BlaQKout DJ Quik & Kurupt

[Intro: Kurupt]
Yeah (yeah)
This is one of those when you put it together
You make gumbo (gumbo) you dig? (I dig)
I mean how can you go wrong?
DJ Quik on the beat, Kurupt Young Gotti on the mic
DJ Quik on the mic, I mean
How can you go wrong? Yes

[Verse 1: DJ Quik]
I'm a hit you right off of the intro
I don't need rap, I'm a pimp
So I'm conflicted
Cause I can't put hoes on the track, that's contradictin'
And even though I don't win no Grammys
I still get love in the streets, from the pappys and mammys
I'll be damned they ain't family
They treat me like I flunked out of Grambling
But they happy that I went on a scholarship, God damn me
I know you love me if you feel this
I'm not a rapper, I'm a realist
And I came back just to get you on track like metro
Set the stage on fire, gallon of petrol - get it all!
Patron shots got me gettin drunk, want to hit it all
Rap music filled with shock and awe
I know you love Quik cause I'm rockin y'all
Kurupt'll be here in 8 bars to spit at y'all