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Songs: Dollaz + Sense, Tonite, Somethin' 4 tha mood, Safe + Sound, Itz Your Fantasy, Summer Breeze
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Now let's get down to business, bitches 'Cause it seems like y'all just keep on tryin' to diss this Nigga that you know that's been down for years I've clowned for years, and y'all could never fade my peers One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, nine, ten, Eiht, you can't win 'Cause all the way around, nigga, I get respect And you's a nigga that can't even get no props in your set Tragniew Park you say, huh Wanna be rippin', but now it's time to do some set trippin' So listen close, 'cause I don't want y'all to miss That I'm 'bout to break it down for this bitch, check it Acacia, poplar, maple, spruce, cedar, elm West side trees sprayin' all the fleas That's from the three and four hundred block P-Funk riders So niggaz, watch yo' ass at that center divider Now Aaron Tyler, tell my why you seem so tame When I caught you at the airport, shakin' like a crap game You looked up and you seen my niggaz comin And you looked like your bitch ass was 'bout to start runnin' But all I wanted to do was kick a little conversation And see if we can fix this little situation But would I fuck you up was what you wondered Yeah, that's probably why you changed your little pager number But bitches like you don't grow You can't even look me in my eye, let alone go toe to toe And callin' me skinny, you's a clown I'ma call you Theo, 'cause you weigh 92.3 pounds Wack ass actor, movie script killer Fool don't you know, Quik is still the nigga Compton psycho, boy, you oughta quit Your records don't hit, and bitches don't jock your shit You need to stay down you Compton clown And get off of the nuts of the niggaz with guts Because I'm down with the Trees, I'm down with Death Row I'm down with Black Tone, and I'm down with the fo' So when we cross paths and I hope that's soon I'ma boot your motherfuckin' ass to the moon You need to quit bangin' under false pretense 'Cause if don't make dollars, it don't make sense If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense So don't kill game, let the people, commence If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense Because you gotta give it up to the crown prince Now I'ma swing it to the right and, right into the left hand Take a deep breath and, cook it like a chef and This is dedicated to the C-P-T No, better yet T-T-P, or the niggaz that look up to me I make it my business, to be that true forever And whenever I can come clever, well, that's my endeavor So whether or not you understand, that there's only one DJ Quik With no C still you can't be me Because I'm floatin' in my Lex and depositin' fat checks and Gettin mad sex while I floss the NSX and Doin' what I wanna, and you's a goner, nigga For thinkin that you can catch me slippin' on a street corner Remember Compton's in the house, and Quik is in the hood Sippin' yak with all my niggaz 'cause it's tooted good So don't knock it till you try it, 'cause Eiht he tried to knock it But he's still walkin' round with my nuts in his pocket So put tha P in it represent and sip that Miller And for those of y'all concerned, this is still Eiht Killa Let me take a load off my scrotum, little pest If it don't make dollars nigga, you know the rest If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense So don't kill game, let the people, commence If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense Because you gotta give it up to the crown prince Now I done sold my fuckin' soul to the shit that I kick While you groupie ass niggaz keep on ridin' the dick You oughta know that DJ Quik ain't your average Everyday motherfucker, slick like a snake 'cause I stuck ya Now, I never had my dick sucked by a man befo' But you gon' be the first, you little trick ass hoe Then you can tell me just how it taste But before I nut I shoot some piss in your face You fuckin' coward, tremblin' like a nervous wreck 'Cause when I caught your ass, you put yourself in check And when you left my presence, you left expedient You ain't no fuckin' killer, youse a comedian, beyotch Tell me why you act so scary Givin' your set a bad name wit your misspelled name E-I-H-T, now should I continue Yeah, you left out the G 'cause the G ain't in you Remember that time you was rollin' on