Dj Quik - Til Jesus Comes lyrics

[12 second intro to start] [DJ Quik] I grew up with haters right under the same roof Ain't never no food, but the whiskey is 80 proof n***az is shootin at me, and my sister called the police to tell 'em that my homies loaned me a piece Devil-worshippin neighbors, n***az borrowin penicillin Rats and roaches is chillin, my sister makin a k**in Sellin d** to my other sisters and now I hope They break in her f**in Buick and pinch on her dope I transferred out of Compton High School with a gun in my pants Ready for whatever comes and I'm prayin I ain't gotta be the one shot up in the hospital Simply because Compton never had one, f** it I shot them n***az and I moved to another town Gave the gun to Darryl and I had him go melt it down How many times did they call me a f*g 'Til they got stomped out and threatened with a 44 mag [Chorus] We gotta freak the freak the funk We gotta seize and squeeze the pump We gotta tease and beat these punks Get on your knees 'til Jesus comes {BLAM} Give up the keys, get in the trunk And if he freeze, begin to dump We gotta smash and kick and stomp, blast a punk Get on your knees 'til Jesus comes {BLAM} [DJ Quik] n***az call me dumb but I'm smarter than your momma For lettin yo' daddy ejaculate in her and stickin her wit'cho drama Cause you ain't nuttin but a skanky welfare case Livin in scum Bum-o-Rama A shelf full of antibiotics and narcotics Dwellin in a house full of lazy psychotics Pissin and sh**tin on theyself and you too stupid to help Because you just a dumb n***a yourself Ain't that the kettle callin the pot round and hot? (Huh?) Ain't the reason you 'bout to be found bound and shot? (Huh?) You need to keep my name off your tongue, before they find you hung with a letter in your own handwriting motherf**er [Chorus: w/ "Get out your" instead of "Give up the"] [DJ Quik] How much liquor could I consume in one sitting? How many n***az did I shake for bullsh**tin? I run any console, I'm an engineer And I drink imported beer while I'm lookin for the gear I'm a stylist, I'm not a p**n star I know enough to where I can service my own car I ain't ignorin you stupid, I just be watchin my own rhythms and lovin how they fall, this music is different A new generation The beat is so fancy, look at my presentation It's not 16, it's 12, makin a scene as well Watchin my green and mail, how could I fail? How could I fail? [Chorus: w/ "drawn down and buck" instead of "begin to dump"]