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My name is Quik & I be moving fast like a race car |
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but I'm top seed #1 like the pace car |
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Whether you up on me or you chillin' way far |
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you can tell almost immediately that I'm aced off |
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So listen muthafucka why you comin' off hard |
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my objective is to catch you off guard |
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get covert & infiltrate yo' clique |
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crack yo' shit & mack yo' bitch |
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Now tell me could you conceive a nigga all up in her beaver |
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givin' her the love fever for hours at a time before I take a breather |
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and when she tell me she loves me I don't believe her |
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'Cause I rock in stereo or mono hot like gonno- |
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rhea burnin' everytime you take a pee uh |
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So when you see a nigga out with his girl |
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then baby play like you don't know me & we'll keep in a twirl |
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because baby I go deeper than the deep blue seas |
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Baby do you really wanna play the flute on me? |
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I'll give you a sack & take it back & you'll die to get it |
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little punk 'cause I'm fly with it |
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[Chorus] |
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When we come up we gettin' down down down |
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Step in the club they give us pound pound pound |
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Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown & round |
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DJ Quik & AMG with a brand new sound |
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[repeat] |
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[AMG:] |
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I told her don't chase it but you can place it |
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in between your jaws to taste it |
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or leave it in the basement |
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I be the riddler that's too familiar get in the middle of ya |
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and then I diddle ya, dick ya down 'til it tickles |
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smack the booty with no pimples |
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caress ya back then rub ya nipples |
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Baby I'm a crack fiend get the KY & if I'm at a jiggalo |
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baby say hi fly like a eagle in a Range Rover or a Regal |
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lookin' for the party people & when I catch ya baby girl |
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you should feel lucky we can make love |
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but don't forget to fuck me |
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'cause you got more bounce than Roger Troutman |
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I don't know when it's in or out and |
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soak me baby give me that good thang |
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ain't nothin' wrong with a coochie bang |
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'cause Suga Free, Mausberg, Quik & the AM |
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definitely knows how to play 'em |
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'cause we went from demos to limos to luxuriousies |
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to models from Milan on they knees |
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[Chorus] |
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When we come up we gettin' down down down |
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Step in the club they give us pound pound pound |
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Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown & round |
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AMG & Mausberg with a brand new sound |
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[repeat] |
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[Mausberg:] |
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Oh you didn't know that I'm the bomb baby |
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well take a toke of this D-I- & you gon' be feelin' flizie |
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'cause I be's Mausberg the superior |
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steppin' through the club pound pound so ya fearin' us |
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but don't trip we keep the vibe right |
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Baby buy me some Remy & if |
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yo' baby daddy trippin' tell him beep me |
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'cause I be's Black & Tone & swift up on my toes |
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G'd up in alligate's and steel toes |
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Can I get a pound pound? (pound pound) |
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If Free the flyest who am I? (You the realest) |
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Look into my eyes & tell me what do you see |
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oh you jockin' my entourage DJ Quik & AMG |
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well get yo' groove on 'cause I ain't hatin' on the homies |
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when that 9-5th drop you & yo' sister gon' be on me |
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all I wanna do is slide up in & slide back out |
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slap you in yo' face & stick it dead in yo' mouth |
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You think I'm bullshittin' well meet me after my show |
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bring yo' lips to that all white stretch limo |
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so we can ride, slide, dip & glide Booyah! |
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and do our thang 'cause my whole clique fly |
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[Chorus] |
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When we come up we gettin' down down down |
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Step in the club they give us pound pound pound |
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Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown & round |
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Mausberg & Suga Free with a brand new sound |
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[repeat] |
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[Suga Free:] |
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It feel good don't it? |
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It ain't no good if it ain't good enough |
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to put the proper good on it |
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peep how I struck up bitch jump in the air |
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stay there until I tell you come down |
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& when you do you shut the fuck up |
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She'll sell a nice dream but bitch you'll |
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have better luck tryin' to find 2 Pac than |
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me buying you somethin' off the ice cream truck |
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Oxygen you leave 'lone leave me 'lone |
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before I lock you in that little bitty box again |
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Don't let up y'all just keep her soakin' wet up |
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playa playa & tell her when she need to shut up |
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don't lighten up naw nigga you better you better tighten up |
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Throw ya head back back back back |
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lean it to the side hey playas (Yeah!) |
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tell 'em that we fly (We fly!) Ooooh catastrophe! |
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Bitch rather slide down a slide of razor blades |
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into a pool of pimp piss but this hoe had the audacity |
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to ask me for a dollar even though that's all I had left |
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These greedy lying ass hoes'll fifty cents yo' ass to death! |
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[Chorus] |
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When we come up we gettin' down down down |
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Step in the club they give us pound pound pound |
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Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown & round |
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and we come to hit the world with a brand new sound |