the West side And a little brown bucket pulled up on your side Caught at that light in your Camry in the midst of a Real killer, tell me did you feel a little nervous You was in the shadow of death with two trey-five-sevens Pointed at your chest whatchu gon' do, where was your Niggaz, that kill at you ain't got no killers so kill dat Holdin' up your hands and beggin' for a pass You lucky they didn't just to get to dumpin' on yo' ass 'Cause this game you think is funny is some real shit So you need to be more careful who you fuckin' wit, beyotch If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense I'm through playin' with your punk ass If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense Because you gotta give it up to the crown prince Shouts goes out to my well known road dog What's up Dozun Tru, they don't understand it, baby They can't fade us out here on these Compton streets It's bigger than they can imagine to the whole entire Death Row family both sides, whassup niggaz And my nigga Big Suge, known for keepin' shit poppin' To my nigga Big J, my little nigga Hi-C, little straight G And that little singin' ass nigga, Danny Boy Y'all don't understand, y'all can't fade this I'm the first nigga that was "Bangin' on Wax" Yeah, if you remember, 1987 underground tapes And it don't stop, and it won't stop
Here we go Yo, a day in the life of a player named Quik I'm just a stubborn kind of fellow with a head like a brick And just because I drink the 8, they say that I'm hopeless But I don't give a fuck, so blame it on the loc-est Now this is how we do it when we checkin a grip Teddy bear's in the house, so don't even trip We're bustin funky compositions as smooth as a prism So check it while I kick it to this funky ass rhythm It's friday morning, the phone is ringin off the hook * And amg is puttin down girl rhymes in his notebook Or should I say dope sack, because we don't bust wack I pick up the phone and it's the d (whassup nigga?) He said he's comin down at about two on the dot So I'm about to rush the tub while my water's still hot And now I'm soakin, a brother like the devestatin dj quik ain't jokin Fuck with me on dsp and you'll get broken My name is Quik, but you can call me daddy Yo open up the door, they think I'm freak man in a caddy Now freaky's in an el doggin shabbies in at alco And everybody's sippin on a quart (here we go) D just came with a forty and a quart In addition to the three that greedy just brought But I don't wanna start early, so I just might Put my forty in the freezer cause I wanna get bent (tonite) Tonight's the nite (yeah) (tonite) Tonight is the nite (tonite) Tonight's the nite (yo when we gon get bent) tonite Tonight is the nite (aww yeah) And now I'm out of the tub up in a fancy freak Spray on some serious and put on my girbaud jeans Sweatsuit, the gray one with the burgundy trim And it's a medium, fit me proper cause I'm nice and slim Five thirty on the clock and the sun is steadily sinkin' And I am steadily thinkin about the 8 that I'll be drinkin' You know I ain't ashamed and you know I ain't bashful So go on and pop the forty so I can pour me a glassful Ham is in the bedroom rollin' up a stencil Fatter than a pinky and the length of a pencil Freakie lit it up and hit it one, two, three Shabby took a hit and then they pass it to me (It's the bomb!) Yo I can feel my senses (get numb) Yo fuck the forty ounce (I need some rum) I'm chillin' like a villain (here I come!) And that's how I'm livin' Tonight is the nite and I'm lookin real sporty Proper friday evening and I'm ready to party Crusher came in with a handful of snaps Fuck it, let's shoot some craps (Yo what they in fo') a fin or a half (Yo shoot that ten nigga) don't make me laugh Hi-c want a dove and he think that shit is funny But I'm seven and eleven and I'm takin niggaz money (tonite) Tonight's the nite (yeah watch me fuck the hoe) tonite Tonight is the nite (passin naturals on motherfuckers) tonite Tonight's the nite (yo, I'm unfadable) tonite Tonight is the nite (ahh let's break it down, so I can get funky) (Tonite) Ahh yeah Givin' 'em somethin they can roll on, hold on Wake up saturday morning and I got a headache I can't believe that I'm sick from all the shit that I drank (Last nite) soon as I felt it comin' on I should quit, it's true that a drunk ain't shit To the man up above, the whole thanks I give I'll never drink again if you just