[patois chatta that can't be made out for 10 seconds]
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Watch it! WAR-NING!
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Aiyy-yo, aiyy-yo, aiyy-yo, aiyy-yo!
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[more chatta talk]
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[KK]
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I had to figure out a way to touch 'em
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Expose the money and hoes had to rush 'em
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Six by nine Pioneers up in my Cutlass
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So I can bump N.W.A., and my tape - fuck it!
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Gots to work to add to my little paper
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Need a boost, so I gots to pull me some capers
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Circulate the dollar pull a broad I ain't the type to drape her
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She roll and she real - if not, I got to shake her
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Or turn her mind to the next page (face)
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Face fears fuck, drama let's get paid (paid)
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Business first, then we'll crack a spot so we can play
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In the cut somewhere with some drink out the way
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Now KK is the name, no actin just mackin
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Without runnin some game, together we can stack it
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Y'all niggaz fuckin with the original raspy
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Haters talk shit and they split;
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not knowin that they rolled right past me
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[chatta Chorus]
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[DJ Quik]
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I ain't nervous - I'm lookin for plot for a debt that's overdue
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Hangin out the window of the rental, we dumpin over you
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We do walk-bys, skip-bys, bicycle-bys
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Waterhose-douse-bys, bush-in-front-ya-house-bys (yes)
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Bein a rider is more than sound effects
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With wires wrapped 'round ya neck, you know the sound that's next!
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[gagging] With a twist snap you fall
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We duct-tapin your wrists, ankles, laps and all
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We love that 'Goodfellas', 'Scarface', all that mafia stuff
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But a few volumes of 'Faces of Death' get you coppin it tough
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Look at the autopsy, where fly-swatters got mashed for miles
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Writin checks that they insides couldn't cash! (ewww)
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Like raw steak, them vital organs they soft
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Pharoahe Monch and K, like chrome they popped off
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Chunky to wicked, and me yeah Quik did it
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The murder, the mayhem, like 40 we Sic'Wid'It!
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[chatta Chorus]
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[Pharoahe Monch]
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What the fuck do we have here?
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Pharoahe Monch, let's make one thing clear
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Forget the tiger, I admire the eye of the bull
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Spit it for the critics and the undesirables
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Quik beats bang like street gangs in inner city
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I Bang- like -ladesh, plus bang like shit ain't shitty
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Shitty, sell fake Gucci bags on eBay
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So advanced when I rhyme that you need time de-lay
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These three and up company like Jack Tripper
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To get in Depp like Johnny but not Jack the Ripper
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Tripped ya, the slumpture slasher
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will rupture yout whole team and abduct your church pastor
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You know you gotta get it from the incredible mastermind
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with disastrous raps hard to find or follow
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The motto - DJ Quik shit
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hit mo' frequently than quick-pick lotto
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[chatta Chorus]
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Murda 1 Case
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DJ Quik |