[DJ Quik]
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Hey!
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You got that see through style that I can stare through (right through)
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Produce a track on you, I don't care to (I won't do it)
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But I'm sympathetic to your needin'
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'Cause it ain't me your wife keeps turnin' down
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While she's tellin' you she bleedin' (she's lying to you)
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It ain't my fault I'm lookin' 23 and twenty-fo'
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All day long hottest tracks rockin' any show (true)
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Notorious for making bitches horny
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While you lookin' old walkin' through that corn lookin' corny (look at that nigga)
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And it's more than obvious that you're jealous
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But don't hate my style, don't hate my money, don't hate my fellas
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We do what we gotta do to get where we're goin' for us
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To be where we need to be at...believe that
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Stop beggin' for a beat you can't afford it (uh uh)
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They hotter than them pretty red Dada's I be sportin' (uh huh)
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'Cause I got the home court and when I'm rappin'
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On my own tracks mothafucka I feel like Jordan!
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[Music cuts off]
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[Music returns]
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[Mausberg]
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Now what lack that I'm the realest
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On top of game you fuckin' my vibe off with them homosexual ways
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Me and my nigga...we on some new improved shit
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Makin' you groove shit, get paid and move quick
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Nigga you gettin' mad 'cause I'm shakin' my belly
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In a stretch navigator makin' moves on the celly
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Talkin' to Stan, Tone and Quik on a conference call
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Get ready dogg, you ponic 'bout to take off
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Took the crown back, tucked it and ready for war
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Bustin' over 2 cars, a house note and probably more
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I wanna see the Madd Rapper step in my hood
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So I can take him fo' a shit and all them coward niggas good
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Love madresta, Kam and Crunk Dogg
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Respect a nigga who done been through war
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Sportin' a battle scar
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But there's a lotta fake niggas, sportin' a fake crown
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Straight up out the swapmeet, bustin' on wack underground
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[Music cuts off]
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[Old man & young man Speaking]
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[Music returns]
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[AMG]
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Yeah, uh
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I been around the whole damn world in a day
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Partied wit players and haters, told 'em the rules of the game
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Some in the vein, like this shit is a drug
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You can catch me in the new 500 on dubs
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I'm up in the club
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Wanna get naked and smoke
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Notice, you never see a nigga there when he broke
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UH UH!
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Somebody told me these hoes wanted to hold me
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If a real player dress like Goldie, y'all niggas throw in a oldie
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SHIT!
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Niggas wanna clown, clown, clown
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You can find me at down, down, down
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Dot com, bring ya mom (uh huh)
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She wanna see too, cartier see through
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Poppa in the beat
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Oh shit, it's a thrill
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Tonight a couple of mill
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When we party in the grill
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Livin' life's like a skill
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Too much, cruder name
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But baby I betcha
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Fuckin' wit this money here, oh c'mon man I gotta getcha
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Speak On It
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| DJ Quik |
