Lyrics:
grade
She picking me up from school, they stare at her in the face
They couldn't comprehend what I grew accustomed
We pull off bumpin' Quik like it was
on the street
Play it for the Whiz Kid
Just play that beat
Play that beat
Why don't you play it for me?
Switch the mix mister D.J
(Girls singing - repeats
on the street
Play it for the Whiz Kid
Just play that beat
Play that beat
Why don't you play it for me?
Switch the mix mister D.J
(Girls singing - repeats
pick
Me and Alicia catching up
On her arithmetic
Line verses chap
Need some cap stick
Buzzard must’ve been inspired by DJ Quik
I bought Mary Jane
who you are."
Ooh, don't ya know,
It was hard always wearing my cousin's clothes.
Can you hand me down a dream
With those hand-me-down-jeans?
school
It ain't goin' nowhere, yeah
Mos Def, all the honeys shakin their booties
To DJ Quik, Slick Rick, and the Fugees
Yeah, you pullin' up just in time
brother
It's time maybe for you to grow up, Doctor Deer
My name is Azrael
And I've been watching this shit-show
I don't understand what's happening here
You motherfuckers kill me
Why yall niggas don't ever talk that shit when we be in the physical form?
Why yall niggas get all shy when we right
lets play that song keep me dancin' all night
Hey DJ lets play that song keep me dancin' all night
Don't let it end till you let it begin,
We want
you (rock right now)
yo jeff gets down cause
he's superior
others inferior
I rap a whole record to try to make it clear to you
You don't get it still
I
on full, never weak
We gotta eat, we gotta eat (We gotta eat)
Constantly on our feet
We gotta eat, we gotta eat (We gotta eat)
Don't do days we go by
You could be one-time it don't matter to me
Cause when you bring your ass to a Likwit show
You gonna get wet if you in the front row
Row, row, Ro,
So, there was this DJ
He was like, kicking off
I don't know what he was doing
But it was sick, man
Like, he was like, hands in the air, like, penis
Used to be my homie now you act like you don't know me
I bet you think about it on your way down
Remember the things you're used to
who's to blame
you?
Stay out of folks business if
It don't involve you when you on the grind
Be careful who you talk to
I've been grinding so long that
I think my balls
on the street
Play it for the Whiz Kid
Just play that beat
Play that beat
Why don't you play it for me?
Switch the mix mister D.J
(Girls singing - repeats
Call before you come, I need to shave my cho-cha (woo)
You do or you don't or you will or you won't cha? (uh)
Go downtown and eat it like a vul-cha
[Featuring 2nd II None El Debarge]
[Quik:]
Ha ha yeah check it out money & pussy make the world go 'round
(That's right) That's how it's
give up on you, they don't even fuck with you
Fuck 'em, take it back to the basis (bitch)
I'm a Don Dada, flexin' my Pradas
Poppin' my collar, Three 6
thinkin' 'bout it all night
Baby you should be up in my bed
Do you mind, do you mind? (DJ Khaled!)
Baby you, do you mind? Do you mind? Do you mind?
I'm
're incomplete
Nashville, you're the only ten I see
How it feel, yeah, going along with me?
Feels so right, you'll never wanna leave, yeah
When you pull up,
a butt-kickin' contest
My mind, is sort of like attackin' if you check it
You would find, that I could hit you with the clip don't trick
'Cause I've no time,
along, when the DJ throws it on
And if I leave here tonight and I fall asleep
And wake up, hopefully she got some teeth (uh huh)
Ha ha, ha ha, ha
You
a real way
It's going down like this forever
And a day
Now what you hear is not a drag
Cuz Mr. DJ Quik got a brand new bag
But first I gotta bang bang
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