Dj Quik - f** Y'all (2nd II None, Amg & Hi-C Diss) lyrics

[Kurupt:] This is dedicate to all of y'all skanless-a** dusty-a** broke-a** busta-a** n***az! [Chorus - singers (Kurupt):] Y'all ain't sayin nothin Y'all n***az is f**in, f** y'all (b**h n***az) f** y'all (punk b**hes) f** y'all (f** y'all) f** y'all (then f** y'all) Always poppin somethin (always poppin sh**) Y'know I'm gon' come back dumpin f** y'all (b**h n***az) f** y'all (punk b**hes) f** y'all (f** y'all) f** y'all (you and all) [Kurupt:] I'm like f** you; you ain't never been sh** Never was sh**, f** it the way I was taught was never trust sh**, especially this funny style, funny lookin b**h n***a here I'ma tell you so fast, so quick n***a if you say another word, that's it I'ma slap him like the b**h that he is Then I'ma turn around and slap the b**h that he with I ain't never understood your type You know you wanna be a boss, we cut from a different cloth They never thought me and Quik would get it together Keep it Crippin while I dip and sip and spit it together f** y'all [Chorus:] (b**h n***az) (punk b**hes) (f**in snitches) (coward n***az) (f** 'em) (b**h n***az) (punk b**hes) (f** y'all) (yeah and all) [DJ Quik:] Yeah I'm put together, Compton built me with an Einstein brain We live in Southern California where you GOTTA make it rain~! And if you jump I'll help you reconstruct the crash of the plane To survive, you gotta embrace pain Cause pain tells you that you need to get right wit'chaself So when you do replace the pain with wealth And even though the money can't buy you health You'll be eatin right for tellin them just how you felt I sleep in a mirrored room, worthy of an emperor I only get a temper when I'm talkin to the simpletons Give me patience, I deal with mental patients I see you as a dunce but I haven't said it once [Chorus:] (always talkin sh**) (f**in snitches) (coward n***az) (cake b**hes) (f** y'all)... (f** you, f** you) (b**h n***az) (punk b**hes) (f** y'all) (you and all) [DJ Quik:] Hey, we we let it go, but you gotta get it though Kurupt is the venom; and Quik is the antidote Even though your man is slow, and can't keep the tempo yo I'm keepin it simple I'm stuck to this instrumental So bounce - we in your city makin all our rounds We get the dollars, euros, yen and pounds We stand on top of the couches; we like those girls without pouches and those braces and the slouches So now (now) we'd like to challenge y'all to all get down (Get down) but all together like couples to the sound (The sound) don't want to hear no rebu*tal Think of the music as the tracks and your body's the shovel [Kurupt:] Take off, blast off in the sky to a high My bad, I ain't mean to make you mad Cadillac on 3's, old school, O.D.'s make me shiver If you try to take mines, or my homey's, I deliver these cannonball words through your window through the info Through your liver listenin I tell ya how I'm feelin [DJ Quik:] Hey - Hi-C, AMG, K&D Why y'all names all rhyme and mine don't? Cause I got it and y'all won't? I'm the Quiksta, I'm the funk I be bangin in the trunk All the b**hes wanna f** me cause they know I ain't no punk I'ma tell you n***az once and for all dagnabbit If you can't see me with it, then you can never have it So f** y'all!