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DJ Quik

David Marvin Blake (born January 18, 1970), better known by his stage name DJ Quik, is an American MC and record producer. According to Quik himself, his stage name reflects his ability to produce records in short time. more »

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1992

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All the way from the hood
One chocolate nigga up to no good
Yo I gotta watch my back, cause it's like that
Too many fools on a mission

Tryin' to put in work for a hood they ain't even got they ass in
Everybody got beef, with me and my crew
But ain't nobody step yet (so what the f*ck they do?)
Talkin' all day shit

Runnin' they motherfuckin' lip worried about who a blood or crip
Man, f*ck the red and the blue team
Fool, my color runs green
And it'll stay as I choose

And if my homies ain't down, they catchin' the blues
They want to stab me in my back huh?
But soon as they do, I'm comin' back at cha
The same go for a bitch

She want to f*ck and be good, 'til the money maker switch
And then I'm out on my limbs
Be got a grip on myself, and kicked the bitch to the wind
'Cause my trust goes to no one (yup)

And sometimes - I can't trust my damn self!
It's a god damn shame
Ain't no reason to blame, one fool or one game
But it's life and a nigga gotta deal with it
Man, I'm just tired of the bullshit

[D.J Quik]
Now if the gangsta shit is what you're cravin for
And the funky ass tape is what you're savin for
Then look no further, cause I'm the brother
And I'm a break it down and kick the shit once more

Now the niggaz tryin to disrespect the q they get knocked out
Niggaz tryin' to disrespect the crew they get drug out
Niggaz tryin' to catch a nigga slippin get snuffed out
And bitches tryin' to set a nigga up they get carried out

And yeah that bucket that you ridin in, when the glock roar
That's the same motherfucker you'll be hidin in
Fifteen holes, flat tires and you're windows gone
Now what's really goin on?

From Denver to Phoenix and even St. Louis
Everywhere we went, fools tried to do us
And to the suckaz thinkin' that a nigga wouldn't steal
How your jaw feel, and is your nose healed?

Somewhere along the line they musta heard the rumor
Of my underground days mixed with bangin and humor
And when I got on stage, they all jumped in my way
Shoutin', "what up 'cause?" just to see what I'd say

But I ain't trippin, just checkin' a grip
I ain't crippin' or even ruinin' blood'n, just smokin a bud'n
Gettin' bent, so if you want to see me throw a full fit
Then come up in my face with that bullshit

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