[Verse 1: DJ Quik]
Yeah, now I'm checking a grip and them suckas is boo-hoo'n
'Cause slanging them funky ass tracks is what I'm doin'
(Yo, DJ Quik, what time is it?)
It's time to show the homies I can make another hit
Another bomb ass cut and another 10 dollar tape
In the pen, they gettin' swoll and on the outs, they steady rollin' on my shit
'Cause they know that Quik will never quit
I’m not an N.W.A, I ain’t yet, I’m on my way
To the top of the tree, for C.M.W. to see
(Yeah!) It's me
Chillin' with the D, KK, AMG
And another homie dog known to you as Hi-C
And we be kicking it, Genuine Draft in my clutch
I'm getting funky with your ho because she's soft to the touch
And then I'm out, fading all them niggas with no hope
Who just got a taste of the real doe
[Interlude]
[Verse 2: D]
So you say you want doe, here's a mothafucking hit
(Yeah, boy, I like that shit)
Now back to my goodie old good note
I'm getting sweated 'cause I roll with the good doe
You wanna get a little taste?
Bitch, 10 dollars for a mothafucking tape
And if you try to snatch my stash
I'm gonna beat your Black monkey ass
Give me the pipe, 'cause that ain't right
Look at you, nigga, you been up all night
You say you want a true high?
You say you wanna get fucked up
Here's a proper blast
(Now go on with your funky ass)
And tell the rest of your folks
That the D and the fellas got the bomb ass doe
Yeah, now I'm checking a grip and them suckas is boo-hoo'n
'Cause slanging them funky ass tracks is what I'm doin'
(Yo, DJ Quik, what time is it?)
It's time to show the homies I can make another hit
Another bomb ass cut and another 10 dollar tape
In the pen, they gettin' swoll and on the outs, they steady rollin' on my shit
'Cause they know that Quik will never quit
I’m not an N.W.A, I ain’t yet, I’m on my way
To the top of the tree, for C.M.W. to see
(Yeah!) It's me
Chillin' with the D, KK, AMG
And another homie dog known to you as Hi-C
And we be kicking it, Genuine Draft in my clutch
I'm getting funky with your ho because she's soft to the touch
And then I'm out, fading all them niggas with no hope
Who just got a taste of the real doe
[Interlude]
[Verse 2: D]
So you say you want doe, here's a mothafucking hit
(Yeah, boy, I like that shit)
Now back to my goodie old good note
I'm getting sweated 'cause I roll with the good doe
You wanna get a little taste?
Bitch, 10 dollars for a mothafucking tape
And if you try to snatch my stash
I'm gonna beat your Black monkey ass
Give me the pipe, 'cause that ain't right
Look at you, nigga, you been up all night
You say you want a true high?
You say you wanna get fucked up
Here's a proper blast
(Now go on with your funky ass)
And tell the rest of your folks
That the D and the fellas got the bomb ass doe
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