Dollaz & Sense
Safe+Sound
歌手:DJ Quik
专辑:《Safe+Sound》

Mmm Now let's get down to business, *******
Cause it seems like y'all just keep on tryin to diss this
******* that you know that's been down for years
I've clowned for years, and y'all could never fade my peers
One two three four five six seven
Nine, ten,
Eiht you can't win
Cause all the way around *******
I gets respect and youse a ******* that can't even get no props in your set ?
Trag new park? you say huh
Wanna be rippin, but now it's time to do some set trippin
So listen close, cause
I don't want y'all to miss
That I'm bout to break it down for this ************, check it
Acacia, Poplar
Maple Spruce
Cedar Elm
Westside trees sprayin all the fleas that's from the three and four hundred block
P-Funk riders (So *******z watch yo' ass at that center divider *gun blast*)
Now Erik Titer, tell my why you seem so tame
When I caught you at the airport, shakin like a crap game
You looked up and you seen my *******z comin
And you looked like your ************ ass was bout to start runnin
But all I wanted to do was kick a little coversation (yo whatup)
And see if we can fix this little situation
But would
I ******* you up was what you wondered
Yeah, that's probably why you changed your little pager number (punk ass)
But ******* like you don't grow
You can't even look me in my eye, let alone go toe to toe
And callin me skinny, youse a clown
I'ma call you
Theo, cause you weigh ninety-two point three pounds
Wack ass actor, movie script killer
Fool don't you know,
Quik is still the *******
Compton psycho, boy you oughta quit
Your records don't hit, and ******* don't jock your ************t
You need to stay down you
Compton clown and get off of the nuts of the *******z with guts
Because I'm down with the
Trees, I'm down with
Death Row
I'm down with
Black Tone, and
I'm down with the fo'
So when we cross paths and
I hope that's soon
I'ma boot your mother****** ass to the moon
You need to quit bangin under false pretense
Cause if don't make dollars, it don't make sense *chorus*
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the people, commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
Because you gotta give it up to the crown prince
Now I'ma swing it to the right and, right into the left hand
Take a deep breath and, cook it like a chef and this is dedicated to the
C-P-T No better yet
T-T-P, or the *******z that look up to me
I make it my business, to be that true forever and whenever
I can come clever well that's my endeavor so whether or not you understand, that there's only one
DJ Q-U-I-K with no
C still you can't be me
Because I'm floatin in my
Lex and, depositin fat checks and gettin mad *** while
I floss the
NSX and doin what
I wanna, and youse a goner ******* for thinkin that you can catch me slippin on a street corner
Remember Compton's in the house, and
Quik is in the hood
Sippin yak with all my *******z cause it's tooted good
So don't knock it til you try it, cause
Eiht he tried to knock it
But he's still walkin round with my nuts in his pocket (beyotch)
So put tha
P in it represent and sip that
Miller And for those of y'all concerned, this is still
Eiht Killa *gun blast*
Let me take a load off my ******* little pest
If it don't make dollers *******, you know the rest *chorus*
Now I done sold my ****** soul to the ************t that
I kick While you groupie ass *******z keep on ridin the ************
You oughta know that
DJ Quik ain't your average everyday mother******* (hah)
Slick like a snake cause
I stuck ya
Now, I never had my ************ sucked by a man befo'
But you gon be the first you little trick ass hoe
Then you can tell me just how it taste
But before
I nut I shoot some piss in your face you ****** coward, tremblin like a nervous wreck
Cause when
I caught your ass, you put yourself in check
And when you left my presence, you left expedient
You ain't no ****** killer, youse a comedian, beyotch
Tell me why you act so scary
Givin your set a bad name wit your misspelled name
E-I-H-T, now should
I continue
Yeah you left out the
G cause the
G ain't in you
Remember that time you was rollin on the
Westside And a little brown bucket pulled up on your side
Caught at that light in your
Camry in the midst of a
REAL killer, tell me did you feel a little nervous (hell yeah)
You was in the shadow of death
With two trey-five-sevens pointed at your chest, hmm
Whatchu gon do, where was your *******z that kill at
You ain't got no killers so kill dat
Holdin up your hands and beggin for a pass
You lucky they didn't just to get to dumpin on yo' ass
Cause this game you think is funny is some real ************t
So you need to be more careful who you ****** wit, beyotch! *chorus* (line 4)
I'm through playin with your punk ass
Shouts goes out, to my well known road dog
What's up
Dozun Tru, they don't understand it baby they can't fade us out here on these
Compton streets (beyotch)
It's bigger than they can imagine
To the whole entire
Death Row family
Both sides, whassup *******z
And my ******* big
Suge, known for keepin ************t poppin
To my *******
Big J, my little *******
Hi-C, little straight
G And that little singin ass *******
Danny Boy
Y'all don't understand, y'all can't fade this
I'M the first ******* that was "Bangin on Wax"
Yeah if you remember, nineteen eighty-seven underground tapes
And it don't stop, and it won't stop
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