Hey!
[vocoder box]
Never understood, how we did it
How we made this music groove your very soul
[Erick Onasis]
Yo I lamp out in the rented E-7 V-12 screamer
The new Benz, seen her?
290 thou`, wow
Somethin your rap budget does not allow
Why you laughin, I don`t see nuttin funny
Pull back two Mac-10`s now it`s a big Mac-20
That is the basics
Quik and I we run the Matrix
Hold your mouth don`t say shit
Walk through any borough
that stretch from here past the tri-borough
Better respect us dog 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 Tupac`s Dear Mama
It can be pitch black and I`ll spot ya
BOOM! Kick in your door like Big Poppa
[vocoder box]
Never
Xzibit
DJ motherfuckin Quik
Erick Sermon
[DJ Quik]
Ay, tell me what you get when your nigga Xzibit
and Quik get down with the E Double?
You get we trouble
E, make the beat bubble
Make the bass all on you shake they break out
to the ground and dig em out of E rubble
Partyin, happy that you shook the whole crib
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
Tryin to take you to a star
Tryin to 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 eighty-eight
Now cross my dogs or cross my path and I`ma wet ya
Way down from the Compton town, and I betcha that
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[Xzibit]
Ha, yeah, ladies and gentleman
Yeah, the bar is now open
C`mon, yeah, it`s on me
C`mon, yeah
Presented to you, 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 lolo
Not dough hoe, my nigga Big Kam and Solo
Dolo, most niggas react like a homo
And when they wit a crowd now they wanna get loud
Wanna act wild and act like your criminal file
is stretchin a mile, but really got the heart of a child
?? steal our tickets
Extra points like a field goal kicker
Like a fucked up D.A. wit a charge that ain`t stickin
I`m walkin away, a free man
Cuz y`all niggas softer than sand
Cuz we fuckin a fan and locin out wit your pan
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
[vocoder box]
C`mon, yeah, DJ Quik in the motherfuckin house
Yeah, this dick in your mouth
Ha, c`mon, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, c`mon
Yeah, you think it ain`t?
The West coast broadcastin live in 1999
All the way bouncin through millenium
Ha, c`mon, yeah
Yo, millenium shit, yeah, c`mon, yo millenium shit
Yeah, c`mon yo, millenium shit
Yeah, yo, DJ motherfuckin Quik
Yeah, yeah, ha, yo, yo
Yeah, Green Eyed Bandit
Yeah, bitch niggas can`t stand it
C`mon, yeah, keep `em bouncin
Yeah, R.I.P. Roger Troutman
Yeah, yeah, c`mon, ha, yeah
Yo.. yeah, what, yeah, yeah
Hah, yeah
Yeah it`s the real niggas
Yeah, bounce wit me, c`mon
Yeah.. hahahaha nigga!
[vocoder box]
Never understood how we did it
how we made this very music groove your soul
