Dj Quik - Well (f. Mausberg & Raphael Saadiq) Lyrics
[DJ Quik]Now if I broke my leg, tell me, would I be carried?And would you still love, baby, if I was married?Or will I make the shot even if I was hurried?And will I still be remembered even after I'm buried?They got me waking up in the morning getting loadedGot me worrying so hard sometimes I'm feeling like my brain explodedBut I'm a break it down, fix it and re-roll itAnd show you haters out here that I control itI'm in this for something so different that you couldn't imagineThe style, the flyness, the beautiful hoesThe pile, the higness, the pitiful lowsThat keeps a major player like me up on his toesNo, not quite, I want my props on the merit of the handsThat I use to mould myself to the spirit of a manI'm just a tiny grain of sand under my GodThe one who keeps me humble, keeps me up and working hardIt's alright to be in love with yourselfBut when your sex life gets bad you ain't on the shelfLose your addictions, clean spirit's a mustShed your inhibitions and come bounce with usWe trying to have fun from Japan to ComptonWith no more evil cause it salts the programSee I never went back to something that burned outAnd I ain't never did a party I ain't turn out[Chorus: Raphael Saadiq]Things I used to do, I don't do no morePlaces I used to go, don't move me like beforeAhh, but it's gonna be rough[Mausberg]>From the bottom to the top, top to the bottomReal homeys don't forget about the ones who thought about emRags to riches, riches to ragsI apologize for hurting your feelings, little fagBack in the day we was young thinking everything was coolDitching school, puffing beadies and drinking brewAfraid of the bomb izm but we tried itAin't no sense in denying it, I loved that environmentTake a look back and damn near shed a tearReminiscing on the past time, year after yearWhen we grew up, things have changedYou in the penitentiary, I be dwelling in the rap gameStarted at the same path but I chose to go rightLooking for money and fame cause I'm a rider for lifeAnd all the slanging and banging and *****ing rats in the pastI shook it to the left and I ain't looking for a pass[Chorus][DJ Quik]Now I just want to do my best whether it's work, play or eitherAnd I ain't trying to be no preacher cause they ain't perfect neitherOne of the coldest entertainers that I done seen yetWith the skill to rock the fellas and make the ladies sweatBut there's a method to the madness that I suffer fromMaking the hardest dudes tremble and even tougher runIt's called the spirit and it's fly, and it's making me biggerKeeping me from stressing out and throwing nuttys on niggasAin't religion for me unless it's all to the goodCause I'm an open-minded ex-G with my sights on the hoodTrying to keep the little YGs out of the line of the fireEven if it means I'm gonna take the hit, leak and expireNow I see what Top was saying before he left his holeThat we'll shine like glitter, my nigga, but keep your soulDon't give another nigga control of your goldShare your parties with the world and watch you get swirled[Chorus]
