- DJ Quik Tha Proem 歌詞
- DJ Quik
- 'The following presentation is rated R.'
Hi-C Uhh!
God damn!
Yeah! Hi-C
This my nigga
DJ motherfuckin
Quik We gon take this shit back to the
Mixmaster days and put it all in your jawmeat and wiggle it around a little bit, hahaha
Youknowhat
Imsayin?
Party favors nigga
Ahh yeah, yall need a couple of em
We aint playin witcho bitch-ass either
Youknowhat
Imsayin?
Niggaz try to walk the walk, talk the talk
But that bullshit aint nothin man {*scratches*}
I said that bullshit aint nothin man! {*scratches: 'aw, niggaz, niggaz..'*}
Niggaz cant do what we do {'NO'} {*'Bullshit aint nothin man!'*}
Damn; so what you need to do.. is.. {'stop stop stop stop STOP!'} .. shut the fuck up and listen for a minute {'Listen!'}
Pay attention - might learn somethin {'Now LISTEN!'}
Dont you carry yo ass in the studio fuckin wit dem boys neither or they put knots all
UPSIDE ya motherfuckin head with the beats!
Thats my nigga
Q.. I call him.. {'Quik, Quik-Quik, Q-Quik, Quik-Quik'}
Quik-a-lodeon {'Too Quik!'}
Yeah.. huh?
Yeah.. {'Quik-Quik-Quik-Quik-Quik-Quik-Quik'}
Talk.. {'Motherfuckin Quik'} spit it
Yeah.. ooh!
Haha, yeah
Now off of two-fifths of drank (drank drank)
They got yo boy lookin for a bitch to spank (spank spank)
Baby you can kick it but ya sister caint (nahnah)
Runnin round smellin like a septic tank (ewwwahh)
Girl you need to stop you know your ass is stank (stank stank)
Runnin round beggin all the baller for bank (bank bank)
Tryin to hit a lick but like that you caint (nah nah)
Cause everytime your ass come around
I faint (wooo!)
People get to passin out;
Ima give you one more chance but yo ass is out
Now dont you bring yo ass back smellin like raw trout (trout)
Cause everytime
I see you
Ima bust you out! (Here she come, look out! )
And you niggaz with the demos (demos)
Man you just as bad as dem hoes (hoes)
Talkin bout your record comin out (out out)
But you need to put some gum in your mouth (hell yes)
Cause before
I hear you rhyme or you get a beat from
Quik Shyheim
Da Kid Yo yo this
Shyheim, and yall can suck my
DICK! Son you owe me, fuck the dough
I want it in blood
You was my homey, showed me nuttin but thug love
Put me on to the game, bought me my first chain
Let me ride shotgun, in your
Benz and Range
Im thinkin how this big nigga gon, go against the grain
Hit him up when its foggy outside, about to rain
Its about to rain teflon cop-killers
But we ride teflon cant-stop-killers
I thought you was fam til you switched the love
Now you, rich and fuck, you forget the thug?
Heard you on the radio, but
I aint get no plug
And if you come around the way,
I should get you stuck
I wish you luck,
Ima make you kiss the gun
And I aint gon stop until my justice done
What you wanna be labelled as, a coward or a duck?
What powder you cut, you wanted that building for what?
When you rep that building, what you said for that building
If it wasnt for me, you woulda been
DEAD in that building
You dont know what it feel like to say
I own that building
Get dough in that building, or control that building
You dont know that feeling, you aint condone that killing
Cause when the cops came, you was like, ' Shy in that building'
I remember the days when you was shook in them buildings
You in front of these buildings, frontin like you build them
When Scrams was home, you was on his dick
And you gave that bitch money cause you always been a trick
You know Shy
Da Kid, Im back on the block
Bought the crack in the spot, spit back in the block
Fuckin clap at the cops, if
Im rappin or not
Whatchu gon do nigga?
Shoot or get shot
Im hot on the block like new glocks out the box
All yall fulla dope, at the bow(?) .. what?
Talib Kweli
Yeah yeah.. yo
Kweli, Im rock this body and so forth and so on
You can get the dick, one to grow on or one to blow on
Bet you Quik get his dough on,
I spit kick the flow on
Got swift shit
I throw on, cause
Ima leave what
I float on
Plus I get my roll on like
Baby and Mannie
Fresh After
I go on yall niggazll never bust like tantric sex
The universal nigga that represent the planet best
How I manifest from
Brooklyn to
Los Angeles - people!
We hold this down like wherever youre from
Got my name all in your mouth like you pierced your tongue
Pimped the game so hard we leave them whores numb
The more I come,
Kweli, Im bout to blow like
George Young
Im the Don
Cheadle of rap, dope like arms and needles of crack
My lyrics attack and arm the people like gats
In Cali studios we rest the heat up on the console
Peep Hollywood niggaz who think its sweet like
Comanco Claimin they gangster and street like they lookin for beef
But with a gun in they teeth they just
MCs lookin for beats
Yall dont want trouble, we pop bubbles and flex muscle
Niggaz dont respect the lyrics, they respect your hustle
The industry is like
Kinkos, makin copies while you wait
And the people always scream for
NEW SHIT, like
Clue tapes
Yall speed this in your face, slow down like
Screw tape
Cause as long as you rockin with
Quik, nigga you straight
|
|
