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50 Ways

Why you keep givin me cards I can't keep?

I throw these two back, you throw me two more, they're so cheap

I couldn't get the winning hand that I wanted in my sleep

Cause when the dream get good, I get trampled by sheep

Nightmares, even when I'm walkin in day

I'm havin dreams that I'm runnin but there's smoke in the way

And there's this man in a suit, he take a toke and he say,

"You have a promise that you made and you broke it today"

Now which part of this movie here did I just miss?

Did I really sell my soul to this big red bitch?

I don't think what you got to offer is really enough

For cars s*x and houses, money and stuff

I'd rather be broke and own nothin but piece of mind

and a Benz, and a house, and a nine-deuce-nine

on top, help me out before I sink the boat

There's gotta be more than 50 ways to keep afloat

Cause I feel like I'm suffocatin, I can't breathe

I wanna go, but I'm too afraid to leave

Take me with you Mausie, I know you're seein somethin grand

as you fade away, and you gently release my hand

And it shook my balance, cause you ain't no more alive

You think I'd see you, if I chewed this 45?

Oh I'd be the first person poppin three, droppin me

to the abyss, but I miss, what's stoppin me?

I got the pressures of the WORLD on my little back

My nerves are turnin into jelly and I'm bout to c*ack

You think I'm cheatin on my homies, by holdin back?

No I really protect them all because the truth is wack

Forever bars and forever scars

Bein trapped and dyin young makes forever stars

Tell me why am I so hesitant?

And the way life's goin, looks like when hell comes, I'ma be a resident

Chorus 2X: Wanya Morris

La, la la-la - la, la la-la

La, la la-la - la, la la-la

They tell me Quik, suck it up, I'm supposed to

But me and Mausberg was closer than most knew

It ain't dramatized, and it ain't a fuckin act

when you're traumatized, and it ain't no turnin back

When you're so connected, and it's hard to keep your focus

When you're so affected, and it's hard to love again

When you're so neglected - suck it up, I'm 'posed to

That ain't easy for somebody you're close to, shit

See your homey in a coffin is so wicked and vivid

It's gon' be harder on all of us, cause we gon' relive it

Over and over, drunk or sober, from October to October

I steadily feel like I'm gettin knocked over

And all the money in the world, don't make it better

And a whole bottle of alcohol, don't make it wetter

With a blur and a slur I'm still callin ya name

And on top of this drama you add fame? Wild

But when you start to bubble then your friends they spite you

And if you go to church, then hip-hop won't like you

I feel like a giant on a worldwide stage

but at the same time trapped in a real tight cage

With no way out, I play out, then I come back

Cause there's an unwritten law that says I can't be wack

So I put on my game face, go back to the same place

Only to realize that y'all ain't got the same taste

Even with somethin new, they look at you cold

And without a hot face, consider you old

And leavin me stressed and broken-hearted

How could I be finished with West coast rap? I helped start it!

8 Ball

Pass me the (8 ball) so I can get fucked up
My name is dj quik, so yo, what's up?
Cause I'm the baddest, I feel, gettin ill for real
With a forty of oe, yo, you know the deal
I'm just chillin with a forty in hand
I'm so damn bent, that I can hardly stand
The bottle's in my face, and my lips are all around it
So stand to the side and watch me (down it)
Take it to the head without feeling no guilt
If I was you, I wouldn't fuck with me when I'm on tilt
Cause I'm a funky dope brother who just won't stop
And I like to drink the 8, cause it's good till the last drop
If I can't get it, then I get the discouraged
I gotta get a bottle of that liquid courage
I take a big gulp, and my head starts zoomin
But I'm feeling good as hell, so let the bass keep boomin
I'm dj quik, and the shots I'm callin
But the posse don't mind, cause we all 8-ballin

(8 ball)
(here we go)
(ah yeah)
(take it in a bottle, 40 quart or can)
Gimme the
(8 ball)
(here we go)
(ah yeah)
(drink it like a madman, yes I do)
Pass me the
(8 ball)
(here we go)
(ah yeah)
(40 ounce in my lap, and it's freezin my balls)
(8 ball)
(here we go)
(that vodka I was drinkin said, "dude, go 'head")

