Dj Quik - Puffin' The Dragon lyrics

Yeah... To whom all concern, don't take me vain I plow the hard road for people like Lil Wayne I put it all in place to have it taken away And live in ridicule and grief, dismay Before my face got stubble, my house burned to rubble The party that I planned for the world got me in trouble Journalists asked what I did with my money I gave it to the needy, not that greedy I'm Quik... I do it like I wanna Somethin like the South of France, I wanna hear the thunder ...Now open up the ceiling Ask the valet pull the roof off, I want to feel the feeling ...So let the raindrops kiss me on my angelic face I'm such a sport, had to ask the turtle, "Was it a race?" And now I yield for the snail's pace Crosstown traffic in a haze, I love this place [Chorus:] I'm up and I'm at it, I guess I'm just a musical addict I like it when my life is automatic I'm summonin magic, I gotta avoid it when it's tragic So call me when you need a new gadget I'm puffin the dragon, it's fried chicken in back of the wagon Mercedes, Lamborghini we draggin On the Interstate 15 to Vegas, we drunk and we n***az They pay us... We playas Betrayed to the point where I pop my trunk But why me, go to prison and send heaven a punk? I was the star of the show but that turns your friends against you Hence, you'll never get another opportunity sent you Salon shop talk now, days is jaded They ask a thousand questions while I'm gettin my hair braided Starin at me funny, countin one dollar bills Greed is a sin, but ignorance k**s And LA can be a very cold place at times A lotta of different d**, no universal mind On the same page, but a lotta different books I swear that this could be as fun as it looks Cause when you ride 'em right, you get the fun in the sun But if you stab the horse, you're infamous, got one and you're done On the surface it's calm, the naked eye cannot see it But the undercurrent's there to steal a body if needed So be it [Chorus] Rose Hills fillin up with all of my friends Emotions I can't show 'em, I'm just keepin it in Got a lot of livin to do, avoidin the laws of the land The Grim Reaper got the scythe in his hand So it's party on the stage while playin everything Scratch the record, throw my hands up, make everybody sing Still the one-man band, still a hip-hop fan A producer from on Spruce but with a mic and a band I'm not as pa**ionate about it but I hit now and then Not naive to the envy that fills the (Heartz of Men) I'm a G from the streets, but I need a new letter One that announces my power and describes me better I'm a Q from the composition writer I see it all and highlight it from the perspective of a biter So Drake I owe you a line, and Diddy you too Canada, New York and Compton, let's get a brew bruh [Chorus]