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So Many Wayz
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Yo, this is DJ Quik
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And quite frankly
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I think we gotta be some of the baddest motherfuckers
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that ever fuckedwith rap music
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Cause this album right here is on some old cool shit
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If you don抰 believe me
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Just give me three and a half seconds and I抣l show you
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You ready?
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One, one and a half
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Two, two and a half
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Three, three and a half
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Uh
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Yeah
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Got my niggas 2nd II None up in this bitch
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My nigga Peter Gunz
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That抯 right
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AMG, El Debarge, Playa Hamm, Hi-C, Suga Free
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Check this shit out
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I'm like fries in a skillet
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Much too hot to hold
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I'm strong and I'm handsome and black
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Plus I'm bold
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A mental case
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Sometimes stressin
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But then I flip
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Because you got to go crazy on Hollywood for your grip
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And you know ain't no room in my mirror for your face
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And if I got y'all confused like Rubik then state yo case
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Yet creepshow suckas keep tryin to submerge mine
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But I can hold my breath for a long time
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I emerge with treasures and coins
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A thick sack
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And your life ain't mine to take
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Now kick back
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Cause if it don't make dollas
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Sucka you know the poem
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Cause either you pimpin this game
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Or you just hoin
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Now get up outta mine
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Nigga
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I'm the bomb
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Droppin heat on your homeboys
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And spreadin like napalm
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Cause I got more styles than your car's got miles
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And I
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Got more styles than a hotel's got towels
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Cause I kicks it in
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So many ways (Uh huh and we can flip it in)
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So many ways (Cause we can rock a party)
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So many ways (Got bomb for everybody)
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So many ways (Now baby can you feel it in)
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So many ways (Cause you know we can deal it in)
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So many ways (And I can make your body numb in)
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So many ways (Cause you ain't never heard a nigga come)
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So many ways (Ah hah, ah hah)
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I'm chillin, mackin, stackin up these ends
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I gotta check and I gots no time for no friends
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I bust a trick
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Make her bounce like a low-low
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While I'm twisted off that bud
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Countin money at the mo-mo
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No flow so
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Ain't no need to tell the po-po
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Believe me bra'
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All the snitches get the fo-fo
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Now here we come again
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With a brand new twist
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On guard
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I rock the party like this
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With so many ways to get paid
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I hustle for days
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The tenth of the month I get my government aid
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And the used-to-be-crooks
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I'm puttin money on they books
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Cause satan got busy
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And many souls got took
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We shook up the world
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I did it with my partner for his sons and my daughter
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You don't have to be no baller
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To kick it with me
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See, I stay real G
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D forever feedin all you punk hoes misery
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So many ways (I can get busy)
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So many ways (I gots to get the scrilly)
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So many ways (We can have a mardi-gras)
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So many ways (Cause I can rock the party y'all)
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So many ways (Tell me can ya feel it in)
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So many ways (I gots to make the dividends)
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So many ways (You know I keep it real in)
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So many ways
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I was known for triple m shots
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And straight plottin
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But hitten em hoes had me wastin up a knot
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And all these figaros crow
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Waitin to get hot
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Now it's cool
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You got your spot
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Without that funky cock
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And that dramatic experience
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You and him went through
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Ain't got nothin to do with the K
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So keep cool little girl
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This ain't no Hollywood play
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Girls who wear reps
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And play them sucka games you play
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Catch the redline metro rail
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Blaze a trail
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I can feel you ain't real
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And I can tell
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>From meetin different people
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Figures to throats
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Scandalous to the rich
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Goodhearted to the broke
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And these young and old folk
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They like to hear good music
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If it's weak lose it
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But if it's bumpin choose it
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But don't abuse it
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And try to take it to the brain
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If you do you'll be caught up in a strain
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And be hangin on my thang in
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So many ways (Now watch me put it down in)
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So many ways (You know I like to get my clown in)
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So many ways (We can flip the sound in)
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So many ways (K and D got it humpin in)
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So many ways (You know you wanna bump it in)
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So many ways (We can have a mardi-gras)
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So many ways (You know I rocks the party y'all)
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So many ways
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So many ways (x8)
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I walk three thousand miles for a taste of that gangsta shit
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Messin |