Dj Quik - Speak On It (f. Mausberg & AMG) Lyrics
[DJ Quik]Hey!You got that see through style that I can stare through (right through)Produce a track on you, I don't care to (I won't do it)But I'm sympathetic to your needin''Cause it ain't me your wife keeps turnin' downWhile she's tellin' you she bleedin' (she's lying to you)It ain't my fault I'm lookin' 23 and twenty-fo'All day long hottest tracks rockin' any show (true)Notorious for making *****es hornyWhile you lookin' old walkin' through that corn lookin' corny (look at that nigga)And it's more than obvious that you're jealousBut don't hate my style, don't hate my money, don't hate my fellasWe do what we gotta do to get where we're goin' for usTo be where we need to be at...believe thatStop beggin' for a beat you can't afford it (uh uh)They hotter than them pretty red Dada's I be sportin' (uh huh)'Cause I got the home court and when I'm rappin'On my own tracks motha*****a I feel like Jordan!Music cuts offMusic returns[Mausberg]Now what lack that I'm the realestOn top of game you *****in' my vibe off with them homosexual waysMe and my nigga...we on some new improved shitMakin' you groove shit, get paid and move quickNigga you gettin' mad 'cause I'm shakin' my bellyIn a stretch navigator makin' moves on the cellyTalkin' to Stan, Tone and Quik on a conference callGet ready dogg, you ponic 'bout to take offTook the crown back, tucked it and ready for warBustin' over 2 cars, a house note and probably moreI wanna see the Madd Rapper step in my hoodSo I can take him fo' a shit and all them coward niggas goodLove madresta, Kam and Cr
