
Westside Part II (My Melody) TQ (Ft. DJ Quik, Hi-C (Compton), James DeBarge, Playa Hamm & Suga Free)
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[Intro: DJ Quik]
Ah (Damn), ah (Uh oh), ah-ah, ah
Yeah
Can you feel it? If you do, let me slap your ass
Can you feel it, baby? If you do, let me slap your ass
Can you feel it, baby? If you do, let me slap your ass
Can you feel it, baby? And if you do, let me slap your ass
[Chorus: James DeBarge + (TQ)]
(Check out my melody)
I’ve got the look, you’ve got the melody
(Check out my melody)
And the melody is something we share
(That we share, we share)
You’ve got the look, I’ve got the melody
(Check out my melody)
And the melody is something we share
(I’ll take you there, take you there)
[Verse 1: Hi-C]
TQ, Hi-C, and DJ Quik
Got people all over singin' “That’s the shit”
We fall through the club, better check your chick
‘Cause nigga, you don’t know who you fonkin’ wit’
Got homies in the crew with platinum plaques
G’s in the bank that we hide from rats
So hey, no, hoe, don’t mess with that
Yo Q, won’t you tell ‘em where we bumpin’ at
Ah (Damn), ah (Uh oh), ah-ah, ah
Yeah
Can you feel it? If you do, let me slap your ass
Can you feel it, baby? If you do, let me slap your ass
Can you feel it, baby? If you do, let me slap your ass
Can you feel it, baby? And if you do, let me slap your ass
[Chorus: James DeBarge + (TQ)]
(Check out my melody)
I’ve got the look, you’ve got the melody
(Check out my melody)
And the melody is something we share
(That we share, we share)
You’ve got the look, I’ve got the melody
(Check out my melody)
And the melody is something we share
(I’ll take you there, take you there)
[Verse 1: Hi-C]
TQ, Hi-C, and DJ Quik
Got people all over singin' “That’s the shit”
We fall through the club, better check your chick
‘Cause nigga, you don’t know who you fonkin’ wit’
Got homies in the crew with platinum plaques
G’s in the bank that we hide from rats
So hey, no, hoe, don’t mess with that
Yo Q, won’t you tell ‘em where we bumpin’ at
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