[DJ Quik]
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Now if I broke my leg, tell me, would I be carried?
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And would you still love, baby, if I was married?
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Or will I make the shot even if I was hurried?
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And will I still be remembered even after I'm buried?
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They got me waking up in the morning getting loaded
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Got me worrying so hard sometimes I'm feeling like my brain exploded
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But I'm a break it down, fix it and re-roll it
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And show you haters out here that I control it
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I'm in this for something so different that you couldn't imagine
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The style, the flyness, the beautiful hoes
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The pile, the higness, the pitiful lows
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That keeps a major player like me up on his toes
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No, not quite, I want my props on the merit of the hands
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That I use to mould myself to the spirit of a man
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I'm just a tiny grain of sand under my God
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The one who keeps me humble, keeps me up and working hard
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It's alright to be in love with yourself
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But when your sex life gets bad you ain't on the shelf
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Lose your addictions, clean spirit's a must
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Shed your inhibitions and come bounce with us
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We trying to have fun from Japan to Compton
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With no more evil cause it salts the program
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See I never went back to something that burned out
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And I ain't never did a party I ain't turn out
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[Chorus: Raphael Saadiq]
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Things I used to do, I don't do no more
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Places I used to go, don't move me like before
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Ahh, but it's gonna be rough
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[Mausberg]
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From the bottom to the top, top to the bottom
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Real homeys don't forget about the ones who thought about em
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Rags to riches, riches to rags
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I apologize for hurting your feelings, little fag
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Back in the day we was young thinking everything was cool
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Ditching school, puffing beadies and drinking brew
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Afraid of the bomb izm but we tried it
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Ain't no sense in denying it, I loved that environment
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Take a look back and damn near shed a tear
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Reminiscing on the past time, year after year
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When we grew up, things have changed
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You in the penitentiary, I be dwelling in the rap game
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Started at the same path but I chose to go right
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Looking for money and fame cause I'm a rider for life
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And all the slanging and banging and fucking rats in the past
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I shook it to the left and I ain't looking for a pass
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[Chorus]
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[DJ Quik]
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Now I just want to do my best whether it's work, play or either
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And I ain't trying to be no preacher cause they ain't perfect neither
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One of the coldest entertainers that I done seen yet
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With the skill to rock the fellas and make the ladies sweat
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But there's a method to the madness that I suffer from
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Making the hardest dudes tremble and even tougher run
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It's called the spirit and it's fly, and it's making me bigger
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Keeping me from stressing out and throwing nuttys on niggas
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Ain't religion for me unless it's all to the good
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Cause I'm an open-minded ex-G with my sights on the hood
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Trying to keep the little YGs out of the line of the fire
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Even if it means I'm gonna take the hit, leak and expire
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Now I see what Top was saying before he left his hole
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That we'll shine like glitter, my nigga, but keep your soul
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Don't give another nigga control of your gold
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Share your parties with the world and watch you get swirled
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[Chorus]
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Well
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| DJ Quik |
