Siide! Oh no, it's '98 y'all & we got some new shit
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What we say? Yes ha ha fade the world in this motherfucker
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that's right oh, check it out
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Fuck what ya heard baby I'm DJ Quik
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whether on T.V. or in these streets I'm still the shit
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I went from drinkin' eight ball and makin' demos
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to drinkin' Hennessey & Chivas Regal in the back of the limo
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Gettin' my issue in life you can't hate that
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and when I tell you about yo' self nigga you can't take that
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'cause y'all be cross fadin' if you don't understand
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you got a side and I got one but you be crossin'
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over here to see what's in my hand
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Yeah but that's cool too I gets my money on the double
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that's what I do hittin' them brown bubbles and avoidin' trouble
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hoes to choose with nothin' to lose
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& a million mothafuckas wanna be in my shoes
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But you don't understand, beyond the parties & cheer
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I been broke my whole career breakin' bread with my peers
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bought a '96 Impala the new SS
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before the 20,000 mile mark I gave it to Sid
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I could never bust a new shoe if my nephews ain't got 'em
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Fila Jumpman Cortez yeah I'm comin' out the pocket
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for my homies in the 'hood up on it when I'm around
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'cause there's a difference between bein' a thug & bein' down now
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Chorus
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Bang bang boogie da bang da bang boogie to da
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boogie bang boogie da bang fuck what you sayin' nigga
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You's a gangsta!
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No I'm not!
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Nigga you's a gangsta!
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No I'm not!
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Nigga you's a gangsta!
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<Repeat>
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Just 'cause I kick it with killers don't mean that I do it
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my occupation's a musician & I'm stayin' true to it
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I went from bein' a rider to bein' a provider
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while I was straddlin' the fence tryin' not to hit the divider
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Just an impressionable human being tryin' to do right
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every now & then I get my manhood tested in fights
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like I used to have a beef with this cat named Eiht
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and his homies approached me at the club El Rey
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What was I to do I'm on stage & I'm doin' my thang
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and this nigga's out in the crowd tryin' to hoo' bang
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givin' it up for his homies & set trippin' too
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but he wasn't from Rollin' 60's more like Tragney
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I wonder what's his problem what he tryin' to say
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Is this business personal or just Fuck Quik Day?
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I approached him like a man & not like a nut
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he turned around & put his drink down & straight knuckled up
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In the dark club punches is flyin' all around
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and even though it was me & him the rumors went 'round
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and said I killed somebody now how that sound
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How could I stomp somebody to death that's bigger than me
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and I'm just a hundred & fifty five pounds tell me
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Chorus
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See some don't realize the power of lyrics
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'cause when you rap about death you talkin' to spirits
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You see you can say the things that can help us all ball
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or you can say things that make it bad for us all
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fix the problem the only way is come to the source
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don't be a Trojan Horse help us change the course
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everybody knows that it's bad in the 'hood
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so check what you rappin' about if it ain't to the good
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I did my part a long time ago I changed my views
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ain't no gang bangin' & slangin' just hangin' with trues
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give it up to my Creator & that you can quote
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but mothafuckas still see me as a scapegoat
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yeah like that night when Biggie died at Quincy Jones spot
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like 400 other people yeah I heard some shots
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broke away with the crowd nervous obviously
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& the mothafuckas blamed it on me
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What the hell!?!
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Chorus
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Check it out this song is dedicated to the two most prolific writers
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in rap music history Tupac Shakur & the Notorious B.I.G.
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It's also dedicated to the little homie from 60's
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that lost his life at that party
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Rest in peace y'all
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And to MC Eiht when you get yo' head together maybe we can do a record
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feel me I'm out
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<DJ scratches> Bang bang ('til fade)
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You'z a Ganxta
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DJ Quik |