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Down, Down, Down
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Quik:
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My name is Quik & I be moving fast like a race car
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but I'm top seed #1 like the pace car
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Whether you up on me or you chillin' way far
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you can tell almost immediately that I'm aced off
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So listen muthafucka why you comin' off hard
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my objective is to catch you off guard
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get covert & infiltrate yo' clique
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crack yo' shit & mack yo' bitch
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Now tell me could you conceive a nigga all up in her beaver
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givin' her the love fever for hours at a time before I take a breather
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and when she tell me she loves me I don't believe her
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'Cause I rock in stereo or mono hot like gonno-
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rhea burnin' everytime you take a pee uh
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So when you see a nigga out with his girl
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then baby play like you don't know me & we'll keep in a twirl
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because baby I go deeper than the deep blue seas
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Baby do you really wanna play the flute on me?
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I'll give you a sack & take it back & you'll die to get it
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little punk 'cause I'm fly with it
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Chorus
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When we come up we gettin' down down down
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Step in the club they give us pound pound pound
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Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown & round
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DJ Quik & AMG with a brand new sound
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(repeat)
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AMG:
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I told her don't chase it but you can place it
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in between your jaws to taste it
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or leave it in the basement
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I be the riddler that's too familiar get in the middle of ya
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and then I diddle ya, dick ya down 'til it tickles
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smack the booty with no pimples
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caress ya back then rub ya nipples
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Baby I'm a crack fiend get the KY & if I'm at a jiggalo
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baby say hi fly like a eagle in a Range Rover or a Regal
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lookin' for the party people & when I catch ya baby girl
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you should feel lucky we can make love
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but don't forget to fuck me
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'cause you got more bounce than Roger Troutman
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I don't know when it's in or out and
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soak me baby give me that good thang
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ain't nothin' wrong with a coochie bang
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'cause Suga Free, Mausberg, Quik & the AM
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definitely knows how to play 'em
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'cause we went from demos to limos to luxuriousies
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to models from Milan on they knees
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Chorus
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When we come up we gettin' down down down
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Step in the club they give us pound pound pound
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Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown & round
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AMG & Mausberg with a brand new sound
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(repeat)
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Mausberg:
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Oh you didn't know that I'm the bomb baby
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well take a toke of this D-I- & you gon' be feelin' flizie
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'cause I be's Mausberg the superior
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steppin' through the club pound pound so ya fearin' us
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but don't trip we keep the vibe right
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Baby buy me some Remy & if
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yo' baby daddy trippin' tell him beep me
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'cause I be's Black & Tone & swift up on my toes
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G'd up in alligate's and steel toes
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Can I get a pound pound? (pound pound)
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If Free the flyest who am I? (You the realest)
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Look into my eyes & tell me what do you see
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oh you jockin' my entourage DJ Quik & AMG
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well get yo' groove on 'cause I ain't hatin' on the homies
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when that 9-5th drop you & yo' sister gon' be on me
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all I wanna do is slide up in & slide back out
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slap you in yo' face & stick it dead in yo' mouth
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You think I'm bullshittin' well meet me after my show
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bring yo' lips to that all white stretch limo
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so we can ride, slide, dip & glide Booyah!
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and do our thang 'cause my whole clique fly
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Chorus
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When we come up we gettin' down down down
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Step in the club they give us pound pound pound
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Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown & round
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Mausberg & Suga Free with a brand new sound
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(repeat)
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Suga Free:
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It feel good don't it?
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It ain't no good if it ain't good enough
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to put the proper good on it
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peep how I struck up bitch jump in the air
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stay there until I tell you come down
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& when you do you shut the fuck up
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She'll sell a nice dream but bitch you'll
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have better luck tryin' to find 2 Pac than
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me buying you somethin' off the ice cream truck
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Oxygen you leave 'lone leave me 'lone
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before I lock you in that little bitty box again
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Don't let up y'all just keep her soakin' wet up
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playa playa & tell her when she need to shut up
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don't lighten up naw nigga you better you better tighten up
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Throw ya head back back back back
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lean it to the side hey playas |