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Hey!
[vocal
understood, how we did it
How we made this groove your very soul

Yo I lamp out in the e-7 v-12 screamer
The new benz, her?
290 thou, wow
your rap budget does not allow
Why you laughin, I don't see nothing
Pull two mac-10's now it's a big mac-20
is the basics
Quik and I we run the
Hold your mouth say shit
Walk through any
stretch from here past the tri ? ?
Better respect us dog we ?
get it confused
We smashin crews, my rules
come correct and get abused
I bring the ruck to any bringin drama
Make 'em feel it, tupac's dear mama
It could be pitch black and I ya
Boom! kick in your door big poppa

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Dj quik
Erick

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Ay, tell me you get when your nigga xzibit
And quik get down with the e
You get we
E, make the bubble
Make the all on you shake they break out
To the and dig em out of e rubble
Partyin, happy that you shook the whole
And if you got a e dub I got dibs
'cause is how we do it here
It's ironic that you done into a room
Of purple hydroponic, fat booty sparklin
Tryin to you to a star
Tryin to get you to recognize they who you are
you see the red carpet, they lay it out
And if you got a fantasy erick play it out
We big figga rap
From the gate, we waited on and hated on since '88
Now cross my dogs or cross my path and i'ma ya
Way down from the town, and I bet ya

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Ha, yeah, ladies and
Yeah, the bar is now
C'mon, yeah, on me
C'mon,
Presented to you, to the z
Yeah,

I'm the spin doctor, phantom of the
If was '89 I would break you off proper
Cockblocker, a few g's in my lolo
Not dough hoe, my b came in solo, dolo
niggas react like a homo
And they wit a crowd now they wanna get loud
Wanna act and act like a criminal, foul
And stretchin a mile, but got the heart of a child
? ? our tickets
Extra points a field goal kicker
Like a up d.a. wit a charge that ain't stickin
I'm walkin away, a man
'cause y'all niggas than sand
'cause we fuckin a fan and out wit your pan
I fucked your mother, so now I'm the man!
fool on a track like it's supposed to be
And break bread with the real close to me

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C'mon, yeah, dj quik in the house
Yeah, dick in your mouth
Ha, c'mon, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, you think it
The west coast cats alive in 1999
All the way bouncin millenium
Ha, c'mon,
Yo, shit, yeah, c'mon, yo millenium shit
Yeah, c'mon yo, shit
Yeah, yo, dj quik
Yeah, yeah, ha, yo, yo
Yeah, green eyed
Yeah, niggas can't stand it
C'mon, yeah, it bouncin
Yeah, r.i.p. roger
Yeah, yeah, c'mon, ha,