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  • Mmm
  • Now let's get down to business, b*****s
  • Cause it seems like y'all just keep on tryin to diss this
  • N***a that you know that's been down for years
  • I've clowned for years, and y'all could never fade my peers
  • One, two, three, four, five, six, seven..
  • Nine, ten, Eiht you can't win
  • Cause all the way around n***a I gets respect
  • And youse a n***a that can't even get no props in your set
  • Trag new park you say huh?
  • Wanna be rippin, but now it's time to do some set trippin
  • So listen close, cause I don't want y'all to miss
  • That I'm bout to break it down for this b***h, check it
  • Acacia, Poplar Maple Spruce Cedar Elm
  • Westside trees sprayin all the fleas
  • That's from the three and four hundred block P-Funk riders
  • (So ni***z watch yo' a** at that center divider (*gun blast*))
  • Now Erik Tyler, tell my why you seem so tame
  • When I caught you at the airport, shakin like a crap game
  • You looked up and you seen my ni***z comin
  • And you looked like your b***h a** was bout to start runnin
  • But all I wanted to do was kick a little coversation (yo whatup)
  • And see if we can fix this little situation
  • But would I f**k you up was what you wondered
  • Yeah, that's probably why you changed your little pager number (punk ass)
  • But b*****s like you don't grow
  • You can't even look me in my eye, let alone go toe to toe
  • And callin me skinny, youse a clown
  • Imma call you Theo, cause you weigh ninety-two point three pounds
  • Wack a** actor, movie script killer
  • Fool don't you know, Quik is still the n***a
  • Compton psycho, boy you oughta quit
  • Your records don't hit, and b*****s don't jock your s**t
  • You need to stay down you Compton clown
  • And get off of the nuts of the ni***z with guts
  • Because I'm down with the Trees, I'm down with Death Row
  • I'm down with Black Tone, and I'm down with the fo'
  • So when we cross paths and I hope that's soon
  • Imma boot your mother*****in a** to the moon
  • You need to quit bangin under false pretense
  • Cause if don't make dollars, it don't make sense
  • [Chorus:]
  • If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
  • So don't kill game, let the pimpin commence
  • If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
  • So don't kill game, let the people, commence
  • If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
  • So don't kill game, let the pimpin commence
  • If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
  • Because you gotta give it up to the crown prince
  • Now Imma swing it to the right hand, right into the left hand
  • Take a deep breath and, cook it like a chef and
  • This is dedicated to the C-P-T
  • No better yet T-T-P, or the ni***z that look up to me
  • I make it my business, to be that true forever
  • And whenever I can come clever well that's my endeavor
  • So whether or not you understand, that there's only one dj Q-you-I-K
  • With no C still you can't be me
  • Because I'm floatin in my Lex and, depositin fat checks and
  • Gettin mad s** while I floss the nsx and
  • Doin what I wanna, and youse a goner n***a
  • For thinkin that you can catch me slippin on a street corner
  • Remember Compton's in the house, and Quik is in the hood
  • Sippin yak with all my ni***z cause it's to the good
  • So don't knock it til you try it, cause Eiht he tried to knock it
  • But he's still walkin round with my nuts in his pocket (beyotch)
  • So put tha P in it represent and sip that Miller
  • And for those of y'all concerned, this is still Eiht Killa *gun blast*
  • Let me take a load off my scrotum little pest
  • If it don't make dollers n***a, you know the rest
  • [Chorus:]
  • Now I done sold my *****in soul to the s**t that I kick
  • While you groupie a** ni***z keep on ridin the d**k
  • You oughta know that dj Quik ain't your average everyday m**********are
  • (hah) Slick like a snake cause I stuck ya
  • Now, I never had my d**k sucked by a man befo'
  • But you gon be the first you little trick a** hoe
  • Then you can tell me just how it taste
  • But before I nut I shoot some piss in your face
  • You *****in coward, tremblin like a nervous wreck
  • Cause when I caught your a**, you put yourself in check
  • And when you left my presence, you left expedient
  • You ain't no *****in killer, youse a comedian, beyotch
  • Tell me why you act so scary
  • Givin your set a bad name wit your misspelled name
  • E-I-H-T, now should I continue
  • Yeah you left out the G cause the G ain't in you
  • Remember that time you was rollin on the Westside
  • And a little brown bucket pulled up on your side
  • Caught at that light in your Camry in the midst of a
  • Real killer, tell me did you feel a little nervous (hell yeah)
  • You was in the shadow of death
  • With two trey-five-sevens pointed at your chest, hmm
  • Whatchu gon do, where was your ni***z that kill at
  • You ain't got no killers so kill dat
  • Holdin up your hands and beggin for a pass
  • You lucky they didn't just to get to dumpin on yo' a**
  • Cause this game you think is funny is some real s**t
  • So you need to be more careful who you *****in wit, beyotch!
  • [Chorus:]
  • (line 4) I'm through playin with your punk a**
  • Shouts goes out, to my well known road dog
  • What's up Dozun Tru, they don't understand it baby
  • They can't fade us out here on these Compton streets (beyotch)
  • It's bigger than they can imagine
  • To the whole entire Death Row family
  • Both sides, whassup ni***z
  • And my n***a big Suge, known for keepin s**t poppin
  • To my n***a Big J, my little n***a Hi-C, little straight G
  • And that little singin a** n***a Danny Boy
  • Y'all don't understand, y'all can't fade this
  • I'm the first n***a that was "Bangin on Wax"
  • Yeah if you remember, nineteen eighty-seven underground tapes
  • And it don't stop, and it won't stop
  • [Outro:]Mmm
  • Now let's get down to business, b*****s
  • Cause it seems like y'all just keep on tryin to diss this
  • N***a that you know that's been down for years
  • I've clowned for years, and y'all could never fade my peers
  • One, two, three, four, five, six, seven..