let me live Mike P spoke to me and I said I couldn't call it Call it earl like a mother while I'm grippin the toilet I need a 7-up, because my head is spinnin' Round and round I think I better sit down My homey shot is alright, but I'm feeling faint I guess he's used to it, but a nigga like quik ain't K is on the phone, and teddy's at the door Some fine ass bitches comin over at four (I thought you ain't drinkin' no more) yeah right Because as soon as they come, we doin' the same ol' shit tonite Tonight's the nite (yeah) tonite Tonight is the nite (straight gettin' fucked up, heyyy) tonite Tonight's the nite (fuck that pass me that pina colada) tonite (Man I don't wanna fade that 8 ball no mo) Tonight is the nite (that shit be fuckin a nigga up) tonite Tonight's the nite (ahh yeah nothin but a party and I'm kickin it) (What's up Pete and Greg) tonite Tonight is the nite (how you livin'?) tonite Tonight's the nite (hey somebody get that nigga a genuine draft) (Yeah) *tonite* Tonight is the nite (and on that motherfuckin note, I'm outta here) (See-ya) tonite Tonite Tonite Tonite Tonite Tonite Tonite Tonite Tonite Tonite Tonite We out (what about peace?) fuck peace nigga, give me another brew
This one goes out to my niggas 'Cause we be havin' to deal with these punk ass bitches Check this out Hey bitch, you remember me? It's mista DJ Quik from the Westside of the Tree And you met me at 2000, where I'm brownin' That's where me and the P P C were just clownin' Doin' what we had to do to get by No money in my pocket but I was still fly Curled to my neck but I got respect And now I stack fat sacks and ride around in a Lex And, oh, my bitch, how you changed I see you rubbin' all on my dick and it's feelin' kinda strange 'Cause then you wouldn't even walk me around the block But now your tryin' to throw me that toe up cock I wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole I gots to keep the P in it, baby, muthafuck you hoes But open up wide if you given up head Because, close mouths don't get fed I'm talking to punk ass, trick ass, nuttin' ass, bitches What's the name of your perfume 'Vicious'? Hoes ain't shit, ain't gon' be, ain't never will be And I'ma make you feel bad that you fucked me So, fast forward tricks, this is strictly for my dogs Ballin' like a muthafucka ragtop hogs And El Cos keep rollin' to this gangsta shit And when I'm feelin' like being bothered with you bitches I'm givin ya Somethin' 4 tha Mood Somethin to get you in the groove So, sip that cognac at get back 'Cause that's just what I'm doin' What about my bitch in my lap? (I'm givin ya) I got somethin' 4 tha Mood Somethin' to get you in the groove So, sip that cognac at get back 'Cause that's just what I'm doin' What about my bitch in my lap? Ah, now it's 5: 15 and I'm thinking about niggas Playa Hamm Mr. Shabby Bleu and Big Jam Hamm's at Gina's, so I hit him on my mobile 87 Sprint him, so you know I gots to flow Yo, what's up, nigga? Yo, same ol' playa Got some tendas, meet me over at Gina's a little later Hook it up mobbin' through with D and a couple of half G's So, is you down for the skeaze? I'm on my way Now, the bitches at Gina's, they all wanna see me Put my telephone down for the LAPD They passed me, I pass them and they didn't even trip Now, I'm doin' 55 over the Arlington Dip In my Lexo's rollin', got me feelin' superior With the funky white pearl and black leather interior My niggas in my truck, we ain't givin' a fuck We carried a very face pace to 42nd place Snoop Dogg blew it and headed back to the strip In the left hand turnin' lane, niggas steppin' on trick Bust a right on Normande, the bitches blow for me But I don't pay 'em no mind 'cause they come second to my homies Hit the spot and bail but I don't step in the mud Walk up in the living room where it's smellin' like bud In the kitchen, where it ain't no drinks but a gang a food Ah, let me pop the trunk 'Cause I bought a little Somethin' 4 tha Mood Somethin to get you in the groove So, sip that cognac at get back 'Cause that's just what I'm doin' What about my bitch in my lap? (I'm givin ya) I got somethin' 4 tha Mood Somethin' to get you in the groove So, sip that cognac at get back 'Cause that's just what I'm doin' What about my bitch in my lap? Now, I dips to the studio to listen to the hits 2nd and none workin' on some brand new shit And it's tighter that a muthafucka got that swang While Big J try