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DJ Quik
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We Came 2 Play
作詞：David Blake, Jason Lewis
Ay, can you say gangsta shit, gangsta shit
Say gangsta shit, gangsta shit
Can you say gangsta shit, gangsta shit
Say gangsta shit, I ain't sayin' no mo'
We 'bout to step up and move on
We 'bout to step up and move on, ya
We 'bout to step up and move on, come on
We 'bout to step up
Now, I still be knockin' bitches like it ain't shit, it ain't shit
'Cus I'm dynamic high program it and makin' hit
Whetha I'm in Da Da jeans or crape silk slacks
Flyest be the reason that my shit cracks
'Cus when I'm on the beats, I'm fuckin' all y'all up, all y'all up
The I get up on the mic and scoop up all your mutts, all ya mutts
I make my dainty
Bitches wanna shake y'all butts, shake y'all butts
And you make you ballin'
Niggas wanna grab your Lux
Hangin' and bangin' niggas that bring the heat for real
And if you ain't gotta make a chip for my beats, no deal
'Cus I negotiate everything with no fuss, fuss
Spend 20 Gs on my record, it's gold plus
Fucking every competitor on the stage up
Then I come to your city to get laid up
Give it everything I got, to stay paid up
And if you feelin' a nigga then say what
As we move toward the light
With broads on our right, broads on our right
And haters to the left we part the way, we part the way
Put aside our prestige, prestige
We're really M A D, lit up
From the cage to the stage, we come to play
AMG let um know
With mo' bounce than a ball
Me and Q see-saw
Dick a slip, I clown hoes wit a, hee-hah
Relax, the Rolls is real, cardiac tank, platinum and steel
I was up in the club, now, I'm up in the hill
Had quarters, lucky that we put in a bill
Cream de la cream, who you with baby girl, him?
Up your ass in the rag jag come to the gym
I ain't wit chu fo' love
'Cos if it was'nt me, you probably be calling me a scrub
But you like the marble tubs, and the marble flows
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You's a copper bitch, tryin' to be a platinum hoe
Head to toes and don't nobody wear no Jabose
No mo', take that shit back
Baby have a six pack
I cant even say no mo', where my dick at?
As we move toward the light
With broads on our right, broads on our right
And haters to the left we part the way, we part the way
Put aside our prestige, prestige
We're really M A D, we lit up
From the cage to the stage we come to play, we come to play
Ay, We been doin' this shit since we was little boys
So don't even trip us, nigga, do your own shit
Gettin' down for the crown ain't a puzzle for me
And you bitch niggas can't put a muzzle on me
'Cos when I'm gone on a rocket and a grape juice
I make the world rock when I let a tape lose
They say ghetto niggas is desperate and we shiztee
But I turn down every celebrity bitch I see
Shopping game with my nigga Mr. AMG
And pop a games in a coochie if its F A T, fo sho
Treys, zeros, cuatro, I got you, lady friends
With new Mercedes men, what? All 5 double os
Watch these pretty toe, hoes get liquefied, nut up
Mystified, shut up, dick get slide, if I memorize, hey
I'ma play you foeva, wood and the leatha
Me and DJ Q, me and AMG and the rest of the crew
And its plain to see, we make Gs like guarantee
We make Gs like guarantee, bitch
As we move toward the light
With broads on our right, with broads on our right
And haters to the left we part the way, we part the way
Put aside our prestige, oh yeah, we're really M A D, we lit up
From the cage to the stage, Quik and AMG, we come to play
We come to play and play well
We come to play
How you gon' play with out us, baby?
We do our thing
10 years in the game
And ain't nothing change
Q, tell them how we feel, nigga
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