[Intro: DJ Quik]
It's all I fucking here
"Stay positive, stay humble, stay the way you are"
Tsh, bitch, positive shmositive ain't no muthafuckin money in being positive
T'Fuck am I thinkin about?
Shit...
Yeah, just call me the evil stepson of the West Coast
And I'm on one
Mausberg, Suga Free, Black Tone
[Verse 1: DJ Quik]
Now if I broke my leg, tell me would I get carried? (Huh?)
And would you still buy my records if I got married? (Would you?)
Or would I make the shots even if I was hurried? (Can I?)
And will I still be remembered even after I'm buried? (Would I?)
They got me waking up in the mornin and getting loaded
Got me worrying so hard sometimes I'm feeling like my brain bloated
But I'm a break it down, fix it and re-roll it (Break that down)
And let these haters know WE control it
I'm in this for something so different that you couldn't imagine
The style, the flyness and the beautiful hoes (Uh-huh)
The pile, the highness and the pitiful lows (Okay)
That keeps a muthafucka like me up on his toes
No not quite; I want my props on the merit of the hands
That I used to make these beats that bounce around ya Van
I'm just a little grain of sand under my Dog
The one who keeps me humble, keeps me up and working hard, hear me y'all
It's alright to be in love with yourself
But when she locked up on the pussy, nigga put her on the shelf (Lose her)
Shake that cocaine clean yo system on up (Yeah)
Shed that bullshit and come bounce like us (C'mon)
We trying to have fun from Japan to Comp-tan
Spendin twenty grand, smokin Bud-dhan and nigga you can
But I never went back to something that burned out
And I ain't never did a party I didn't turn out, nigga
Yeah, I'm back and G'd up
It's all I fucking here
"Stay positive, stay humble, stay the way you are"
Tsh, bitch, positive shmositive ain't no muthafuckin money in being positive
T'Fuck am I thinkin about?
Shit...
Yeah, just call me the evil stepson of the West Coast
And I'm on one
Mausberg, Suga Free, Black Tone
[Verse 1: DJ Quik]
Now if I broke my leg, tell me would I get carried? (Huh?)
And would you still buy my records if I got married? (Would you?)
Or would I make the shots even if I was hurried? (Can I?)
And will I still be remembered even after I'm buried? (Would I?)
They got me waking up in the mornin and getting loaded
Got me worrying so hard sometimes I'm feeling like my brain bloated
But I'm a break it down, fix it and re-roll it (Break that down)
And let these haters know WE control it
I'm in this for something so different that you couldn't imagine
The style, the flyness and the beautiful hoes (Uh-huh)
The pile, the highness and the pitiful lows (Okay)
That keeps a muthafucka like me up on his toes
No not quite; I want my props on the merit of the hands
That I used to make these beats that bounce around ya Van
I'm just a little grain of sand under my Dog
The one who keeps me humble, keeps me up and working hard, hear me y'all
It's alright to be in love with yourself
But when she locked up on the pussy, nigga put her on the shelf (Lose her)
Shake that cocaine clean yo system on up (Yeah)
Shed that bullshit and come bounce like us (C'mon)
We trying to have fun from Japan to Comp-tan
Spendin twenty grand, smokin Bud-dhan and nigga you can
But I never went back to something that burned out
And I ain't never did a party I didn't turn out, nigga
Yeah, I'm back and G'd up
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