Now a forty only cost about $195
So we finna mob 17 to the liquor store
And get a case, fuck a six-pack, what's that?
I don't drink no st ides, so forget that
Now one nigga said that bull got pull
Just drink a quart of oe and your ass'll be full
And if you don't think oe be workin
Then fuck it, bust the irkin and jerkin
Cause I'm a muthafucka that think when I wanna drink
And how can I tell that you're drunk? cause your breath stink
I know you know you need some double-mint
And you can't mack to a bitch when you're too bent
So take it from me, the homie dj quik
You better rush your cooler, cause you might be sick
Cause the 8 is for the true niggas, and the grown-ups
But that don't matter, cause quik got it sowed up
And punk muthafuckas wanna squab and all that
But we can get em up as soon as you pass the
(8 ball)

(8 ball)
(here we go)
(ah yeah)
(take it in a bottle, 40 quart or can)
Gimme the
(8 ball)
(here we go)
(ah yeah)
(bottle was empty, so we went to the store)
Pass me the
(8 ball)
(here we go)
(ah yeah)
(40 ounce in my lap, and it's freezin my balls)
(8 ball)
(here we go)
(that vodka I was drinkin said, "dude, go 'head")
(here's a little somethin bout a nigga like me)
(fuck it up, y'all)
(and here comes the)
(8 ball rollin)
(it'll have you trippin)
(party)
(cause I was drunk)
(ah yeah)

Right about now I'm wonderin who else gone off that 8 ball besides myself
You know all the homies goin off of it
And I know
The la posse's goin off of that (8 ball)
And g wayne goin off of that (8 ball)
And donzelli goin off of that (8 ball)
My homie shot is goin off of that (8 ball)
And playa hamm goin off of that (8 ball)
And shabby blue goin off of that (8 ball)
And mike p goin off of that (8 ball)
And noe is goin off of that (8 ball)
And little shawn goin off of that (8 ball)
And big duck goin off of that (8 ball)
My nigga stinkin off of that (8 ball)
And lou balls goin off of that (8 ball)

Get Loaded

I don't get it

I mean you niggas claim to be riders and thugged out

And super OG and all that old shit

But for real, what would you really rather be doin?

Would you rather be in these streets scrappin and shootin with these niggas

Or somewhere with a blunt in your mouth

Getting ya dick sucked by a bad ass bitch? (Yeah that's me) Hm?

Now Super Socka with Gin and Seagrams and sweet and sour

Sippin, suckin on my sausage gave the stripper some power

Limpin everytime she get lead, you come poppin that shit

Then wimper like a little puppy when your walls get hit

Suckin ya thumb I make ya cum, one by one

Till we both get up the mountain and just pop like guns

Composure, if I keep it past the two-minute mark

I'ma bang till the sun peaks so you in the dark

Cus I'll lick you for 15, make you steamy and cream

Then lick you for 30 more cus I'm a nympho's dream

What the dealy? We stay like peanut butter and jelly

Pull apart when you get silly then just eat on ya belly

Don't go tell him, it was me that had you all in the Cut

Cock in ya twat, tongue in ya ear, thumb in ya butt

Making you nut, my nuts they endorse your chin

I graduated from ya cock and took the course again

Now can we

*Get Loaded* "Get yo ass drunk" "You can buy me a beer"

*Get Loaded* "I'll buy you a beerto help break the ice"

*Get Loaded* "A whole lot of assback in those days" "You bette
r know it"

*Get Loaded* "Get yo ass drunk" "Oh, fuck me good baby"

Well I met this bitch, she hard like a man

5'6, ass thick with a crispy cream tan

Jawbone like no other and quick to get another

Hooker just like her to come stroke y'all bird

She be hummin on your balls, never wear no drawers

Lift her skirt up out in public, pager overflowed with calls

Ditchin outta school to come and kick it with y'all

Givin you braggin rights for the homies when she hand you a bra

But she married now, got a husband and kids

Tryin to settle down, shake all them niggas she did but bitch

Age'll never take the freak out of a freak

You gon still want a different dick 3 Fridays outta week

One day I bumped into her at the car wash

With her kids, titties fell, and her ass was all squashed

Sayin "I go to church and I live with my spouse"

"But follow me and let me drop my kids off at pumpkin's house"

"So we can"

*Get Loaded* "Get yo ass drunk" "Can buy me a beer?"

