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Side, oh no, it's '98, y'all an' we got some new shit |
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What we say? Yes, ha ha |
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Fade the world in this motherfucker |
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That's right, oh, check it out |
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Fuck what ya heard, baby, I'm DJ Quik |
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Whether on TV or in these streets, I'm still the shit |
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I went from drinkin' eight ball an' makin' demos |
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To drinkin' Hennessey an' Chivas Regal in the back of the limo |
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Gettin' my issue in life you can't hate that |
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An' when I tell you about yo' self, nigga, you can't take that |
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'Cause y'all be cross fadin' if you don't understand |
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You got a side an' I got one |
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But you be crossin' over here to see what's in my hand |
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Yeah, but that's cool too |
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I gets my money on the double, that's what I do |
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Hittin' them brown bubbles an' avoidin' trouble |
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Hoes to choose with nothin' to lose |
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An' a million mothafuckas wanna be in my shoes |
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But you don't understand, beyond the parties an' cheer |
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I been broke my whole career, breakin' bread with my peers |
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Bought a '96 Impala, the new SS |
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Before the 20,000 mile mark, I gave it to Sid |
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I could never bust a new shoe if my nephews ain't got 'em |
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Fila, Jumpman, Cortez, yeah, I'm comin' out the pocket |
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For my homies in the hood, up on it when I'm around |
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'Cause there's a difference between bein' a thug an' bein' down now |
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Bang bang boogie da bang da bang boogie to da boogie |
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Bang boogie da bang fuck what you sayin', nigga? |
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You'z a ganxta, no, I'm not |
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Nigga, you'z a ganxta, no, I'm not |
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Nigga, you'z a ganxta |
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Bang bang boogie da bang da bang boogie to da boogie |
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Bang boogie da bang, fuck what you sayin', nigga? |
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You'z a ganxta, no, I'm not |
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Nigga, you'z a ganxta, no, I'm not |
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Nigga, you a ganxta |
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Just 'cause I kick it with killers, don't mean that I do it |
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My occupation's a musician an' I'm stayin' true to it |
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I went from bein' a rider to bein' a provider |
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While I was straddlin' the fence tryin' not to hit the divider |
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Just an impressionable human being tryin' to do right |
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Every now an' then I get my manhood tested in fights |
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Like I used to have a beef with this cat named Eiht |
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An' his homies approached me at the club El Rey |
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What was I to do? I'm on stage an' I'm doin' my thang |
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An' this nigga's out in the crowd tryin' to hoo bang |
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Givin' it up for his homies an' set trippin' too |
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But he wasn't from Rollin' 60's, more like Tragney |
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I wonder what's his problem? What he tryin' to say? |
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Is this business personal or just 'Fuck Quik Day'? |
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I approached him like a man an' not like a nut |
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He turned around an' put his drink down an' straight knuckled up |
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In the dark club punches is flyin' all around |
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An' even though it was me an' him the rumors went 'round |
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An' said I killed somebody, now how that sound? |
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How could I stomp somebody to death that's bigger than me |
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An' I'm just a hundred an' fifty five pounds, tell me? |
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Bang bang boogie da bang da bang boogie to da boogie |
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Bang boogie da bang, fuck what you sayin', nigga? |
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You'z a ganxta, no, I'm not |
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Nigga, you'z a ganxta, no, I'm not |
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Nigga, you'z a ganxta |
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Bang bang boogie da bang da bang boogie to da boogie |
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Bang boogie da bang, fuck what you sayin', nigga? |
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You'z a ganxta, no, I'm not |
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Nigga, you'z a ganxta, no, I'm not |
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Nigga, you a ganxta |
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See, some don't realize the power of lyrics |
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'Cause when you rap about death, you talkin' to spirits |
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You see you can say the things that can help us all ball |
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Or you can say things that make it bad for us all |
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Fix the problem, the only way is come to the source |
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Don't be a Trojan Horse, help us change the course |
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Everybody knows that it's bad in the 'hood |
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So check what you rappin' about if it ain't to the good |
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I did my part a long time ago I changed my views |
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Ain't no gang bangin' an' slangin', just hangin' with trues |
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Give it up to my Creator an' that you can quote |
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But mothafuckas still see me as a scapegoat |
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Yeah, like that night when Biggie died at Quincy Jones spot |
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Like 400 other people, yeah, I heard some shots |
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Broke away with the crowd nervous, obviously |
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An' the mothafuckas blamed it on me, what the hell? |
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Bang bang boogie da bang da bang boogie to da boogie |
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Bang boogie da bang, fuck what you sayin', nigga? |
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You'z a ganxta, no, I'm not |
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Nigga, you'z a ganxta, no, I'm not |
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Nigga, you a ganxta |
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Bang bang boogie da bang da bang boogie to da boogie |
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Bang boogie da bang, fuck what you sayin', nigga? |
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You'z a ganxta, no, I'm not |
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Nigga, you'z a ganxta, no, I'm not |
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Nigga, you a ganxta |
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Check it out, this song is dedicated |
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To the two most prolific writers in rap music history |
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Tupac Shakur an' the Notorious B.I.G. |
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It's also dedicated to the little homie from 60's |
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That lost his life at that party, rest in peace, y'all |
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An' to MC Eiht, when you get yo' head together |
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Maybe we can do a record, feel me? I'm out |
