Текст песни Erick Onasis f DJ Quik, Xzibit - Def Squad Presents Erick Onasis
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Hey![vocoder box]Never understood, how we did itHow we made this music groove your very soul[Erick Onasis]Yo I lamp out in the rented E-7 V-12 screamerThe new Benz, seen her?290 thou`, wowSomethin your rap budget does not allowWhy you laughin, I don`t see nuttin funnyPull back two Mac-10`s now it`s a big Mac-20That is the basicsQuik and I we run the MatrixHold your mouth don`t say shitWalk through any boroughthat stretch from here past the tri-boroughBetter respect us dog we thoroughDon`t get confusedWe smashin crews, it`s my rulesStep incorrect and get abusedI bring the ruck to any cats bringin dramaMake `em feel it, like Tupac`s "Dear Mama"It can be pitch black and I`ll spot yaBOOM! Kick in your door like Big Poppa[vocoder box]NeverXzibitDJ motherfuckin QuikErick Sermon[DJ Quik]Ay, tell me what you get when your nigga Xzibitand Quik get down with the E Double?You get we troubleE, make the beat bubbleMake the bass all on you shake they break outto the ground and dig em out of E rubblePartyin, happy that you shook the whole cribAnd if you got a pound E Dub I got dibsCause this is how we do it hereIt`s ironic that you done stepped into a roomof purple hydroponic, fat booty bitches sparklinTryin to take you to a starTryin to get you to recognize they know who you areCan`t you see the red carpet, they lay it outAnd if you got a fantasy Erick they play it outWe big figure rap niggas; from the gateWe been waited on and hated on since eighty-eightNow cross my dogs or cross my path and I`ma wet yaWay down from the Compton town, and I betcha that[vocoder box][Xzibit]Ha, yeah, ladies and gentlemanYeah, the bar is now openC`mon, yeah, it`s on meC`mon, yeahPresented to you, AvireX to the ZYeah, listenI`m the spin doctor, Phantom of the OperaIf this was `89 I would break you off properCockblocker, dump a few G`s in my loloNot dough hoe, my nigga Big Kam and SoloDolo, most niggas react like a homoAnd when they wit a crowd now they wanna get loudWanna act wild and act like your criminal fileis stretchin a mile, but really got the heart of a child?? steal our ticketsExtra points like a field goal kickerLike a fucked up D.A. wit a charge that ain`t stickinI`m walkin away, a free manCuz y`all niggas softer than sandCuz we fuckin a fan and locin out wit your panI fucked your mother, so now I`m the motherfuckin man!Break fool on the track like it`s supposed to beAnd break bread with the real niggas close to meEPMD[vocoder box]C`mon, yeah, DJ Quik in the motherfuckin houseYeah, this dick in your mouthHa, c`mon, yeah!Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, c`monYeah, you think it ain`t?The West coast broadcastin live in 1999All the way bouncin through milleniumHa, c`mon, yeahYo, millenium shit, yeah, c`mon, yo millenium shitYeah, c`mon yo, millenium shit