So Many Wayz DJ Quik (Ft. 2nd II None & Peter Gunz)

[Intro: DJ Quik]
Yo, this is DJ Quik
And quite frankly
I think we gotta be some of the baddest motherfuckers
That ever fucked with rap music
Cause this album right here is on some old cool shit
If you don't believe me
Just give me three and a half seconds and I'll show you
You ready?
One, one and a half
Two, two and a half
Three, three and a half, uh
Yeah
Got my niggas 2nd II None up in this bitch
My nigga Peter Gunz, that's right
AMG, El Debarge, Playa Hamm, Hi-C, Suga Free
Check this shit out

[Verse 1: DJ Quik]
I'm like fries in a skillet—much too hot to hold
I'm strong and I'm handsome and black, plus I'm bold
A mental case, sometimes stressin' but then I flip
Because you got to go crazy on Hollywood for your grip
And you know ain't no room in my mirror for your face
And if I got y'all confused like Rubik then state yo case
Yet creepshow suckas keep tryin to submerge mine
But I can hold my breath for a long time
I emerge with treasures and coins, a thick sack
And your life ain't mine to take, now kick back
'Cause if it don't make dollas—sucka, you know the poem
Cause either you pimping this game or you just hoing
Now get up outta mine, nigga I'm the bomb
Droppin heat on your homeboys and spreadin like napalm
Cause I got more styles than your car's got miles
And I, got more styles than a hotel's got towels
Cause I kicks it in...