Lyrics:
guarded
And if you wanna bring me up back the fuck up off mine
then we can get it started
[DJ Quik]
I aint givin no respect to you bustas
that aint givin
, lil' ol' alcoholic-ass nigga
[Hamm]
Well, you know I got to have it, my brother, ain't nothing changed
You want to hit it?
[Quik]
Yeah, what's
like a pro, she comes out the clothes
[DJ Quik]
But, uh, she flips the dildos
Whether in the Pumps, Nikes or the steel toes
Dre, you can spot it in
And to you niggas that be trippin, watch your trunk and don't be slippin'
'Cause the Quik will take your hoopty every time, motherfucker
Once again, it's
and
The streets don't jock him
And it ain't nuttin poppin, it ain't poppin
And if the walls ain't shakin
And your pockets ain't breakin
Then it ain't no fakin, you
ain't Fonky
[Chorus]
[DJ Quik]
Now when you records ain't that funky then it's easy to disrespect this
Cause you know that when I hit I didn't
DJ Quik
Why you keep givin me cards I can't keep?
I throw these two back, you throw me two more, they're so cheap
I couldn't get the winning hand
[Luda] Like a Cadillac, like you ready to throw a party
[Luda] Like call e'rybody you know, don't even plan it, just do it
[Quik] In Compton we call that
it Broken Down
You see the gift
Now find the gab
To each it's reach
If I don't cop, it ain't mine to have
I'm tryin' to be as clean as a ?
But
[DJ Quik]
Huh, now don't come to my party if you don't wanna get drunk
It's me and my niggas and we puffin on a skunk
Cus it's true when I'm bent
nice brown & round
Dj quik & amg with a brand new sound
(repeat)
Amg:
I told her don't chase it but you can place it
In between your jaws to taste
[Faint beginning: DJ Quik]
Just break it down
C'mon (Fuck me)
You wanna fuck? (Suck me)
You got a chip? (Thank me)
Come to daddy (Duck me)
Any type
by a different bunch hot little girls
Speed it up, and let a real niggas see what ya got lil' girl
Got lil' doe, got something to blow
You wanna get
laid - up (up!)
Give it everything I got to stay paid - up (up!)
And if you feelin a nigga then say whaaat? (What!)
Hook: [James Debarge]
As we mooove
still ain't never change
I'm about the money, I ain't fucking with the fame
DJ Quik (get paid, get paid, young nigga, get paid)
If it don't make
snare
It's DJ Quik and Jon B, and that's not fair
Ladies get dramatic whenever we get near
You rockin' two Bluetooths and still can't hear
This is
to take the time
to grind. If so why don't you leave with me today let's play
this game I call it touch a secret place let's play
See first I just grab ya
you know it.
I'm gonna let you know it. (you know what
y'all can never get at me)
Now battle
<DJ scratches " too Quick" 'til end>
featuring AMG
(Dj Quik talking)
Yeah something new
Something different
Yeah bitch you know who I'm talkin bout
Imma tell
[Chorus]
In the club drinkin' with all my homies
And ain't no worries tonight 'cause we poppin' off
Don't bite me, but if you wanna fight me
It ain't
the bass keep boomin
I'm dj quik, and the shots I'm callin
But the posse don't mind, cause we all 8-ballin
(8 ball)
(here we go)
(ah yeah)
(take it in
[DJ Quik]
They got an ATM in the strip club
And when it's all trick money every crisp dub
Switch your mouth put a dolla on a bottled water
I'll then
what i need quik
Bitch what you thought? I was raised by this street shit
Dont take my kindness for weakness
Ima grind hard, go harder than you seen
From you don't recognize? I'ma let chu know
Always DJ Q-U-I-K
You in my room now, do what I say
Get your ass up out of that chair
Peel them clothes
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