[DJ Quik]

Hey!

You got that see through style that I can stare through (right through)

Produce a track on you, I don't care to (I won't do it)

But I'm sympathetic to your needin'

'Cause it ain't me your wife keeps turnin' down

While she's tellin' you she bleedin' (she's lying to you)

It ain't my fault I'm lookin' 23 and twenty-fo'

All day long hottest tracks rockin' any show (true)

Notorious for making bitches horny

While you lookin' old walkin' through that corn lookin' corny (look at that nigga)

And it's more than obvious that you're jealous

But don't hate my style, don't hate my money, don't hate my fellas

We do what we gotta do to get where we're goin' for us

To be where we need to be at...believe that

Stop beggin' for a beat you can't afford it (uh uh)

They hotter than them pretty red Dada's I be sportin' (uh huh)

'Cause I got the home court and when I'm rappin'

On my own tracks mothafucka I feel like Jordan!



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[Mausberg]

Now what lack that I'm the realest

On top of game you fuckin' my vibe off with them homosexual ways

Me and my nigga...we on some new improved shit

Makin' you groove shit, get paid and move quick

Nigga you gettin' mad 'cause I'm shakin' my belly

In a stretch navigator makin' moves on the celly

Talkin' to Stan, Tone and Quik on a conference call

Get ready dogg, you ponic 'bout to take off

Took the crown back, tucked it and ready for war

Bustin' over 2 cars, a house note and probably more

I wanna see the Madd Rapper step in my hood

So I can take him fo' a shit and all them coward niggas good

Love madresta, Kam and Cr