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Dollaz + Sense歌词

歌手:DJ Quik 专辑:The Essential DJ Quik

作词 : David Blake
Dollaz +Sense -DJ Quik
Written by :David Blake
Mmm
Now let's get down to business
Cause it seems like y'all just keep on tryin'to diss this
That you know that's been down for years
I've clowned for years
And y'all could never fade my peers
One two three four five six seven
Nine ten Eiht you can't win
Cause all the way around I get respect
And youse a that can't even get no props in your set
Tragniew Park you say huh
Wanna be rippin'but now it's time to do some set trippin'
So listen close cause I don't want y'all to miss
That I'm 'bout to break it down for this check it
Acacia Poplar Maple Spruce Cedar Elm
Westside trees sprayin'all the fleas
That's from the three and four hundred block p-funk riders
So watch yo'a**at that center divider gun blast
Now Aaron Tyler tell my why you seem so tame
When I caught you at the airport shakin'like a crap game
You looked up and you seen my comin'
And you looked like your a**was 'bout to start runnin'
But all I wanted to do was kick a little coversation yo whatup
And see if we can fix this little situation
But would I you up was what you wondered
Yeah that's probably why you changed
Your little pager number punk a**
But like you don't grow
You can't even look me in my eye
Let alone go toe to toe
And callin'me skinny youse a clown
I'ma call you Theo
Cause you weigh ninety-two point three pounds
Wack a**actor movie script killer
Fool don't you know
Quik is still the
Compton psycho boy you oughta quit
Your records don't hit and don't jock your
You need to stay down you Compton clown
And get off of the nuts of the with guts
Because I'm down with the Trees
I'm down with Death Row
I'm down with Black Tone and I'm down with the fo'
So when we cross paths and I hope that's soon
I'ma boot your a**to the moon
You need to quit bangin under false pretense
Cause if don't make dollars it don't make sense
If it don't make dollars it don't make sense
So don't kill game let the pimpin commence
If it don't make dollars it don't make sense
So don't kill game let the people commence
If it don't make dollars it don't make sense
So don't kill game let the pimpin commence
If it don't make dollars it don't make sense
Because you gotta give it up to the crown prince
Now I'ma swing it to the right and
Right into the left hand
Take a deep breath and cook it like a chef and
This is dedicated to the c-p-t
No better yet T-T-P or the that look up to me
I make it my business to be that true forever
And whenever I can come clever well that's my endeavor
So whether or not you understand
That there's only one dj q-u-i-k
With no c still you can't be me
Because I'm floatin'in my Lex and depositin fat checks and
Gettin mad sex while I floss the nsx and
Doin'what I wanna and youse a goner
For thinkin'that you can catch me slippin'on a street corner
Remember Compton's in the house and Quik is in the hood
Sippin yak with all my cause it's tooted good
So don't knock it till you try it
Cause Eiht he tried to knock it
But he's still walkin'round with my nuts in his pocket beyotch
So put tha P in it represent and sip that Miller
And for those of y'all concerned
This is still Eiht Killa
Let me take a load off my scrotum little pest
If it don't make dollers you know the rest
If it don't make dollars it don't make sense
So don't kill game let the pimpin commence
If it don't make dollars it don't make sense
So don't kill game let the people commence
If it don't make dollars it don't make sense
So don't kill game let the pimpin commence
If it don't make dollars it don't make sense
Because you gotta give it up to the crown prince
Now I done sold my soul to the sh*t that I kick
While you groupie a**keep on ridin'the d*ck
You oughta know that DJ Quik ain't your average everyday
Slick like a snake cause I stuck ya
Now I never had my d*ck sucked by a man befo'
But you gon be the first you little trick a**hoe
Then you can tell me just how it taste
But before I nut I shoot some piss in your face
You coward tremblin'like a nervous wreck
Cause when I caught your a**you put yourself in check
And when you left my presence you left expedient
You ain't no killer youse a comedian beyotch
Tell me why you act so scary
Givin'your set a bad name wit your misspelled name
E-I-H-T now should I continue
Yeah you left out the G cause the G ain't in you
Remember that time you was rollin'on the Westside
And a little brown bucket pulled up on your side
Caught at that light in your Camry in the midst of a
Real killer tell me did you feel a little nervous
You was in the shadow of death
With two trey-five-sevens pointed at your chest hmm
Whatchu gon do where was your that kill at
You ain't got no killers so kill dat
Holdin'up your hands and beggin'for a pass
You lucky they didn't just to get to dumpin'on yo'a**
Cause this game you think is funny is some real
So you need to be more careful who you wit beyotch
If it don't make dollars it don't make sense
So don't kill game let the pimpin commence
If it don't make dollars it don't make sense
So don't kill game let the people commence
If it don't make dollars it don't make sense
So don't kill game let the pimpin commence
If it don't make dollars it don't make sense
Because you gotta give it up to the crown prince
Shouts goes out to my well known road dog
What's up Dozun Tru they don't understand it baby
They can't fade us out here on these compton streets beyotch
It's bigger than they can imagine
To the whole entire Death Row family
Both sides whassup
And my big Suge known for keepin'poppin'
To my Big J my little Hi-C little straight G
And that little singin'Danny Boy
Y'all don't understand y'all can't fade this
I'm the first that was bangin'on Wax
Yeah if you remember nineteen eighty-seven underground tapes
And it don't stop and it won't stop
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