Get Down

(Shoot back) I'm hard and I'm flossy and I'm all that

You talk a lot of shit, where yo' bodyguard at?

I got a pocket full of money, where the mall at?

Where the quads at, where the drinks, where the broads at?

(Shoot back) Niggaz fightin over bitches need to squash that

You shouldn't be disgruntled cause you didn't learn to posh that

It's black pussy and I'm still tryin to wash that

Rinse it up, lip to butt, right between the center gut

(Shoot back) Sit in my lap, and look at my snaps

Drop a 20 and watch these troublemakers fightin for scraps

My drawers so clean, my nuts are so powdered

Don't stress me out, just eat your clam chowder

Tryin to stick my honeybee into yo' flower

If you like this record then make the shit louder

(Shoot back) It's so terrific out on the Pacific

Green plants and dancin make you feel lifted

I'm DJ Quik and I'm so fuckin gifted

That you didn't even feel when the momentum shifted

(Shoot back) I turned the pocket around

And slowed it all the way DOWN, I'm a musical cop now

Get down on the ground, spread your legs, put your hands behind your back

Get up and walk backwards towards me

You under arrest for them big-ass breasts

And that ass made me think you had a strap, pick your ass up

Get down on your face, spread 'em wide, where your ID?

Why you tryin to lie to me? You've got the right to remain

Either you can ride the big-ass bus

go to jail or go home with us, I need backup

Excuse me miss, I'm pullin you over

Cause your ass is extremely too fat

You need backup Quik? I'm the right nigga to get

My picks are thick stallion, I'm slangin the dick

Still bangin the bricks, with the 'caine and the 6

Remain in the mix, because I'm famous and shit

(Shoot back) Let the guest in, doors open, my entourage walked in

Let's get some whore scopin I'm open for more pokin

On my wrist is 50 tokens, buy that chump

Sold a show out for a mill', try that chump

I'm on the boat still listenin to, "Way 2 Fonky"

Park that ass right hurr chick and make that monkey

talk for me, when ya walk I see

a clear speech come and get it I got some for each

Now I'm bumpin on the radio and put it on repeat

Play it loud in the streets, go out and get yourself a freak

The, moral of the story is we hoe-hoppin police

Know your rights, put these cuffs on, you locked in these sheets

Okay - incenst cologne, women be attracted

Got the best sex c'mon, it's somethin 'bout the action

When they flex wet and bone, a model or a actress

I attach this note, before the script get wrote

(Shoot back) She see the list, text you're gone

I tap it make it happen stress there's eggs at home

A captain be reactin to the sweat as you moan

Hold up give me a second

I think Quik got somethin else to say before we end this record

This beat is for your uncle and aunt

It's old enough to be dope, but young enough to be hot

Dedicated to everybody been beat by the cops

Just tryin to get to the party and pop tequila in shot

The legendary incindiary resentment for authority figures

From the most vocal of the local niggaz

California to death, bringin Compton to life

Makin beats that'll snap yo' neck and have you writin a check

You need to

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