*Get Loaded* "I'll buy you a beerto help break the ice"

*Get Loaded* "A whole lot of assback in those days" "You bette
r know it"

*Get Loaded* "Get yo ass drunk" "Oh, fuck me good baby"

I took ya from Boone's to Don Pi, free-styles to MTV

Demo tapes to my new CD

I'm still the God to your Vertical Joyride

And will, coat your whole hide with fluoride

When I smack that ass don't forget ya chips

When I slide between ya titties better wet ya lips

I'm the imp the dimp, the ladies pimp

The women fight even though they are dikes

When she grabbed the mic, it felt like she had two tongues

KY'ed the (?) and then stroked the two buns

It was fun and all

But one of my balls was stuck up in the sugar walls

Y'all had to pull and push

Man the fuckin push was pull

Mixed with Belvedere and Red Bull

Shit I took (?) pimp and thought what the fuck?

And tried to stick my other nut up in her butt so she can

*Get Loaded* "Get yo ass drunk" "Can buy me a beer?"

*Get Loaded* "I'll buy you a beerto help break the ice"

*Get Loaded* "A whole lot of assback in those days" "You bette
r know it"

*Get Loaded* "Get yo ass drunk" "Oh, fuck me good baby"

Intro Skit to "Gina Statuatorré" at the end of track

Get Tha Money

Suga Free

Ay check this out Quik

Ay man this shit tripped me out one day man

My Uncle told me man right, I asked him for a dollar right?

He said man - any of them lil' girls at yo' school?

Do they say they love you? Do they say they'll do anything for you?

I said yeah man, all the time - right?

He looked at me dog {*laughing*}

and he said, man some of 'em wasn't playin

Suga Free

Straight from my momma hoe, she said boy you betta tell that bitch to kick

Forget about the dick, get, turn a trick, then yell GERONIMO!

Suga Free, I keep it VI

If lovin the pimpin is wrong Pimpin, I don't wanna be right!

She said her childhood was bad - grind, tellin the pimpin

She got molested by her dad - all she want is attention

Now you want somethin else to feel though? Nigga you mean to tell me

you'd rather settle for apple instead of a peach?

Man a square bitch instead of a real hoe? Huh? What, she cool?

Yeah trick as long as you pay for that cocina you the motherfuckin fool

"Hey Suga Free man, you still the shit!" Ah yeah man

That's cause I c*acks my whip a lil' bit

and fuck 'em real hard without givin 'em no dick

What the hell fo'? Like you really give a fuck about this dick

And if you did get a lil' bit you'll get lazy and let the pussy sell slow

*tchk* Oh brother, nine-one-one's mortician and the other

But fuck her, she came to pay not to stay so get another

"Oh my gosh!" "Lil' bitch" "Make the money hoe!"

"On!" "Ugly-ass bitch!" "Yes honey,

you sho' take me to work in style!"

"Oh my gosh!" "Lil' bitch" "Make the money hoe!"

"On!" "Tell me some of that old lies of yours,

and make me stop thinkin about the truth!"

Suga Free

Here I go! Yo!

Shit they finally let the pimpin out the pen, HERE I GO!

Bitch what you mean wait? Yo

Now didn't waitin make the motherfuckin bread break?

And didn't fuckin that bitch make you predictable?

And when you woke up in the mornin, wasn't you still broke?

She loves her pimp, stays dapper for him

If she got any dreams, you want them too

Take her to the county, fill out that CH-7 form

Nigga I ain't the motherfuckin sucker

I pop my collar everytime (?) wholeness

Rippin the linin up out that motherfucker!

Bitch-ass niggaz hatin sayin, "I don't see how he do it"

That's cause they scared of the rules

Lookin for naps and no backbone to put into it

If I hang around NINE, MO', MOTHERFUCKERS, JUST, LIKE, YOU

I WOULD BE THE TENTH!

