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    [vocal box]
    Never understood, how we did it
    How we made this music groove your very soul

    Yo i lamp out in the rented e-7 v-12 screamer
    The new benz, seen her?
    290 thou, wow
    Somethin your rap budget does not allow
    Why you laughin, i don't see nothing funny
    Pull back two mac-10's now it's a big mac-20
    That is the basics
    Quik and i we run the matrix
    Hold your mouth don't say shit
    Walk through any borough
    That stretch from here past the tri ??
    Better respect us dog we ?kernel?
    Don't get it confused
    We smashin crews, it's my rules
    Don't come correct and get abused
    I bring the ruck to any cats bringin drama
    Make 'em feel it, like tupac's dear mama
    It could be pitch black and i spot ya
    Boom! kick in your door like big poppa

    [vocal box]

    Dj motherfucking quik
    Erick sermon

    [dj quik]
    Ay, tell me what you get when your nigga xzibit
    And quik get down with the e double?
    You get we trouble
    E, make the beat bubble
    Make the bass all on you shake they break out
    To the ground and dig em out of e rubble
    Partyin, happy that you shook the whole crib
    And if you got a pound e dub i got dibs
    Cuz this is how we do it here
    It's ironic that you done stepped into a room
    Of purple hydroponic, fat booty bitches sparklin
    Tryin to take you to a star
    Tryin to get you to recognize they know who you are
    Can't you see the red carpet, they lay it out
    And if you got a fantasy erick they play it out
    We big figga rap niggas
    From the gate, we been waited on and hated on since '88
    Now cross my dogs or cross my path and i'ma whet ya
    Way down from the compton town, and i bet ya

    [vocal box]

    Ha, yeah, ladies and gentleman
    Yeah, the bar is now open
    C'mon, yeah, it's on me
    C'mon, yeah
    Presented to you, avirex to the z
    Yeah, listen

    I'm the spin doctor, phantom of the opera
    If this was '89 i would break you off proper
    Cockblocker, dump a few g's in my lolo
    Not dough hoe, my nigga b came in solo, dolo
    Most niggas react like a homo
    And when they wit a crowd now they wanna get loud
    Wanna act wild and act like a criminal, foul
    And stretchin a mile, but really got the heart of a child
    ?? steal our tickets
    Extra points like a field goal kicker
    Like a fucked up d.a. wit a charge that aint stickin
    I'm walkin away, a free man
    Cuz y'all niggas softer than sand
    Cuz we fuckin a fan and locin out wit your pan
    I fucked your mother, so now i'm the motherfucking man!
    Break fool on a track like it's supposed to be
    And break bread with the real niggas close to me

    [vocal box]

    C'mon, yeah, dj quik in the motherfucking house
    Yeah, this dick in your mouth
    Ha, c'mon, yeah!
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, c'mon
    Yeah, you think it aint
    The west coast brought cats alive in 1999
    All the way bouncin through millenium
    Ha, c'mon, yeah
    Yo, millenium shit, yeah, c'mon, yo millenium shit
    Yeah, c'mon yo, millenium shit
    Yeah, yo, dj motherfucking quik
    Yeah, yeah, ha, yo, yo
    Yeah, green eyed bandit
    Yeah, bitch niggas can't stand it
    C'mon, yeah, keep it bouncin
    Yeah, r.i.p. roger troutman
    Yeah, yeah, c'mon, ha, yeah

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