DJ Quik - Quik Is The Name lyrics
[DJ Quik - Quik Is The Name lyrics]
You wanna see a young brother from
The Compton tip check a grip
Well keep lookin
Because the C-A-M-E-O track is cookin
Like a big ol pot of neckbones
We'll tend to fire up
Because a young brother like the
Quik is gettin wired up
You know my offbeat style is
Flowin all the while i'm showin suckers
They can't get none of this
Let alone some of this, I'm a musical genius
And if you fuck with my roll "Face, down
Hut hut hut hut!" i beat yo' ass as if uh
We was playin Tecmo Bowl
I'm a producer if a rhythm
Is dope I choose it
And I hope you know I'd rather
+BE+ dope than use it i was a Player in the
Penthouse and now I'm uprooted
A young scallion in them
Khaki suit's and booted
With a 40 in hand I'ma take a stand
I'm lettin em know they can't fuck
With the one man band
And if a soft sucker wanna
Know who's to blame
I let 'em know - Quik is the Name
Now can we get back on the
Tip of the real unadulterated funk
This beat is gettin funky just like a skunk
And the funk is that I step
With the style I show
Let's blow these motherfuckin
Nimrods doin low
What makes you think that you can
Even try to step to me?
I hold the dice without six on the tea leaf
I know you wanna win some go
On and try your luck
Punk, put your money on the
Floor and get bucked
By a pro-fession-al, rhyme hoodlum
Hoochies all over my tip
Because I screwed 'em
One-time can't lock me up, cause I elude 'em
And bubblegum rappers can't fade me
Cause I chewed 'em so suckers get at me I'm
The "Q" in quotations
And the C-P T is the location
I won't talk in riddles cause you don't
Need the strain on your brain
To make it simple - Quik is the Name
Yeah, I don't compare my rhyme
Styles to no gat
Cause to me that bullshit is SUPER wack
I just remain plain and kick the facts
Bout how a nigga can't
Keep from gettin jacked
You gotta hold your own at any cost
Cause if you don't boy you
Might get bossed and tossed
By a sucker who claims he
Got more game than you
Bein true is what you oughta do
Or you just might find some
Chrome pointed at your dome
Think fast or you might not make it home
See a nigga like myself ain't
Goin out like that
Because I found that it pays to pack a gat
In the city where surival is
A full-time job black
And it ain't givin nuttin back
The fo'-fo'll keep a motherfucker tame
Behind the trigger yo, Quik is the Name
The Compton tip check a grip
Well keep lookin
Because the C-A-M-E-O track is cookin
Like a big ol pot of neckbones
We'll tend to fire up
Because a young brother like the
Quik is gettin wired up
You know my offbeat style is
Flowin all the while i'm showin suckers
They can't get none of this
Let alone some of this, I'm a musical genius
And if you fuck with my roll "Face, down
Hut hut hut hut!" i beat yo' ass as if uh
We was playin Tecmo Bowl
I'm a producer if a rhythm
Is dope I choose it
And I hope you know I'd rather
+BE+ dope than use it i was a Player in the
Penthouse and now I'm uprooted
A young scallion in them
Khaki suit's and booted
With a 40 in hand I'ma take a stand
I'm lettin em know they can't fuck
With the one man band
And if a soft sucker wanna
Know who's to blame
I let 'em know - Quik is the Name
Now can we get back on the
Tip of the real unadulterated funk
This beat is gettin funky just like a skunk
And the funk is that I step
With the style I show
Let's blow these motherfuckin
Nimrods doin low
What makes you think that you can
Even try to step to me?
I hold the dice without six on the tea leaf
I know you wanna win some go
On and try your luck
Punk, put your money on the
Floor and get bucked
By a pro-fession-al, rhyme hoodlum
Hoochies all over my tip
Because I screwed 'em
One-time can't lock me up, cause I elude 'em
And bubblegum rappers can't fade me
Cause I chewed 'em so suckers get at me I'm
The "Q" in quotations
And the C-P T is the location
I won't talk in riddles cause you don't
Need the strain on your brain
To make it simple - Quik is the Name
Yeah, I don't compare my rhyme
Styles to no gat
Cause to me that bullshit is SUPER wack
I just remain plain and kick the facts
Bout how a nigga can't
Keep from gettin jacked
You gotta hold your own at any cost
Cause if you don't boy you
Might get bossed and tossed
By a sucker who claims he
Got more game than you
Bein true is what you oughta do
Or you just might find some
Chrome pointed at your dome
Think fast or you might not make it home
See a nigga like myself ain't
Goin out like that
Because I found that it pays to pack a gat
In the city where surival is
A full-time job black
And it ain't givin nuttin back
The fo'-fo'll keep a motherfucker tame
Behind the trigger yo, Quik is the Name