Hey!
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Never understood, how we did it
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How we made this music groove your very soul
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[Erick Onasis]
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Yo I lamp out in the rented E-7 V-12 screamer
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The new Benz, seen her?
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290 thou', wow
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Somethin your rap budget does not allow
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Why you laughin, I don't see nuttin funny
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Pull back two Mac-10's now it's a big Mac-20
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That is the basics
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Quik and I we run the Matrix
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Hold your mouth don't say shit
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Walk through any borough
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that stretch from here past the tri-borough
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Better respect us dog we thorough
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Don't get confused
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We smashin crews, it's my rules
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Step incorrect and get abused
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I bring the ruck to any cats bringin drama
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Make 'em feel it, like Tupac's "Dear Mama"
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It can be pitch black and I'll spot ya
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BOOM! Kick in your door like Big Poppa
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Never
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Xzibit
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DJ motherfuckin Quik
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Erick Sermon
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[DJ Quik]
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Ay, tell me what you get when your nigga Xzibit
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and Quik get down with the E Double?
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You get we trouble
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E, make the beat bubble
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Make the bass all on you shake they break out
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to the ground and dig em out of E rubble
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Partyin, happy that you shook the whole crib
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And if you got a pound E Dub I got dibs
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Cause this is how we do it here
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It's ironic that you done stepped into a room
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of purple hydroponic, fat booty bitches sparklin
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Tryin to take you to a star
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Tryin to get you to recognize they know who you are
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Can't you see the red carpet, they lay it out
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And if you got a fantasy Erick they play it out
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We big figure rap niggas; from the gate
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We been waited on and hated on since eighty-eight
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Now cross my dogs or cross my path and I'ma wet ya
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Way down from the Compton town, and I betcha that
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[Xzibit]
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Ha, yeah, ladies and gentleman
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Yeah, the bar is now open
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C'mon, yeah, it's on me
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C'mon, yeah
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Presented to you, AvireX to the Z
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Yeah, listen
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I'm the spin doctor, Phantom of the Opera
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If this was '89 I would break you off proper
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Cockblocker, dump a few G's in my lolo
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Not dough hoe, my nigga Big Kam and Solo
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Dolo, most niggas react like a homo
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And when they wit a crowd now they wanna get loud
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Wanna act wild and act like your criminal file
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is stretchin a mile, but really got the heart of a child
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?? steal our tickets
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Extra points like a field goal kicker
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Like a fucked up D.A. wit a charge that ain't stickin
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I'm walkin away, a free man
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Cuz y'all niggas softer than sand
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Cuz we fuckin a fan and locin out wit your pan
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I fucked your mother, so now I'm the motherfuckin man!
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Break fool on the track like it's supposed to be
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And break bread with the real niggas close to me
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EPMD
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C'mon, yeah, DJ Quik in the motherfuckin house
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Yeah, this dick in your mouth
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Ha, c'mon, yeah!
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, c'mon
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Yeah, you think it ain't?
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The West coast broadcastin live in 1999
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All the way bouncin through millenium
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Ha, c'mon, yeah
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Yo, millenium shit, yeah, c'mon, yo millenium shit
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Yeah, c'mon yo, millenium shit
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Yeah, yo, DJ motherfuckin Quik
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Yeah, yeah, ha, yo, yo
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Yeah, Green Eyed Bandit
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Yeah, bitch niggas can't stand it
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C'mon, yeah, keep 'em bouncin
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Yeah, R.I.P. Roger Troutman
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Yeah, yeah, c'mon, ha, yeah
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Yo.. yeah, what, yeah, yeah
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Hah, yeah
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Yeah it's the real niggas
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Yeah, bounce wit me, c'mon
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Yeah.. hahahaha nigga!
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[vocoder box]
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Never understood how we did it
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how we made this very music groove your soul
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Focus
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| Erick Onasis |
