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Dj Quik - Tha Proem Lyrics

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  • "The following presentation is rated R."
  • [Hi-C] {*vocals being scratched*}
  • Uhh! God damn! Yeah!
  • [Hi-C]
  • This my nigga DJ mother*****in Quik
  • We gon' take this shit back to the Mixmaster days
  • and put it all in your jawmeat
  • and wiggle it around a little bit, hahaha
  • YouknowhatI'msayin? Party favors nigga
  • Ahh yeah, y'all need a couple of 'em
  • We ain't playin witcho' *****-ass either
  • YouknowhatI'msayin? Niggaz try to walk the walk, talk the talk
  • But that bullshit ain't nothin man {*scratches*}
  • I said that bullshit ain't nothin man!
  • {*scratches: "aw, niggaz, niggaz.."*}
  • Niggaz can't do what we do {"NO"}
  • {*"Bullshit ain't nothin man!"*}
  • Damn; so what you need to do.. is.. {"stop stop stop stop STOP!"}
  • .. shut the ***** up and listen for a minute {"Listen!"}
  • Pay attention - might learn somethin {"Now LISTEN!"}
  • Don't you carry yo' ass in the studio *****in wit dem boys neither
  • or they put knots all UPSIDE ya mother*****in head with the beats!
  • That's my nigga Q.. I call him..
  • {"Quik, Quik-Quik, Q-Quik, Quik-Quik"}
  • Quik-a-lodeon {"Too Quik!"}
  • Yeah.. huh?Yeah.. {"Quik-Quik-Quik-Quik-Quik-Quik-Quik"}
  • Talk.. {"Mother*****in Quik"} spit it
  • Yeah.. ooh!Haha, yeah
  • Now off of two-fifths of drank (drank drank)
  • They got yo' boy lookin for a ***** to spank (spank spank)
  • Baby you can kick it but ya sister cain't (nah nah)
  • Runnin 'round smellin like a septic tank (ewwwahh)
  • Girl you need to stop you know your ass is stank (stank stank)
  • Runnin 'round beggin all the baller for bank (bank bank)
  • Tryin to hit a lick but like that you cain't (nah nah)
  • Cause everytime your ass come around I faint (wooo!)
  • People get to passin out;
  • I'ma give you one more chance but yo' ass is out
  • Now don't you bring yo' ass back smellin like raw trout (trout)
  • Cause everytime I see you I'ma bust you out!
  • (Here she come, look out!)
  • And you niggaz with the demos (demos)
  • Man you just as bad as dem hoes (hoes)
  • Talkin bout your record comin out (out out)
  • But you need to put some gum in your mouth (hell yes)
  • Cause before I hear you rhyme or you get a beat from Quik
  • [Shyheim Da Kid]
  • Yo yo this Shyheim, and y'all can suck my DICK!
  • Son you owe me, ***** the dough I want it in blood
  • You was my homey, showed me nuttin but thug love
  • Put me on to the game, bought me my first chain
  • Let me ride shotgun, in your Benz and Range
  • I'm thinkin how this big nigga gon', go against the grain
  • Hit him up when it's foggy outside, about to rain
  • It's about to rain teflon cop-killers
  • But we ride teflon can't-stop-killers
  • I thought you was fam 'til you switched the love
  • Now you, rich and *****, you forget the thug?
  • Heard you on the radio, but I ain't get no plug
  • And if you come around the way, I should get you stuck
  • I wish you luck, I'ma make you kiss the gun
  • And I ain't gon' stop until my justice done
  • What you wanna be labelled as, a coward or a duck?
  • What powder you cut, you wanted that building for what?
  • When you rep that building, what you said for that building
  • If it wasn't for me, you woulda been DEAD in that building
  • You don't know what it feel like to say I own that building
  • Get dough in that building, or control that building
  • You don't know that feeling, you ain't condone that killing
  • Cause when the cops came, you was like, "Shy in that building"
  • I remember the days when you was shook in them buildings
  • You in front of these buildings, frontin like you build them
  • When Scrams was home, you was on his dick
  • And you gave that ***** money cause you always been a trick
  • You know Shy Da Kid, I'm back on the block
  • Bought the crack in the spot, spit back in the block
  • *****in clap at the cops, if I'm rappin or not
  • Whatchu gon' do nigga? Shoot or get shot
  • I'm hot on the block like new glocks out the box
  • All y'all fulla dope, at the bow(?) .. what?
  • [Talib Kweli]
  • Yeah yeah.. yo
  • Kweli, I'm rock this body and so forth and so on
  • You can get the dick, one to grow on or one to blow on
  • Bet you Quik get his dough on, I spit kick the flow on
  • Got swift shit I throw on, cause I'ma leave what I float on
  • Plus I get my roll on like Baby and Mannie Fresh
  • After I go on y'all niggaz'll never bust like tantric sex
  • The universal nigga that represent the planet best
  • How I manifest from Brooklyn to Los Angeles - people!
  • We hold this down like wherever you're from
  • Got my name all in your mouth like you pierced your tongue
  • Pimped the game so hard we leave them whores numb
  • The more I come, Kweli, I'm bout to blow like George Young
  • I'm the Don Cheadle of rap, dope like arms and needles of crack
  • My lyrics attack and arm the people like gats
  • In Cali studios we rest the heat up on the console
  • Peep Hollywood niggaz who think it's sweet like Comanco
  • Claimin they gangster and street like they lookin for beef
  • But with a gun in they teeth they just MC's lookin for beats
  • Y'all don't want trouble, we pop bubbles and flex muscle
  • Niggaz don't respect the lyrics, they respect your hustle
  • The industry is like Kinko's, makin copies while you wait
  • And the people always scream for NEW SHIT, like Clue tapes
  • Y'all speed this in your face, slow down like Screw tape
  • Cause as long as you rockin with Quik, nigga you straight

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