fuck the game And it's a shame I see the mark in they eyes When they yellin that he tellin get to me, no surprise, nigga [Chorus] {"And come off this trip"} [DJ Quik
artist" [Quik] Doin much damage in the ninety-two "for America's mo-mo-mo-mo most complete artist-artist-ar-ar-artist" [DJ Quik] Now DJ Quik is the
hell comes, I'ma be a resident [Chorus 2X: Wanya Morris] La, la la-la - la, la la-la La, la la-la - la, la la-la [DJ Quik] They tell me Quik, suck
[DJ Quik] I don't really give a fuck what you think I only really give a fuck what you drink I'm a bartender, car spender, a dick lender A cash spender
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 [DJ Quik:] I'm a hit you right
You Conk Out Faint Like Marie On The Dance Floor Boppin With Me [Ice Cube & DJ Quik Talking At The End] Ice Cube And DJ Quik DJ Quik And Ice Cube 20
Whoaoy whoaoy Lord have mercy Sometimes I smoke and I fell over joyed Sometimes I smoke and I feel paranoid Sometimes I smoke and I not even feel a
have to wear a bullet-proof vest Because I got the 'Cpt' sign written across my chest A funky dope brother never ceases to impress My name is DJ Quik,
the stretch LS, baby we hood fellas Can you work wit that Can you work wit that Can you work wit that I can work wit that [Verse 2: DJ Quik] Lemme
(Quik - Talking) Wow, for real though We need something just a little bit different Ya know, it's a whole lot goin on right now But y'all can calm down
[DJ Quik] Alright look Turn them cell phones off, turn that camera off As a matter of fact nigga, turn your memory off I don't want nobody knowin what
and ? in this motherfucker And my road dog KK We gonna put niggas to sleep in the Four-hundred three Check Verse 1: (DJ Quik) Yeah motherfucker right
[DJ Quik] + (Voice Box) A ha ha you don't understand me goddammit (I don't wanna eat it) A ha ha ha nah baby I aint wit' it (don't wanna
(feat. AMG) [10 seconds of instrumental to open] [DJ Quik] Yeah.. I wanna take this time to dedicate this song to my city To my county - fuck it the
We gon' fuck you up - WE GON' FUCK YOU UP! [DJ Quik] Bridget Bridget Bridget was a girl that I knew But she's a dumb hoe, and baldheaded like DJ Pooh
me, what do you think of mista Quik? [Woman] What do you mean? [M]-You know, would you like, think of someone you might wanna fuck? [W]-Yes [DJ Quik
[DJ Quik] New game.. Ay, my musical style is far from intermediate And my lyrics stay flow as if I was collegian (smart) Take my style you need it
the nite, I got things to show ya Tonite's the nite we got heat from Quik-ola Yo, who slipped the mickey in my soda?! [DJ Quik] Maybe I did cause you