  • Nine, ten, Eiht you can't win
  • Cause all the way around n***a I gets respect
  • And youse a n***a that can't even get no props in your set
  • Trag new park you say huh?
  • Wanna be rippin, but now it's time to do some set trippin
  • So listen close, cause I don't want y'all to miss
  • That I'm bout to break it down for this b***h, check it
  • Acacia, Poplar Maple Spruce Cedar Elm
  • Westside trees sprayin all the fleas
  • That's from the three and four hundred block P-Funk riders
  • (So ni***z watch yo' a** at that center divider (*gun blast*))
  • Now Erik Tyler, tell my why you seem so tame
  • When I caught you at the airport, shakin like a crap game
  • You looked up and you seen my ni***z comin
  • And you looked like your b***h a** was bout to start runnin
  • But all I wanted to do was kick a little coversation (yo whatup)
  • And see if we can fix this little situation
  • But would I f**k you up was what you wondered
  • Yeah, that's probably why you changed your little pager number (punk ass)
  • But b*****s like you don't grow
  • You can't even look me in my eye, let alone go toe to toe
  • And callin me skinny, youse a clown
  • Imma call you Theo, cause you weigh ninety-two point three pounds
  • Wack a** actor, movie script killer
  • Fool don't you know, Quik is still the n***a
  • Compton psycho, boy you oughta quit
  • Your records don't hit, and b*****s don't jock your s**t
  • You need to stay down you Compton clown
  • And get off of the nuts of the ni***z with guts
  • Because I'm down with the Trees, I'm down with Death Row
  • I'm down with Black Tone, and I'm down with the fo'
  • So when we cross paths and I hope that's soon
  • Imma boot your mother*****in a** to the moon
  • You need to quit bangin under false pretense
  • Cause if don't make dollars, it don't make sense
  • [Chorus:]
  • If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
  • So don't kill game, let the pimpin commence
  • If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
  • So don't kill game, let the people, commence
  • If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
  • So don't kill game, let the pimpin commence
  • If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
  • Because you gotta give it up to the crown prince
  • Now Imma swing it to the right hand, right into the left hand
  • Take a deep breath and, cook it like a chef and
  • This is dedicated to the C-P-T
  • No better yet T-T-P, or the ni***z that look up to me
  • I make it my business, to be that true forever
  • And whenever I can come clever well that's my endeavor
  • So whether or not you understand, that there's only one dj Q-you-I-K
  • With no C still you can't be me
  • Because I'm floatin in my Lex and, depositin fat checks and
  • Gettin mad s** while I floss the nsx and
  • Doin what I wanna, and youse a goner n***a
  • For thinkin that you can catch me slippin on a street corner
  • Remember Compton's in the house, and Quik is in the hood
  • Sippin yak with all my ni***z cause it's to the good
  • So don't knock it til you try it, cause Eiht he tried to knock it
  • But he's still walkin round with my nuts in his pocket (beyotch)
  • So put tha P in it represent and sip that Miller
  • And for those of y'all concerned, this is still Eiht Killa *gun blast*
  • Let me take a load off my scrotum little pest
  • If it don't make dollers n***a, you know the rest
  • [Chorus:]
  • Now I done sold my *****in soul to the s**t that I kick
  • While you groupie a** ni***z keep on ridin the d**k
  • You oughta know that dj Quik ain't your average everyday m**********are
  • (hah) Slick like a snake cause I stuck ya
  • Now, I never had my d**k sucked by a man befo'
  • But you gon be the first you little trick a** hoe
  • Then you can tell me just how it taste
  • But before I nut I shoot some piss in your face
  • You *****in coward, tremblin like a nervous wreck
  • Cause when I caught your a**, you put yourself in check
  • And when you left my presence, you left expedient
  • You ain't no *****in killer, youse a comedian, beyotch
  • Tell me why you act so scary
  • Givin your set a bad name wit your misspelled name
  • E-I-H-T, now should I continue
  • Yeah you left out the G cause the G ain't in you
  • Remember that time you was rollin on the Westside
  • And a little brown bucket pulled up on your side
  • Caught at that light in your Camry in the midst of a
  • Real killer, tell me did you feel a little nervous (hell yeah)
  • You was in the shadow of death
  • With two trey-five-sevens pointed at your chest, hmm
  • Whatchu gon do, where was your ni***z that kill at
  • You ain't got no killers so kill dat
  • Holdin up your hands and beggin for a pass
  • You lucky they didn't just to get to dumpin on yo' a**
  • Cause this game you think is funny is some real s**t
  • So you need to be more careful who you *****in wit, beyotch!
  • [Chorus:]
  • (line 4) I'm through playin with your punk a**
  • Shouts goes out, to my well known road dog
  • What's up Dozun Tru, they don't understand it baby
  • They can't fade us out here on these Compton streets (beyotch)
  • It's bigger than they can imagine
  • To the whole entire Death Row family
  • Both sides, whassup ni***z
  • And my n***a big Suge, known for keepin s**t poppin
  • To my n***a Big J, my little n***a Hi-C, little straight G
  • And that little singin a** n***a Danny Boy
  • Y'all don't understand, y'all can't fade this
  • I'm the first n***a that was "Bangin on Wax"
  • Yeah if you remember, nineteen eighty-seven underground tapes
  • And it don't stop, and it won't stop

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