Hey!
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Never understood, how we did it
How we made this music groove your very soul
[Erick Onasis]
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 nuttin 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 sh**
Walk through any borough
That stretch from here past the tri-borough
Better respect us dog we thorough
Don't get confused
We smashin crews, it's my rules
Step incorrect and get abused
I bring the ruck to any cats bringin drama
Make 'em feel it, like 2Pac's "Dear Mama"
It can be pitch black and I'll spot ya
Boom! Kick in your door like Big Poppa
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Never
Xzibit
Dj motherf**in Quik
Erick Sermon
[Dj Quik]
Ay, tell me what you get when your n***a Xzibit
And Quik get down with the E Double?
You get we trouble
E, make the beat bubble
Make the ba** 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
Cause this is how we do it here
It's ironic that you done stepped into a room
Of purple hydroponic, fat booty b**hes 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 figure rap n***as; from the gate
We been waited on and hated on since eighty-eight
Now cross my dogs or cross my path and I'ma wet ya
Way down from the Compton town, and I betcha that
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[Xzibit]
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
co*kblocker, dump a few G's in my lolo
Not dough hoe, my n***a Big Kam and Solo
Dolo, most n***as react like a h*mo
And when they wit a crowd now they wanna get loud
Wanna act wild and act like your criminal file
Is stretchin a mile, but really got the heart of a child
?? Steal our tickets
Extra points like a field goal kicker
Like a f**ed up D. A. Wit a charge that ain't stickin
I'm walkin away, a free man
'cause y'all n***as softer than sand
'cause we f**in a fan and locin out wit your pan
I f**ed your mother, so now I'm the motherf**in man!
Break fool on the track like it's supposed to be
And break bread with the real n***as close to me
Epmd
[vocoder box]
C'mon, yeah, dj Quik in the motherf**in house
Yeah, this dick in your mouth
Ha, c'mon, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, c'mon
Yeah, you think it ain't?
The West coast broadcastin live in 1999
All the way bouncin through millenium
Ha, c'mon, yeah
Yo, millenium sh**, yeah, c'mon, yo millenium sh**
Yeah, c'mon yo, millenium sh**
Yeah, yo, dj motherf**in Quik
Yeah, yeah, ha, yo, yo
Yeah, Green Eyed Bandit
Yeah, b**h n***as can't stand it
C'mon, yeah, keep 'em bouncin
Yeah, R.I.P. Roger Troutman
Yeah, yeah, c'mon, ha, yeah
Yo.. Yeah, what, yeah, yeah
Hah, yeah
Yeah it's the real n***as
Yeah, bounce wit me, c'mon
Yeah.. Hahahaha n***a!
[vocoder box]
Never understood how we did it
How we made this very music groove your soul