Erick Sermon, DJ Quik, Xzibit - Focus lyrics

Never understood, how we did it
How we made this music groove your very soul
Soul
(My nigga Red in the house, one time, what)
Never understood, how we did it
How we made this music groove your very soul
Soul

Yo, I lamp out in the
RENNtech E7 V12 screamer the new Benzina
290 thou', wow
Somethin' your rap budget does not allow
Why you laughin'? I don't see nothin' funny
Pull back two Mac-10s, now it's a big Mac-20
That there's the basics
Quik and I we run the Matrix
Close your mouth, don't say shit
Walk through any borough
That stretch from here past the Triborough
Better respect us dawg, we thorough
Don't get confused, we smashin' crews


It's my rules step incorrect and get abused
I bring the ruck to any cats bringin' drama
Make 'em feel it, like 2Pac's "Dear Mama"
It can be pitch black and I'll spot ya
Boom! Kick in your door like Big Poppa

Never understood how we did it (Never)
How we made this music groove your very soul
(Xzibit) never understood how we did it
(DJ motherfuckin' Quik)
How we made this music groove your very soul
(Erick Sermon, ayy)

Tell me what you get when your nigga Xzibit
And Quik get down with the E Double? (What?)
You get we trouble
E, make the beat bubble (Make it bubble)
Make the bass so low you
Shake they brick house to
The ground and dig 'em out of thee rubble
Partyin', happy that you shook the whole crib
(Oh my)
And if you got a pound, E Dub, I got dibs
'Cause this is how we do it here, it's ironic
That you done stepped into a
Room of purple hydroponic
Fat booty bitches sparklin'
Tryna take you to a star (Fa sho')
Tryna get you to recognize they
Know who you are
Can't you see the red carpet, they lay it out
And if you got a fantasy, Erick
They play it out
We big figure rap niggas, from the gate
We been waited on and hated on since '88
Now cross my dogs or cross my
Path and I'ma wet ya
Way down from the Compton town
And I betcha they

Never understood how we did it
(Ha, yeah, ladies and gentlemen)
How we made this music groove your very soul
Soul
(yeah, the bar is now open come on, yeah
It's on me) never understood how we did it
(Come on, yeah, presenting to you)
How we made this music groove your very soul
Soul (AvireX to the Z yeah, listen)

I'm the spin doctor, Phantom of the Opera
If this was '89, I would break you off proper
Cockblocker, dump a few G's in my low-low
Not dough, ho, my nigga Big KAM and Solo
Dolo, most niggas react like a homo
And when they with a crowd
Then they wanna get loud
Wanna act wild and act
Like their criminal file
Is stretching a mile
But really got the heart of a child
Splicing your mind to steal our chickens
Extra points like a field goal kick-in
Like a fucked up DA with
A charge that ain't stickin'
I'm walkin' away a free man
'Cause y'all niggas softer than sand
'Cause we fuckin' a fan in Okinawa, Japan
I fucked your mother
So now I'm the motherfuckin' man
Break fool on the track like
It's supposed to be
And break bread with the real
Niggas close to me ePMD
(Never understood how we did it)
Come on, yeah
DJ Quik in the motherfuckin' house
(How we made this music
Groove your very soul, soul)
Yeah, this dick in your mouth, ha, come on
Yeah (Never understood how we did it)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, huh
Yeah, come on AH-AH, aH-AH
(How we made this music
Groove your very soul, soul)
Yeah, you think it ain't?
(Never understood how we did it)
The West Coast broadcasting live in 1999
All the way bouncing through millennium
(How we made this music
Groove your very soul, soul)
Ha, come on, yeah
Yo, millennium shit, yeah, come on
Yo, millennium shit
(Never understood how we did it)
Yeah, come on, yo, millennium shit, yeah, yo
(How we made this music
Groove your very soul, soul)
DJ motherfuckin' Quik, yeah, yeah, ha, yo, yo
Yeah, Green Eyed Bandit
(Never understood how we did it)
Yeah, bitch niggas can't stand it

Come on, yeah, keep 'em bouncin'
(How we made this music
Groove your very soul, soul)
Yeah, RIP roger Troutman yeah, yeah, come on
(Never understood how we did it)
Ha, yeah, shh, yo
Shh-shh-shh-shh-shh-shh-shh-shh-shh
(How we made this music
Groove your very soul, soul)
Yeah, what, yeah, yeah, ha, yeah
Yeah, it's the real niggas, huh
(Never understood how we did it)
Huh, yeah, bouncin', huh, come on
(How we made this music
Groove your very soul, soul)
Yeah, ha ha ha ha
Never understood how we did it
How we made this music groove your very soul
Soul