Yo, this is DJ Quik And quite frankly I think we gotta be some of the baddest motherfuckers that ever fuckedwith rap music Cause this album right here is on some old cool shit If you don抰 believe me Just give me three and a half seconds and I抣l show you You ready?
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Uh Yeah Got my niggas 2nd II None up in this bitch My nigga Peter Gunz That抯 right AMG, El Debarge, Playa Hamm, Hi-C, Suga Free Check this shit out
I'm like fries in a skillet Much too hot to hold I'm strong and I'm handsome and black Plus I'm bold A mental case Sometimes stressin But then I flip Because you got to go crazy on Hollywood for your grip And you know ain't no room in my mirror for your face And if I got y'all confused like Rubik then state yo case Yet creepshow suckas keep tryin to submerge mine But I can hold my breath for a long time I emerge with treasures and coins A thick sack And your life ain't mine to take Now kick back Cause if it don't make dollas Sucka you know the poem Cause either you pimpin this game Or you just hoin Now get up outta mine Nigga I'm the bomb Droppin heat on your homeboys And spreadin like napalm Cause I got more styles than your car's got miles And I Got more styles than a hotel's got towels Cause I kicks it in
So many ways (Uh huh and we can flip it in) So many ways (Cause we can rock a party) So many ways (Got bomb for everybody) So many ways (Now baby can you feel it in) So many ways (Cause you know we can deal it in) So many ways (And I can make your body numb in) So many ways (Cause you ain't never heard a nigga come) So many ways (Ah hah, ah hah)
I'm chillin, mackin, stackin up these ends I gotta check and I gots no time for no friends I bust a trick Make her bounce like a low-low While I'm twisted off that bud Countin money at the mo-mo No flow so Ain't no need to tell the po-po Believe me bra' All the snitches get the fo-fo Now here we come again With a brand new twist On guard I rock the party like this With so many ways to get paid I hustle for days The tenth of the month I get my government aid And the used-to-be-crooks I'm puttin money on they books Cause satan got busy And many souls got took We shook up the world I did it with my partner for his sons and my daughter You don't have to be no baller To kick it with me See, I stay real G D forever feedin all you punk hoes misery
So many ways (I can get busy) So many ways (I gots to get the scrilly) So many ways (We can have a mardi-gras) So many ways (Cause I can rock the party y'all) So many ways (Tell me can ya feel it in) So many ways (I gots to make the dividends) So many ways (You know I keep it real in) So many ways
I was known for triple m shots And straight plottin But hitten em hoes had me wastin up a knot And all these figaros crow Waitin to get hot Now it's cool You got your spot Without that funky cock And that dramatic experience You and him went through Ain't got nothin to do with the K So keep cool little girl This ain't no Hollywood play Girls who wear reps And play them sucka games you play Catch the redline metro rail Blaze a trail I can feel you ain't real And I can tell >From meetin different people Figures to throats Scandalous to the rich Goodhearted to the broke And these young and old folk They like to hear good music If it's weak lose it But if it's bumpin choose it But don't abuse it And try to take it to the brain If you do you'll be caught up in a strain And be hangin on my thang in
So many ways (Now watch me put it down in) So many ways (You k