Def Squad - Focus Lyrics
Hey![vocal box]Never understood, how we did itHow we made this music groove your very soul[onasis]Yo I lamp out in the rented e-7 v-12 screamerThe new benz, seen her?290 thou, wowSomethin your rap budget does not allowWhy you laughin, I dont see nothing funnyPull back two mac-10s now its a big mac-20That is the basicsQuik and I we run the matrixHold your mouth dont say shitWalk through any boroughThat stretch from here past the tri ? ?Better respect us dog we ? kernel?Dont get it confusedWe smashin crews, its my rulesDont come correct and get abusedI bring the ruck to any cats bringin dramaMake em feel it, like tupacs dear mamaIt could be pitch black and I spot yaBoom! kick in your door like big poppa[vocal box]NeverXzibitDj mother*****ing quikErick sermon[dj quik]Ay, tell me what you get when your nigga xzibitAnd quik get down with the e double?You get we troubleE, make the beat bubbleMake the bass all on you shake they break outTo the ground and dig em out of e rubblePartyin, happy that you shook the whole cribAnd if you got a pound e dub I got dibsCuz this is how we do it hereIts ironic that you done stepped into a roomOf purple hydroponic, fat booty *****es sparklinTryin to take you to a starTryin to get you to recognize they know who you areCant you see the red carpet, they lay it outAnd if you got a fantasy erick they play it outWe big figga rap niggasFrom the gate, we been waited on and hated on since 88Now cross my dogs or cross my path and ima whet yaWay down from the compton town, and I bet ya[vocal box]Ha, yeah, ladies and gentlemanYeah, the bar is now openCmon, yeah, its on meCmon, yeahPresented to you, avirex to the zYeah, listen[xzibit]Im the spin doctor, phantom of the operaIf this was 89 I would break you off proper*****blocker, dump a few gs in my loloNot dough hoe, my nigga b came in solo, doloMost niggas react like a homoAnd when they wit a crowd now they wanna get loudWanna act wild and act like a criminal, foulAnd stretchin a mile, but really got the heart of a child? ? steal our ticketsExtra points like a field goal kickerLike a *****ed up d.a. wit a charge that aint stickinIm walkin away, a free manCuz yall niggas softer than sandCuz we *****in a fan and locin out wit your panI *****ed your mother, so now Im the mother*****ing man!Break fool on a track like its supposed to beAnd break bread with the real niggas close to meEpmd[vocal box]Cmon, yeah, dj quik in the mother*****ing houseYeah, this dick in your mouthHa, cmon, yeah!Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, cmonYeah, you think it aintThe west coast brought cats alive in 1999All the way bouncin through milleniumHa, cmon, yeahYo, millenium shit, yeah, cmon, yo millenium shitYeah, cmon yo, millenium shitYeah, yo, dj mother*****ing quikYeah, yeah, ha, yo, yoYeah, green eyed banditYeah, ***** niggas cant stand itCmon, yeah, keep it bouncinYeah, r.i.p. roger troutmanYeah, yeah, cmon, ha, yeah
