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Текст песни DJ Quik f Hi-C, Shyheim Da Kid, Talib Kw - Tha Proem

DJ Quik f Hi-C, Shyheim Da Kid, Talib Kw - Tha Proem слова песни

"The following presentation is rated R."[Hi-C] {*vocals being scratched*}Uhh! God damn! Yeah![Hi-C]This my nigga DJ motherfuckin QuikWe gon` take this shit back to the Mixmaster daysand put it all in your jawmeatand wiggle it around a little bit, hahahaYouknowhatI`msayin? Party favors niggaAhh yeah, y`all need a couple of `emWe ain`t playin witcho` bitch-ass eitherYouknowhatI`msayin? Niggaz try to walk the walk, talk the talkBut that bullshit ain`t nothin man {*scratches*}I said that bullshit ain`t nothin man!{*scratches: "aw, niggaz, niggaz.."*}Niggaz can`t do what we do {"NO"}{*"Bullshit ain`t nothin man!"*}Damn; so what you need to do.. is.. {"stop stop stop stop STOP!"}.. shut the fuck up and listen for a minute {"Listen!"}Pay attention - might learn somethin {"Now LISTEN!"}Don`t you carry yo` ass in the studio fuckin wit dem boys neitheror they put knots all UPSIDE ya motherfuckin head with the beats!That`s my nigga Q.. I call him..{"Quik, Quik-Quik, Q-Quik, Quik-Quik"}Quik-a-lodeon {"Too Quik!"}Yeah.. huh? Yeah.. {"Quik-Quik-Quik-Quik-Quik-Quik-Quik"}Talk.. {"Motherfuckin Quik"} spit itYeah.. ooh! Haha, yeahNow off of two-fifths of drank (drank drank)They got yo` boy lookin for a bitch to spank (spank spank)Baby you can kick it but ya sister cain`t (nah nah)Runnin `round smellin like a septic tank (ewwwahh)Girl you need to stop you know your ass is stank (stank stank)Runnin `round beggin all the baller for bank (bank bank)Tryin to hit a lick but like that you cain`t (nah nah)Cause everytime your ass come around I faint (wooo!)People get to passin out;I`ma give you one more chance but yo` ass is outNow don`t you bring yo` ass back smellin like raw trout (trout)Cause everytime I see you I`ma bust you out!(Here she come, look out!)And you niggaz with the demos (demos)Man you just as bad as dem hoes (hoes)Talkin bout your record comin out (out out)But you need to put some gum in your mouth (hell yes)Cause before I hear you rhyme or you get a beat from Quik[Shyheim Da Kid]Yo yo this Shyheim, and y`all can suck my DICK!Son you owe me, fuck the dough I want it in bloodYou was my homey, showed me nuttin but thug lovePut me on to the game, bought me my first chainLet me ride shotgun, in your Benz and RangeI`m thinkin how this big nigga gon`, go against the grainHit him up when it`s foggy outside, about to rainIt`s about to rain teflon cop-killersBut we ride teflon can`t-stop-killersI thought you was fam `til you switched the loveNow you, rich and fuck, you forget the thug?Heard you on the radio, but I ain`t get no plugAnd if you come around the way, I should get you stuckI wish you luck, I`ma make you kiss the gunAnd I ain`t gon` stop until my justice doneWhat you wanna be labelled as, a coward or a duck?What powder you cut, you wanted that building for what?When you rep that building, what you said for that buildingIf it wasn`t for me, you woulda been DEAD in that buildingYou don`t know what it feel like to say I own that buildingGet dough in that building, or control that buildingYou don`t know that feeling, you ain`t condone that killingCause when the cops came, you was like, "Shy in that building"I remember the days when you was shook in them buildingsYou in front of these buildings, frontin like you build themWhen Scrams was home, you was on his dickAnd you gave that bitch money cause you always been a trickYou know Shy Da Kid, I`m back on the blockBought the crack in the spot, spit back in the blockFuckin clap at the cops, if I`m rappin or notWhatchu gon` do nigga? Shoot or get shotI`m hot on the block like new glocks out the boxAll y`all fulla dope, at the bow(?) .. what?[Talib Kweli]Yeah yeah.. yoKweli, I`m rock this body and so forth and so onYou can get the dick, one to grow on or one to blow onBet you Quik get his dough on, I spit kick the flow onGot swift shit I throw on, cause I`ma leave what I float onPlus I get my roll on like Baby and Mannie FreshAfter I go on y`all niggaz`ll never bust like tantric sexThe universal nigga that represent the planet bestHow I manifest from Brooklyn to Los Angeles - people!We hold this down like wherever you`re fromGot my name all in your mouth like you pierced your tonguePimped the game so hard we leave them whores numbThe more I come, Kweli, I`m bout to blow like George YoungI`m the Don Cheadle of rap, dope like arms and needles of crackMy lyrics attack and arm the people like gatsIn Cali studios we rest the heat up on the consolePeep Hollywood niggaz who think it`s sweet like ComancoClaimin they gangster and street like they lookin for beefBut with a gun in they teeth they just MC`s lookin for beatsY`all don`t want trouble, we pop bubbles and flex muscleNiggaz don`t respect the lyrics, they respect your hustleThe industry is like Kinko`s, makin copies while you waitAnd the people always scream for NEW SHIT, like Clue tapesY`all speed this in your face, slow down like Screw tapeCause as long as you rockin with Quik, nigga you straight

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