Quik:

My name is quik & i be moving fast like a race car

But i'm top seed #1 like the pace car

Whether you up on me or you chillin' way far

You can tell almost immediately that i'm aced off

So listen muthafucka why you comin' off hard

My objective is to catch you off guard

Get covert & infiltrate yo' clique

Crack yo' shit & mack yo' bitch

Now tell me could you conceive a nigga all up in her beaver

Givin' her the love fever for hours at a time before i take a breather

And when she tell me she loves me i don't believe her

'cause i rock in stereo or mono hot like gonno-

Rhea burnin' everytime you take a pee uh

So when you see a nigga out with his girl

Then baby play like you don't know me & we'll keep in a twirl

Because baby i go deeper than the deep blue seas

Baby do you really wanna play the flute on me?

I'll give you a sack & take it back & you'll die to get it

Little punk 'cause i'm fly with it



Chorus

When we come up we gettin' down down down

Step in the club they give us pound pound pound

Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown & round

Dj quik & amg with a brand new sound

(repeat)



Amg:

I told her don't chase it but you can place it

In between your jaws to taste it

Or leave it in the basement

I be the riddler that's too familiar get in the middle of ya

And then i diddle ya, dick ya down 'til it tickles

Smack the booty with no pimples

Caress ya back then rub ya nipples

Baby i'm a crack fiend get the ky & if i'm at a jiggalo

Baby say hi fly like a eagle in a range rover or a regal

Lookin' for the party people & when i catch ya baby girl

You should feel lucky we can make love

But don't forget to fuck me

'cause you got more bounce than roger troutman

I don't know when it's in or out and

Soak me baby give me that good thang

Ain't nothin' wrong with a coochie bang

'cause suga free, mausberg, quik & the am

Definitely knows how to play 'em

'cause we went from demos to limos to luxuriousies

To models from milan on they knees



Chorus

When we come up we gettin' down down down

Step in the club they give us pound pound pound

Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown & round

Amg & mausberg with a brand new sound

(repeat)





Mausberg:

Oh you didn't know that i'm the bomb baby

Well take a toke of this d-i- & you gon' be feelin' flizie

'cause i be's mausberg the superior

Steppin' through the club pound pound so ya fearin' us

But don't trip we keep the vibe right

Baby buy me some remy & if

Yo' baby daddy trippin' tell him beep me

'cause i be's black & tone & swift up on my toes

G'd up in alligate's and steel toes

Can i get a pound pound? (pound pound)

If free the flyest who am i? (you the realest)

Look into my eyes & tell me what do you see

Oh you jockin' my entourage dj quik & amg

Well get yo' groove on 'cause i ain't hatin' on the homies

When that 9-5th drop you & yo' sister gon' be on me

All i wanna do is slide up in & slide back out

Slap you in yo' face & stick it dead in yo' mouth

You think i'm bullshittin' well meet me after my show

Bring yo' lips to that all white stretch limo

So we can ride, slide, dip & glide booyah!

And do our thang 'cause my whole clique fly



Chorus

When we come up we gettin' down down down

Step in the club they give us pound pound pound

Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown & round

Mausberg & suga free with a brand new sound

(repeat)





Suga free:

It feel good don't it?

It ain't no good if it ain't good enough

To put the proper good on it

Peep how i struck up bitch jump in the air

Stay there until i tell you come down

& when you do you shut the fuck up

She'll sell a nice dream but bitch you'll

Have better luck tryin' to find 2 pac than

Me buying you somethin' off the ice cream truck

Oxygen you leave 'lone leave me 'lone

Before i lock you in that little bitty box again

Don't let up y'all just keep her soakin' wet up

Playa playa & tell her when she need to shut up

Don't lighten up naw nigga you better you better tighten up

Throw ya head back back back back

Lean it to the side hey playas (yeah!)

Tell 'em that we fly (we fly!) ooooh catastrophe!

Bitch rather slide down a slide of razor blades

Into a pool of pimp piss but this hoe had the audacity

To ask me for a dollar even though that's all i had left

These greedy lying ass hoes'll fifty cents yo' ass to death!



Chorus

When we come up we gettin' down down down

Step in the club they give us pound pound pound

Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown & round

And we come to hit the world with a brand new sound

(repeat)