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Quikker Said Than Dunn

DJ Quik

Balance & Options

2000

And if you didn't hear me boy I'll tell you again

My name is Quik or just call me Q
But it doesn't really matter to you
'Cause I'm the same person
Whether

clothes
And by the end of the night I'll have a million hoes
I like hood boys
Yeah
They from the gutter
He got lots of bitches I wish I could tell his

our people on some love shit
I can tell the way you really moving, you ain't done shit
Now that's some dumb shit
Ey

Know the sound this shit wavy boy

You Bluffin

Knew from the jump
That he a stupid man
Yea I need some money
I need stupid bands
Yea that boy all in love
Call em cupid man
Yea one shot

The Show Goes On

Lupe Fiasco

Lasers

2011

Strip to Detroit
Say hip-hop only destroy
Tell em' look at me, boy!
I hope your son don't have a gun and never be a D-boy

Alright, already the show

at Hillsong
Aye, aye, aye, bra
I got this crazy idea for a music video
Just call all the boys
Tell 'em, tell 'em
Wear all black
Tell some of 'em bring a Bally

When that nigga die, they say we killed em for nothin
I cannot go, got it on me Boy you gon' do with your homie
She tell me come over, she lonely I give

Kid Vs. Play (The Battle)

Kid 'N Play

House Party [Original Soundtrack]

1990

you know I gotta give
More for the dancefloor and I'ma give brain sore
Kids revin and buzzin just like a chainsaw
I make em say: Damn man, that Kid,

laughin'
That's a metaphor for any
Rapper who wants it
I smack 'em til their nose is running
You know the hoes is coming if I'm there
And the hoes is cumming

Story to Tell

Ja Rule

Belly [Clean]

1998

the type of n**** that got it and break down a key
Remember me?  J to the A, are-you-L, E baby
Smell the beef, it continue to uhh, give em hell
Fill they

Rhymes

Too Short

Life Is...Too Short

1988

and boy don't quit"
I say This is how it goes when I say my rap
Most times when I rhyme wouldn't be like that
'cause the way I write rhymes you will

the trappin'
In the cell and i swear that they trapped in
Fake Hard
And i know that they actin
Nowadays bitches booties by plastic
Niggas fake and they cap with

your dreams boy
Dont drown in that hourglass waiting
Waiting on your dream boy
(Ouhhh)

Tell me about
These niggas be my clones
I should hire some decoys

nothing
Know I stay wit that heat like the damn sun
If he reach catch a shot, that's a and-1
We got smoke by the ton, tell em get some
Think bout crossin

get it poppin'
Pocket rocket, ain't no Tamagotchi
My shirt and my jacket by Takahashi
Denim I will never tell nobody
That's Undercover kicks from London

(Sample)
Young boy in a grown man's body
Young boy with a grown man's soul
I just wanna tell somebody
I just wanna let you know
Young boy in a grown

em that I say the same
Tell them boys at OVO they be killing everything
Tell them boys at Young Money that I say the same thang (Bang)
Tell the boys we

(You see me) I pull up in that Chevrolet
That bottom muddy like the Everglades
You thinkin' different we can set 'em straight
I tell 'em fill up

tell 'em to run it (I tell 'em to run it)
Find the location, you know that we on it (you know that we on it)
See 'em escapin', I'm chasin' and slumpin'

It's was you for me
Only one I see
Low key and you blow that bag
So I know you'll do it for on me
It Was you for me
Only one I see
Boy I'm all about

Tell 'em that I'm GS9, Coke Boy
And tell 'em we brought guns for the smoke, boy
My nigga French still get it by the boat, boy
Say that Shmoney ain't

the law, wash it by divesting my investments spread em cross a few portfolios
My bitch don’t ask, she just gon order those
That’s what that trust bring
Start

Might just stomp on a opp
Call that boy album, he gon' drop
Huh, I ain't got time to stop
And this glock gon' turn his oversized T to a crop top
I'm glad

Leave your Top missin' Go ahead and tell them fuckboys they better stop dissin'
Tell your bitch drop that crop top and give some top with it

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