to take a nigga straight to Beijing But I pass on the bud, I mash on the brew Genuine Draft for my muthafuckin' crew Tashe's chillin', China just trippin' Chris engineering and Bacon and George sippin' So, listenin' to this track makes you understand Why niggas still can't fuck with the one man band Got my dark lokes clean with the P on my crown And my black leather trench to the muthafuckin' grown And I'm faded, knowin' I don't wanna drive drunk In case I get jacked, got my shit in the trunk Now, I might have been swerving but I made it to the tent Just another day in the life of Quik I'm givin' ya Somethin' 4 tha Mood Somethin to get you in the groove So, sip that cognac at get back 'Cause that's just what I'm doin' What about my bitch in my lap? (I'm givin ya) I got somethin' 4 tha Mood Somethin' to get you in the groove So, sip that cognac at get back 'Cause that's just what I'm doin' What about my bitch in my lap? (And you know I got) Somethin' 4 tha Mood Somethin to get you in the groove So, sip that cognac at get back 'Cause that's just what I'm doin' What about my bitch in my lap? (I'm givin ya) I got, somethin' 4 tha Mood Somethin' to get you in the groove So, sip that cognac at get back 'Cause that's just what I'm doin' What about my bitch in my lap? (And we up out)
Some beleive in love and some beleive in friends But niggaz like me beleive in making ends Cause even when your bitch wants to trick around You know the moneys got you safe and sound Now i'm bout to take it back to 84, when I was 14 Kickin back in the trees Westside if you please And 436 west spruce was the spot With me Wayne, Mike, Shot, Nookie, Slug, and Rock Donzelly if ya with me than let that shit kick If your head aint spinning from dippin all them sticks Cause way back in the day they used love a wet baggie Screaming "HORALE ESE" with them laces on a caddy And you could'nt deny A hit from that buddah tye Going round and round the driveway Now it's coming my way And i'm zoned out at a young age And the whole spruce street was my stage Peep now back then I was in the 8th grade steady But niggaz my age was getting paid already Yeah like that nigga Zam or even young Blue They made they first million by the age of 22 Like Dan from Cedar block him and little Motor James from Piru street with them boulders Rest in peace little Noopy he did'nt have to brag Rollin to the 10 grade in a fint 0 rag Well Goddamn how can I be down? I ask my sister Jack for some help and she told me look around. Nigga they don't sell dope it sells itself While they kickback and just collect the wealth And now i'm thinking ain't nothing fly about these dirty ass khakis T-shirt dingy, prowings tackie This could be a way to flip that little funky twenty dollars that I earned Right then is when I learned that () Some believe in Jesus some believe in Allah But niggaz like me believe im making dollars Cause even when yo niggaz wanna be untrue You know the money's still good to you Yes Yes Some believe in love and some believe in friends But niggaz like me believe in making ends Cause even when yo bitch wants to trick around You know the moneys got you safe and sound Peep I gets a dub on the 1st and 15th for a fact So instead of spending it up I gave my money to Jack Now she jump in the regal and said i'll be right back When she came in she put me down with a plastic sack I turned my 40 into 80 and that was my profit I'm keepin my rocks in the house and not in my pocket Sister Jackie in the kitchen with some boiling water, baking soda Fresh powder, baby bottles, making more boulders Checking a fat grip slanging rocks to tricks Donzelly dippin sticks went and bought um a 6 And 500 block peach running thangs ya see Moving gallon after gallon and key after key I'm telling you I done seen it all From niggaz hitting the sherman and the passout on the wall From cluckers wanting a hit so bad they let there panies fall Teeth rotten hair gone and whole checks get blown But then i'm still breaking these pebbles like bam bam Saved them, splitting rocks to the um tic toc I went from wearing khakis to Sergio Teccini While my rocks is disappearing like the great Whodini I bought a gang of clothes, all of my equiptment And getting somthing new with each and every shipment Money gets made and money gets spent and how these jealous niggaz acting only makes it evident that () Some believe in Jesus some believe in Allah But