[Verse 1]
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How come y'all niggas bitter? Hatin' so much
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You wanna be up in my hair, but you can't clean your brush
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Shit evaporate, you just exacerbate
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What makes my sex life great, you gotta masturbate
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Your hair is fallin' out, my hair is growin' in
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I put my hair in curls and put yours in a garbage bin
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Then play piano on stage, live while I rhyme
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And you niggas can't even bounce and rap all the time (I think I got it)
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I bet Eazy-E is turnin' over in his grave, to see that some of y'all made gangsta rap gay (gay)
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I got a brand new HK, and I sniper practice each and every day (okay)
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My mama's conversation on the phone, short wit' me
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I think she wants to have a heart-to-heart wit' me
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I told her I would kill you niggas smartfully
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I'm the star player; you can't start for me
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[Hook]
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Play that Quik shit, and get ‘em all sparked
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Everywhere from Aard Park down to Carver Park
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I keep it avenue, I’m bringing brothers hope
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Liquid change colours, that’s that killer dope
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The street never changes, only faces do
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Every several years, it replaces you
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I get the people loaded, when they can’t cope
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Put me on the burner, got that killer dope
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[Verse 2]
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I be all precision like the Temptations men, before Paul Williams’ replacement stint
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Or rehabilitation with the name is, my drinking situation is the same as his
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Attention deficit cause I don’t pay you none
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I got the word before you came in, they say you done
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Trying to fix your pockets with some broken tools
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You run a broken school, full of broken fools
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Now go and clean out your desk
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Take your name plaque with you while they clean out the rest
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I’m the new executive movement I’m beating my chest
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And I’m a mess, I digress
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That I’m too mature for the job I got, too young for the one I want
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Two won when my cards go flop, give all my homeboys a blunt
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‘Cause the point is, two spliffs or double jointed
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Now let’s all go get high on my enemy’s supply
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3]
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I gotta be simply one of the greatest, one of the hardest
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One of the smartest, one of the brightest
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One of the ones who helped start all this
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Some niggas eatin' simply because I chose to be an artist
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Way back when I was homeless, way back when I was carless
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Way back when my sisters used to kick me out their apartments
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They back with their hands out, but they made me so heartless
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I don’t even put cans out, I ain’t tryin' to donate
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I ain’t giving you bitches loans, this ain’t no fuckin' bank
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I ain’t no house nigga, like-
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If this is UAC music then what makes this so awful
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I’m back with the strap in my lap, I’m back in the hood with the gat
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I’m back with the drink in my trunk, don’t think so I’ll drink till I’m drunk
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I’m back in the kitchen, slow roastin' a lesson
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And I play my own piano, don’t call y’all for no sessions
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I’m a threat and a blessin', known to keep cowards stressin'
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While I’m relaxin' at the shooting range releasin' aggression
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Now tell me how you want it
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[Hook]
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Killer Dope
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| DJ Quik |
