Lyrics:
it all and still ain't had enough
I'ma get mine, you get all me
Mouth full of drugs, a d-dope fiend
Got a house full of cars and it be like that
never seen dirty
Told me meet him at the waffle house, he got a clean .30
On my Domino's shit, only took a mean 30
My folks always on time yeah I
like Nike Air
Check a bag like Nike Air, that real shit it start here, Ls
I can turn your girl into an eater
Pineapple Crush by the liter
OTF,
[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.
DJ's gettin' overpaid for airplay
Try to shut me down like ray, what I say?
Fuck your friends and may the best jam win
Here I go, there you go
youngin' in my other room, fuckin up my sheets
She tell 'em boy don't grab my hair because you're fuckin up my weave
I got a hundred bottles Ciroc boy
All
blunts for me to get high
Feel a bump when I ride by (I'm so hood)
I got 'em hatin' talking like plies
Niggas keep dropping like flies
Snitching ain't
While you rock the mic and I rocked the cut
But now that I'm making a name for myself
All those DJ's are like
Yo Jeff whats up
All that stuff is dead
The sun beamin'
Y'all ready?
Ayo (DJ the father)
It's T, baby
I don't think you're ready
Wolf Haley, Bunnyhop, yo
I must say, I'm glad you
fuck your wristwatch
Pause, let it stop, hope we get by
Bye when I zoom, let it vroom
'Bout a hundred goons with a fume, better let it [?]
A hundred
I'm KRS and we get ill
Dj Scott Larock got his own beat
The extravagant life is what we seek
I will tell you like this cos I know for a fact
I will
a pack of wolves by the safe
I rob the bank, I'm goin' on a chase
I keep the Styrofoams, I'm goin' crazy
I got my chains on, it's like lasers
And you
man the medas and the vespid
I'm sniper rifle like a soldier in the desert
A eagle on me boy I'm known to tote a desert
I sack a ounce up before I
the house again
Bambi DJ'sll pray when he plays
Won't hit or skip I might phase
Suckers still suck and duckin uppercuts
Strike three MC's are blazed
Born
What I look like, a sucker to you, nigga?
Fuck you, rookie
Somethin' incredible, heh heh heh
Hey, hey hey hey
Turn that shit up, boy, bump that shit
now
So I can rock and roll to satisfy my soul
One hundred beds with chorus girls
A street that's paved with natural pearls
A wagon load of bonds
It feels like we've been livin' in fast forward
Another moment passing by
(Up, up, up all night)
The party's ending but it's now or never
No matter what they say I smoke hundred joints a day
Laying by my chopper, chopper laying by my safe
No matter what they say I smoke hundred joints
boys of the year, drinks is on the house (we in the house, hou', hou')
The Roc Boys in the building tonight (hey)
Look at how I'm chilling, I'm killing
games, nigga lose it all
2908 apartment 4, I remember
We were trappin' in and out the dope, I remember
Miss Shirley's house breakin' down them things,
bring back these used to be's
I can make up each and every scence
I'll do-wop and then laugh at me
And I'd like to rewrite my whole
Story
With you by
No matter what they say I smoke hundred joints a day
Laying by my chopper, chopper laying by my safe
No matter what they say I smoke hundred joints
on the road (ah)
Ten on his head, he'll be dead by the mornin' (by the mornin')
I can get dirty for the stove (ah)
Dior trench shit hang to the floor (ah)
like?
One hundred thousand million
That's what you like
So I was thinkin'
So these cities are sprouting
Like a spit in the eye
And this world
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