DJ Quik, 2nd II None, AMG - Real Doe lyrics

Yeah, now I'm checking a grip and
Them suckas is boo hoo'n
'Cause slanging them funky ass tracks
Is what I'm doin'
(Yo, DJ Quik, what time is it?)
It's time to show the homies
I can make another hit
Another bomb ass cut and
Another 10 dollar tape
In the pen, they gettin' swoll
And on the outs
They steady rollin' on my shit
'Cause they know that Quik will never quit
I’m not an NWA, I ain’t yet, I’m on my way
To the top of the tree, for CMW to see
(yeah) It's me chillin' with the D, KK, AMG
And another homie dog known to you as Hi-C
And we be kicking it
Genuine Draft in my clutch
I'm getting funky with your ho because
She's soft to the touch and then I'm out
Fading all them niggas with no hope
Who just got a taste of the real doe

So you say you want doe
Here's a mothafucking hit
(yeah, boy, I like that shit)
Now back to my goodie old good note
I'm getting sweated 'cause I roll
With the good doe
You wanna get a little taste?
Bitch, 10 dollars for a mothafucking tape
And if you try to snatch my stash
I'm gonna beat your Black monkey ass
Give me the pipe, 'cause that ain't right
Look at you, nigga, you been up all night
You say you want a true high?
You say you wanna get fucked up
Here's a proper blast
(Now go on with your funky ass)
And tell the rest of your folks
That the D and the fellas
Got the bomb ass doe

Take a taste of the real
The D-O-P-E doe, now the deal
You know some niggas can't cope with the K
I'm shaking the dice and leaving them broke
It was your last hope
So what you do is croak
You smelled the smoke, you choke
'cause I'm unfadeable
It was the note I wrote that made it playable
So take a quote, now write it
Because I stay able
Yeah, the K is goddamn able to rock a mic
Straight out, you know I'm destined
Who want to light
The pipe, I got the Russian, I know I'm right
(We know) I couldn't trust them
With the pureness of the doe
Because it's not chest-bustin'
I'm the K, straight from 2nd I I None
And if you wanna get some
Take a chance, come with a cut rope
You know you can't hang with a
Hit from the real doe

You know it's funky, funky, funky
I love a fat monkey i rap for the niggas
And steal from the honkies
And hoes want the autograph
But, I start to laugh
'Cause you used to ignore me
But now you adore me
'Cause bitch, you's a mothafucking trick
Only out for the AMG's dick
Girl, I got paid, now I got it made
Put your money where your mouth is, fuck
Take a suck
'Cause, I know (I know) , I know (I know)
You's a big freak, so open sesame
And let me pop the pill, show you how I feel
Nut in your butt and all that stuff
'Cause the vertical joyride's taking off
I got my ticket, ho, so show me where to go
And play me like a good old guitar
Let me be your rock star with the real doe