Erick Onasis - Focus Lyrics
Hey![vocoder box]Never understood, how we did itHow we made this music groove your very soul[Erick 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 don't see nuttin funnyPull back two Mac-10's now it's a big Mac-20That is the basicsQuik and I we run the MatrixHold your mouth don't say shitWalk through any boroughthat stretch from here past the tri-boroughBetter respect us dog we thoroughDon't get confusedWe smashin crews, it's my rulesStep incorrect and get abusedI bring the ruck to any cats bringin dramaMake 'em feel it, like Tupac's "Dear Mama"It can be pitch black and I'll spot yaBOOM! Kick in your door like Big Poppa[vocoder box]NeverXzibitDJ mother*****in 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 dibsCause this is how we do it hereIt's 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 areCan't you see the red carpet, they lay it outAnd if you got a fantasy Erick they play it outWe big figure rap niggas; from the gateWe been waited on and hated on since eighty-eightNow cross my dogs or cross my path and I'ma wet yaWay down from the Compton town, and I betcha that[vocoder box][Xzibit]Ha, yeah, ladies and gentlemanYeah, the bar is now openC'mon, yeah, it's on meC'mon, yeahPresented to you, AvireX to the ZYeah, listenI'm the spin doctor, Phantom of the OperaIf this was '89 I would break you off proper*****blocker, dump a few G's in my loloNot dough hoe, my nigga Big Kam and SoloDolo, most niggas react like a homoAnd when they wit a crowd now they wanna get loudWanna act wild and act like your criminal fileis 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 ain't stickinI'm walkin away, a free manCuz y'all niggas softer than sandCuz we *****in a fan and locin out wit your panI *****ed your mother, so now I'm the mother*****in man!Break fool on the track like it's supposed to beAnd break bread with the real niggas close to meEPMD[vocoder box]C'mon, yeah, DJ Quik in the mother*****in houseYeah, this dick in your mouthHa, c'mon, yeah!Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, c'monYeah, you think it ain't?The West coast broadcastin live in 1999All the way bouncin through milleniumHa, c'mon, yeahYo, millenium shit, yeah, c'mon, yo millenium shitYeah, c'mon yo, millenium shitYeah, yo, DJ mother*****in QuikYeah, yeah, ha, yo, yoYeah, Green Eyed BanditYeah, ***** niggas can't stand itC'mon, yeah, keep 'em bouncinYeah, R.I.P. Roger TroutmanYeah, yeah, c'mon, ha, yeahYo.. yeah, what, yeah, yeahHah, yeahYeah it's the real niggasYeah, bounce wit me, c'monYeah.. hahahaha nigga![vocoder box]Never understood how we did ithow we made this very music groove your soul