niggaz like me believe im making dollars Cause even when yo niggaz wanna be untrue You know the money's still good to you Yes Yes Some believe in love and some believe in friends But niggaz like me believe in making ends Cause even when yo bitch wants to trick around You know the moneys got you safe and sound Check now in 1988 I moved away to L.A. My niggaz Playa Ham and Gina gave me a place to stay On my way up from bottom rock Bitches starting to jock Cause my hair is getting longer And games getting stronger To pull my on weight I went and got me a job But by then Ham and Gina really started to squab About weather I should go or stay She told him either he goes or you go we both was on our way So he moved and took me with him on 2001 Browning clowning with playas all around me just astounding My nigga pimpin Carl got staring with that hair an Rolling up and down the street in that rag 7 with Darren Shaby blue feathered as he swerved In the El Co p-6 park away from the curve Big Jam L.A Mike, Darryl, Nicki on the bike That nigga Top, Big Shane, and Tweed rolling up the weed And hoes just come and go in and out Revolving door leaving with some nut in they mouth I'm making a living of pimpin so you fools can't trip Cause even though I love God I also love my grip () Some believe in Jesus some believe in Allah But niggaz like me believe im making dollars Cause even when yo niggaz wanna be untrue You know the money's still good to you Yes Yes Some believe in love and some believe in friends But niggaz like me believe in making ends Cause even when yo bitch wants to trick around You know the moneys got you safe and sound (talk box) oooooooooooooo, ooooooooooooooooooo yeah safe and sound yeah safe and sound baby ooooooooooooooo, ooooooooooooooooooo yeah safe and sound yeah safe and sound gotta let you knoooooow gotta let you knoooooow gotta let you knoooooow Comptons in the house
Baby baby baby baby baby Who taught you how to do this shit? Yeah you bad than a motherfucker Tell me why are you so curious And why you keep on starin' At the motherfuckin' zipper on these jeans That i'm wearin' cause baby what's in there Is beyond your wildest dreams And although it seems that i'm on the nigga hoe team Girl listen listen mary don't you weep I don't come cheap and i'm not just no nigga off the street I'm a certified specialized pro Who's got a lot of soul when you're swingin' Off the end of my pole But the matter at hand is the size And how it makes ya act When you get it up and in between your thighs You could squirm and squeal and try to make a deal That'll keep me on your jock For whenever you get that feelin' for the real And when it gets swollen You think you'll be controllin' me Because i put the pole in your hole, see But however it's done, it's 68 and i owe you 1 I'm doin' it for the thrill of it So tell me can you feel it? Chorus: Itz your fantasy baby, tell me if you feel it You know you wanna feel it Itz your fantasy, sing it if you feel it Okay, let's find a place, somethin' out of dodge Like the quality inn or the travelodge Since i'm goin' out of my way Baby you pay for the spot See it's only right since you gettin' the cock Now tell me who's gonna get the rubbers? First things first, yes i like a bitch Who carries lifestyles in her purse So since you know the play Close the curtains all the way And get ready for a toss and some rib sauce With a little weed i could do a good deed And as long as you ain't bleedin' I can give you what you need But i got a little ritual before we make love You gotta dish-a-dish-a-scrub Wash-a-wash-a-wash-a-rinse in the bathtub Hennessy and apple juice to sip on Get a little buzzed and we can get our dig on So don't trip cause when you Takin' off your clothes to reveal it I'ma make you feel it Chorus: Sing it if ya feel it, itz your fantasy baby Touch me if ya feel it, i need to know if you feel it Can you feel it baby? Now put it where you want it, get in where you fit in Cause when it comes to hittin' it, splittin' it I ain't bullshittin' See, you look so good you make me wanna go bare back on ya But i ain't hittin' unless i use the whole pack on ya Bitch didn't ya know i have more stamina than a horse? So don't trip just let the hen take it's course Yeah right now your frontin', Shy, actin' like you nervous, naw, turnaround, lay down And let me pound on your cervix Yeah, it's the log ride, like at magic mountain Take it out your mouth and shoot it like a fountain Pull and watch it explode Let me change my tire and i'm right back on the road Now is this more than you expected? You let me drive that coochie and i wrecked it So even though i'll never get another chance to kill it It's cool just as long as i made you feel it Chorus: Itz your fantasy, tell me if you feel it You know you love it, sing it if you feel it You make me feel it, i know you feel it You know you feel it, tell me if you feel it Sing it if you feel it Yeah, you feel it, i love to make you feel it Oohh, you feel it
