Lyrics:
You think they really fucking with you but they not
But they stay hating on me and I know they want my spot
I just send my bro the addy so he can go
matter
It goes into my head as just chit-chatter (woo)
You may think I'm egotistical or just worry free
But what you say? I'll go tell it to, Timothy
you sprung just like a cluck
Bitch, hey, DJ Quik is in effect for the 9-0 season
Skeasing is the reason, cause I'm so damn pleasing
Quik is the name
favorite song of mine
And accept my calls on the request line
D.J. will play just for you
But I gotta down and show I know how to
We got favorites,
And she rock Chanel, but she don't collect check
That's my double C's, you know me invest
She my DJ Khaled, screamin' you the best
I've been goin'
Ayo, it's DJ Kay Slay
AKA slap your favorite DJ
You already know what the fuck it is
I'm in the building with my niggas
Washed Money Entertainment
My
pussy.. what kind?
[DJ Quik]
Yeah... and I'm takin'
All the money from these funky hoes that I be breakin'
If you say that there's another Quik then
as well get ill
I walked in the house, the Big Bad Fresh Prince
But Freddy killed all that noise real quick
He grabbed me by my neck and said, ";Here's
Cut-Creator
He circumcises DJ's while he's on the airwaves
Till the missions' complete, you're a musical slave
English revision he endure any collision
Like
know that I'm the King with it
And you don't wanna come behind me with it, bro (huh)
I killed this shit, I ain't gotta rhyme no more
Welcome to my
the captains now
You just Gilligan
Fill 'em in
Cereal MCs, we just killed again
Cap'n Crunch in the buildin'
Hip-hop's the ship that we steerin' in
Experience
next?
Hands down best
DJ, SPIN that shit again!
Now I gotta show em what's up
Had to come back, drop something for the club
You can bet I ain't letting
you know, after they picked that "Truth" beat
I was figuring I was gonna get some more work
But shit just wasn't poppin' off like that
I was
he was taken by the gun
Just another sad story out the book where I'm from
They rushing cap hill while the blacks getting killed
Tryna stay alive
Kids
I told niggas I was jumpin' on jets, and post them foreigns by steps, let's get it
I had to earn they respect, they hatin' the more that I flex, they
changed up the flow
Maybe you should've just gave up dough
Maybe Nobody will know (Nah!)
Maybe Your gun was the first one to blow?
Maybe Your son is the one
)
(Getting shot and getting killed)
Gutterville, gutterville
Gutterville
Nigga, fuck how you feel
(Nigga, fuck how you feel)
(Nigga, fuck how you feel)
on the radio
Teresa broke her neck just to say (hello)
I looked at her I said you must be foolish
Why did you ignore me on the way to school if you were
But Freddy killed all that noise real quick
He grabbed me by my neck and said,
"Here's what we'll do. We've got a lotta work here, me and you
and a scar on my brain
I seen a gangster get killed by a lame
Throw life away tryna make you a name
Just stay in school boy you know you don't bang
Hopped off
the club
Yo, DJ cool to the rescue
We gon' break this joint down
Ayo a-huh, a-huh, ahh
If you pumpin' this one
In your truck
(Let's get dirty)
Say
a ghetto is quite a routine
And last night was just another distraction
Or a reaction of what we consider madness
I know exactly what happened
You ran
and catch a bullet for that
Since the last time your rhyme was killed a whole lot more
I said excuse me officer what you still stopping me for
I'm just
I'm rhymin' and designin', also creatin'
And not another DJ rocks this type of beat
I'm rhymin' and designin', also creatin'
And you'll scratch
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