Lyrics:
[DJ Quik]
And just when you motherfuckers thought it was over
I'm back up in this motherfucker..
"You better get ready"
"for-for-for for
(feat. DJ Quik)
[Ludacris (Dj Quik)]
Gotta keep it a secret (woo!)
Hey man let me ask you something man
You ever have one of them days where
[Repeat: x4]
[DJ Quik]
Yo, I'm DJ Quik a player and a hustler too
So many girlies on my jock that I don't know what to do
I buy my jimmies by
young'n show that Bentley
Stunna' my Pa' so you know that's in me
Gotti my mentor so don't go there wit' me
Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ
Say go DJ
on your brain
To make it simple, Quik is the name
Too quick, too quick
Too quick, too quick
DJ Quik
Yeah, I won't compare my rhyme styles to no gat
on your brain
To make it simple, Quik is the name
Too quick, too quick
Too quick, too quick
DJ Quik
Yeah, I won't compare my rhyme styles to no gat
down, built me up, drove me crazy
Made me hungry, made you hate me, but fuck love
It don't make dollars it don't make sense nigga
By the way that's DJ
And Allow Me Too Place My Hand On Your Waist
We Can Boogie Till You Conk Out
Faint Like Marie
On The Dance Floor Boppin With Me
Ice Cube And DJ Quik dJ Quik
Aww yeah!
Hey, check it out..
DJ Quik is in the motherfuckin' house! (repeat 8X)
[DJ Quik]
Check it out...
Now I be knockin' bitches like it
young'n show that Bentley
Stunna' my Pa' so you know that's in me
Gotti my mentor so don't go there wit' me
Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ
Say go DJ
feat. AMG, DJ Quik, Hi-see, Swift
* from the forthcoming "Informal Introduction"
{*scratching*}
[Verse: Shade Sheist]
Yo, it ain't nothin'
[DJ Quik]
Yo, mesa name is DJ Quik, and this is dedicated to all the bud smokas in the
house if you like to roll up a big fat huddha and smoke it
or you get a beat from Quik
Shyheim Da Kid
Yo yo this Shyheim, and y'all can suck my DICK!
Son you owe me, fuck the dough I want it in blood
You was my
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
[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
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
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
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
, 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
and you know it and you really wanna show it
If you're sexy and you know it clap your hands
Go DJ
Cut the scratch
Go DJ
Don't stop
Go DJ
Cut
2
It's a DJ Quik produced joint, so pop it and lock it
Right here on the station that fades them all, W Balls
Yeah, that's that chronic
Don't stop
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
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
on and work those hips
Like them inmates work those divs
And when I get there, baby, work your lips
If it don't make dollars, don't holler
It's DJ Quik in
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