[Verse 1: DJ Quik]
I know you like to do ecstasy, and then forget where you are
Be up in a room with a stripper, and your homie Lamar
Now that's a nasty threesome, a straight mismatch
Instead of bangin' on the broad, you'd rather open his hatch
And start packin'... and get some dookie on your tip
Don't look now, you got a loogie on your lip
Next time video tape it, let us all see it
This serve hurt, I'll put you on the web - you pervert
The number 23 on the beats, 'bout to do ya
Mister Blake A.K.A. DJ Quik talkin' to ya
And I'll prove I'm clever and yo game is wack with one line
I'll never put my name on a track that wasn't mine
This hip-hop shit, is getting stupid again
These niggas gun-totin', fightin', gettin' ruthless again
There's a message in that Big Book, didn't you read it?
It say if niggas don't remember the past, they gon' repeat it
So I'm living guard gated
Background hard stated
And we all made it
If you want a hit, nigga, call David
The first name basis, depends on how the pay is
50 under the table, do it enough, don't need a label
'Cause I rob from the rich and I gives to the flow
The ground level, brown shovel, diggin' up some more
So let's stay focused cause the chip is the prize
Now put your shit in first, nigga, and shift it to rise
And like Frank Nitti, we to the gritty
And you haters trippin' 'cause I got the key to the city
Not a sissy but the hoes keep callin' us pretty
And you mad cause the bitch got me on her titty
Mr. Troutman talk me talkbox, Doo Wa Ditty!
And I'll tell you to your ear, nigga, you sound shitty
I'll take your ho up to the room and show her no pity
So call me DJ Meow Mix cause we gets kitty (meow)
Scratchin' all the fleas off of these
Stayin' high off of trees
Top villain, and enjoyin' the breeze
And the time I'm spendin' in yo bitch, a supreme blast
In the back of my S 500 playin' Dreamcast
I know you like to do ecstasy, and then forget where you are
Be up in a room with a stripper, and your homie Lamar
Now that's a nasty threesome, a straight mismatch
Instead of bangin' on the broad, you'd rather open his hatch
And start packin'... and get some dookie on your tip
Don't look now, you got a loogie on your lip
Next time video tape it, let us all see it
This serve hurt, I'll put you on the web - you pervert
The number 23 on the beats, 'bout to do ya
Mister Blake A.K.A. DJ Quik talkin' to ya
And I'll prove I'm clever and yo game is wack with one line
I'll never put my name on a track that wasn't mine
This hip-hop shit, is getting stupid again
These niggas gun-totin', fightin', gettin' ruthless again
There's a message in that Big Book, didn't you read it?
It say if niggas don't remember the past, they gon' repeat it
So I'm living guard gated
Background hard stated
And we all made it
If you want a hit, nigga, call David
The first name basis, depends on how the pay is
50 under the table, do it enough, don't need a label
'Cause I rob from the rich and I gives to the flow
The ground level, brown shovel, diggin' up some more
So let's stay focused cause the chip is the prize
Now put your shit in first, nigga, and shift it to rise
And like Frank Nitti, we to the gritty
And you haters trippin' 'cause I got the key to the city
Not a sissy but the hoes keep callin' us pretty
And you mad cause the bitch got me on her titty
Mr. Troutman talk me talkbox, Doo Wa Ditty!
And I'll tell you to your ear, nigga, you sound shitty
I'll take your ho up to the room and show her no pity
So call me DJ Meow Mix cause we gets kitty (meow)
Scratchin' all the fleas off of these
Stayin' high off of trees
Top villain, and enjoyin' the breeze
And the time I'm spendin' in yo bitch, a supreme blast
In the back of my S 500 playin' Dreamcast
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