Killer Dope DJ Quik

[Verse 1]
How come y'all niggas bitter? Hatin' so much
You wanna be up in my hair, but you can't clean your brush
Shit evaporate, you just exacerbate
What makes my sex life great, you gotta masturbate
Your hair is fallin' out, my hair is growin' in
I put my hair in curls and put yours in a garbage bin
Then play piano on stage, live while I rhyme
And you niggas can't even bounce and rap on time (I think I got it)
I bet Eazy-E is turnin' over in his grave, to see that some of y'all made gangsta rap gay (gay)
I got a brand new HK, and I sniper practice each and every day (okay)
My mama's conversation on the phone, short wit' me
I think she wants to have a heart-to-heart wit' me
I told her I would kill you niggas smartfully
I'm the star player; you can't start for me

[Hook]
Play that Quik shit, and get ‘em all sparked
Everywhere from Aard Park down to Carver Park
I keep it avenue, I’m bringing brothers hope
Liquid change colours, that’s that killer dope
The street never changes, only faces do
Every several years, it replaces you
I get the people loaded, when they can’t cope
Put me on the burner, got that killer dope