DJ Quik, Garry Shider - The End? lyrics

Ah, yeah, hey
Wait a minute, wait a minute, y'all see
I told you he'd be back baby baby, baby baby
Ayy Quik, I told 'em you'd be back
(What up, Garry?) yes, I did
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah (Ladies and gentlemen)
Ah, one more do it one more time for me
(Garry Shider)
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
(yeah, it's Parliament Funkadelic forever
Say that one time)

Quik be funkin' that street
Level, street level, street level
Quik be funkin' that street level
Quik be funkin' that street
Level, street level, street level
Quik be funkin' that street level
Say it, boy ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Quik be funkin' that street
Level, street level, street level
Quik be funkin' that street level
(Thank you, Garry)
I told 'em you'd be back (Thank you, Garry)
Quik be funkin' that street
Level, street level, street level
(Parliament Funkadelic)
Quik be funkin' that street level
(My music teachers, Parliament Funkadelic)
Quik be funkin' that street
Level, street level, street level
Quik be funkin' that street level
Street, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
(Ladies and gentlemen, Garry Shider
Go find it)
Oh, Quik you funky, don't let 'em stop you
Boy

Alright, now let's get back to this 2020 shit
And I'm not talking about perfect eyesight
I'm talking about the year
Then give me twenty more
And I'ma keep poppin' this shit
Until my fingers plenty sore
I'm not just cuttin' any ho anymore
But, I love 'em thick like Demi Mo'
Now I need my piano player
Where did Kenny go?
El Dorado rollin', got your El Camino stolen
Taking off your hundred spokes to sell
'em to the old man
'Cause they looked a whole lot
Better when they rollin'
Double it back onto your block to
Come pick up your woman
Pharrell asked me why I gangbang
That ain't your fuckin' business
Stay out my lane, mayne
'Cause don't nobody wanna see my game
Plain and simple
Them little niggas do the damn thang, mayne
Yeah, they'll be dumpin' out the Maxima
Throwing flaming hatchets at ya
Tiger claws scratchin' at ya
They tighten you niggas up and then
Throw the ratchet at ya
And when you mark niggas flip, we the spatula
The eighty-eight degrees with the
Lucky number seven
It's woop music on your block
Knockin' with my brethren
I mold you into the shape of an octahedron
While inspiring to be your
Headache aspirin Excedrin
I'm compelled to find every word
That rhymes with orange
You might be bouncing the door
But, I'm the door hinge
I'll knock you out and in
Go to the mountain then
Exclaim it out that that nigga
Quikster is 'bout to win
Ol' bitch ass nigga on Don Tomaso
Said he's never heard of me
You're nothin' but a buster
Insignificant nerd to me
Yeah, nigga, word to me
Keep gum-bumpin' I'll bust your head open
Where the curb should be
You’ll be talkin' out the side
Of your neck on purpose, g
Gaping wounds in your torso
You fade out worthlessly
You haters ain't heard the worst of me
I'll bring you voodoo so fast
You'll think you on Bourbon Street