Now even though I was only a young buck, I was still trying to kick it Having a gang of fun and much too young to be wicked 'Cause when I was thirteen you know we didn't have cars It was either double ride the peg nuts or hop on the handle bars And then we went and bought a gang of balloons And had a water balloon fight that lasted until the night Then after that we played some hide and go get it With the neighborhood home girls, dumb enough to be with it All in fun and games and keeping it cool But my my, when you're kicking it, time flys by 'Cause every hour's a minute and every minute's a sec And if I came home late my moms would ring my neck, yeah But I regret not the whoopings I got 'Cause to be able to play the next day was okay On a mission to hit up the neighbor's fruit trees Just a bunch of kids chillin', enjoying the summer breeze Summer breeze, flowing like the wind Boy you need to know that you got a friend and I'll always be here Summer breeze, flowing like the wind Boy you need to know that you got a friend and I'll always be here Now I'm growing some fuzz, getting older like 17 or 18 And the only thing I know is to stay clean T-shirt, short pants, Nike's on spotless I was even old enough to buy me a cutlass Saw a vehicle to ride around town, play with the hoes and Roll down the window and mack to the one who's chosen Yo, them biker pants is looking kinda right on you My name is DJ Quik and my homies is having a barbecue Before I finish my whole sentence complete Yeah she was off the bus stop and in my passenger seat And we was sliding to the westside, stopped at the store To get some bulls farm because that make 'em kick it a little more And at the spot, you know that chicken was kicking The pig on the grill and so the day was chill But that night my girl was tipsy and was ready to skeeze But I didn't even trip, too busy jocking the summer breeze Summer breeze, flowing like the wind Boy you need to know that you got a friend and I'll always be here Summer breeze, flowing like the wind Boy you need to know that you got a friend and I'll always be here Now I'm 23 and I remember the times when We was chillin' like villains and didn't have no nines Like when we used to mob to beaches to kick it and swim Now I hang around and watch the tides come in And I'm thinking how many funerals I've been to Watching all my homies get buried in them boxes they put 'em into And then I read a letter from upstate, from my homie G-Wayne Who's been locked up since '87, '88 And it really ain't nothing fly about it So he go 'I'm a stay strong or I'm a break down and simply cry about it' And when it seem like things just ain't gon' be right I gotta thank my creator for letting me sleep last night And wake me up in the morn because I shutter to think That could be me dead or locked away in the clink So I'm lifting my homies spirits as tall as the trees And I can even hear him calling me, in the summer breeze Summer breeze, flowing like the wind Boy you need to know that you got a friend and I'll always be here Summer breeze, flowing like the wind Boy you need to know that you got a friend and I'll always be here Summer breeze, flowing like the wind Boy you need to know that you got a friend and I'll always be here Summer breeze, flowing like the wind Boy you need to know that you got a friend and I'll always be here Summer breeze, flowing like the wind Boy you need to know that you got a friend and I'll always be here Summer breeze, flowing like the wind Boy you need to know that you got a friend and I'll always be here Summer breeze, flowing like the wind Boy you need to know that you got a friend and I'll always be here Summer breeze, flowing like the wind Boy you need to know that you got a friend and I'll always be here Summer breeze
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