Lyrics:
[DJ Quik]
She wanna, put on her favorite CD and take it off
She wanna, get up on top of some D and make it soft
She wanna, ride around off in my big
you say
All day, every day, any damn day
Take a look around, we got the whole world locked down
Goin' on and on, it don't stop, won't stop, can't stop
That she make me feel real irie
(Real Irie, That)
So lemme sing it like this (Don't Do It)
I said me wan yes me wanna rip your girl
I do I said me
taste (boy you better)
I told him eat it up (Flo Milli shit)
Don't get ahead of yourself, scholars
Sing to my niggas, Hakuna Matata
Who got the key
So there was this DJ who 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"
And then
Quik is funkin' that street level
Now you can play like you don't know what the fuck I'm talkin' about
But you know what's happenin', nigga
kill
So all you hoes, and you bitches and you trick tramp sluts
It's the dick eat up, now
This is for the ho in you
In you, the ho in you
This is
Entertainment
My man DJ Smurf, you know what LandLord
Let em hear something else off that hot ass mixtape
Yeah waddup waddup its The B-O-S-S Bossman baby
Bmore
[DJ Quik]
I don't really give a fuck what you think
I only really give a fuck what you drink
I'm a bartender, car spender, a dick lender
A cash
You don't want it with this, put the truck in his ribs
We don't fight fair, fuck that, we jump in, get our licks
Reds and whites flash, do the dash,
All you had to do is give Crawf a call
And watch me come through and get it crackin why'all
I'm still breakin bricks with the homey Quik
We try
(it did)
In a place where they package crack and meth up
So if you act aggressive don't be shocked to see the flash suppressor
When the goons is in true
[DJ Quik]
Hey!
You got that see through style that I can stare through (right through)
Produce a track on you, I don't care to (I won't do it)
But
to someone
it's sorry this and forgive me that and I'm not worthy. What
are you doing now!?
ARTHUR: I'm averting my eyes, oh Lord.
GOD: Well, don't. It's
the whole world stompin
Title of the track: "Fuck Compton !"
Yeah, the record was a hit
and DJ Quik was on my muthaphukkin dick [haha]
Now you say the boy is
Everybody in the club right now (hey)
Tell the DJ's to turn it loud (hey)
Dedicated man your favorite song
If you came here by yourself tonight
'Cause
want it
Mah 16 so mean, put 20 g's and my chain on it
Quik to flip
I ain't the average chick
Im packin' a mac in the back of the 45 pass 6
And you
Zoo
Pomona, DJ Quik and Blacktone
But them niggaz cross the street know it's really on
Now I can go on and on but I refuse to cause I might lose you
dick
Bitch git tha ruler
Homie you so quik ta lose her
Its slick tha ruler - weezy
Yea - what tha fuck you niggas talkn about
Catch you walkin out yo
by, don't break your neck
Just ask to dance it's the best you'll get
Can't sit with us if you're not eating
Girls want beef but they act vegan
Up too
So there was this DJ Who 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
And then this
started tripping so it's time to go
Up to the park with the locsta's
Everybody broke, smokin' roaches
DJ Quik was the shit had every nigga claiming he was
Watts Up, DJ Quik and KAM, damn, another dynamic duo
What, I thought you knew, oh
It's on and poppin' with my nigga from Compton
East side
So there was this DJ who 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
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