tantric sex
The nigga that represent the planet best
How I manifest from to Los Angeles - people!
We hold this down wherever you're from
Got my name all in your mouth like you pierced your
Pimped the game so hard we them whores numb
The more I come, Kweli, I'm bout to like George Young
I'm the Don Cheadle of rap, like arms and needles of crack
My lyrics and arm the people like gats
In Cali studios we rest the up on the console
Peep Hollywood niggaz who think it's sweet Comanco
Claimin they gangster and street like they for beef
But with a gun in they teeth they just lookin for beats
Y'all don't want trouble, we pop bubbles and muscle
Niggaz don't the lyrics, they respect your hustle
The industry is Kinko's, makin copies while you wait
And the always scream for NEW SHIT, like Clue tapes
speed this in your face, slow down like Screw tape
Cause as as you rockin with Quik, nigga you straight