[Verse 1: DJ Quik]
Yeah..
Now in my lyrics I kick this shit that the critics debate to
But I still create the shit that the brothers relate to
'Cause it's simple, but I'm no simp, I'm letting you have it
To the temple leaving a scar much bigger than a pimple
You want the rubber from a gangsta boot to your grill?
Come take a ride with me and witness the thrill
Of an ass-whooping issued by the brothers in the khaki pants
Some think I'm too light to fight, so then they'll win but I grin
When I sail to your motherfucking chin (MMM)
So suckers keep walking until the po-po is talking
In plain simple english; no wait in plain simple slang, no jivin'
Fucking with me is more lethal than drinking and drivin'
Or try to figure the flow I deliver
Punk, it makes you shiver when you think I'm taking two to your liver
The D-to-the-E-to-the-motherfucking-A with a vengeance
A side of Quik that you ain't never experiencing
I'm stutter stepping with crap on the low and I flow well
Intensifying with every line 'cause I show and tell
My backup is backing, never leaving me lacking
With Double or Nothin, KK, D and AMG and we're stacking
Up shells - for motherfuckers just like you
(For a punk motherfucker with a punk motherfucking crew)
Yo, I know you peeped that you just can't creep
It's too steep, so take a leap because we roll too motherfucking deep
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