"Why don't you straighten up and get a job?"

"Oh my gosh!" "Lil' bitch" "Make the money hoe!"

"On!" "Ugly-ass bitch!" "Yes honey,

you sho' take me to work in style!"

"Oh my gosh!" "Lil' bitch" "Make the money hoe!"

"On!" "Tell me some of that old lies of yours,

and make me stop thinkin about the truth!"

Hand In Hand

Ha ha yeah check it out money & pussy make the world go 'round
(that's right) that's how it's been since the beginning of time

Now who says we can't be fly?
Who say compton niggas can't get they scrilla
At the same time get some thigh
Well uh that's the subject of my conversation
Cause ain't nothin' like gettin' a dollar & some penetration
Now that's a whole lot easier to understand now a days
But uh some of you playas still be going out sideways
So umm just take this game with a tic tac
Cause if you was on skid row you can get
Pussy faster than a big mac
I owe it to myself to be fly that's what top dog taught a boy
Cause instead of mounds these bitches always want almond joy
Because uhh "sometimes they feel like a nut"
But they rather have it more often than they don't
So I won't go flippin' & makin' it topsy turvy
Now keep my hundred dollar bills crisp & that ass curvy
Cause ain't nuthin' on my mind but to be fly through time
Havin' a nest egg bird behind an estate that's mine
Watchin' jordan go for forty in a sucker tub
Eatin' cheetos drinkin' mo' & getting a back scrub
Because first you get the power then you get the money
Then you get the pussy dude don't be no dummy uhh

Chorus el debarge:
Playas get they paper when they game is tight
And if you want some nana that's for you to decide
But as long as you ain't simpin' then ya doin' it right
'cause together they go hand in hand oh yeah
(repeat)

D:
She wanna make me break code but I can't
I wanna fire it up & hit it pass it like dank
Baby all in my square big buddha long hair
Fly chinese & black for a mack plus player
D baby i'ma get ya hot wanna get ya full blown
So we all can hit the spot (now you gotta shake the spot)
Got game by the tons lookin' for some 2nd ii none
Kinda fun but these hookers on the run for cover
They lookin' for lovers ain't no trickin' young d
'cause I'm unlike the others not a buster
I'm on the mission for figures time up for you diggers
(now who got the henn'? ) pass the liquor
Hoes hear the name it get's 'em hotter
Spin a scraggler on a wheel now they call me d the potter
Lotta hatin' going on but I ain't with it
I'ma mash on that drama everytime that I feel it
'cause I'd rather have a major end than have s*x
And when I have a million to splurge you know what's next
But first you get the power then you get the money
Then you get the pussy fool don't be no dummy

Chorus

Bridge
El debarge talking:
Yeah first comes the power then the money heh
And if you really just want it the
Na na na na la di da na na na la di da

I understand that you think you grown
Independant on ya own with ya jazzy ways
My intent is ya lay but first I'm out to get paid not played
Can't be yo' incredible edible egg
I don't c*ack nor split my yolk with the female folk
Now baby break yourself get broke you can choke
Off this young black better than mary jane
In ya brain I'm guaranteed to have ya thinkin' & feelin' thangs
Like yourself now uhh watch ya health if ya feel like plottin'
Ya body turns rotten from the inside out that pussy's turned out
Getting hit by a sucker a 2 minute brother
Who's first 10 seconds is thinkin' he came up
That next full minute suckin ya drama up
50 seconds to go see half of that is the show
Now where the other half you can't laugh
'cause you know it's straight simpin' & whinin'
'stead of pimpin' & grindin' kk'll let you know
So pay attention bro
See first you get the power then you get the money
Then you get the pussy don't be the dummy though

Heres What They Think Of You

this is what they think of you (here's what they think about you) think about yo
u (this is what they think about you) think about you (here's what they think ab
out you) this is what they think of you

they say you suckas ain't got no hustle, no drive, if its west than you came to
settle no jive, yo b, yo god, yo son, yall ain't real, yo money, ya'll cats be f
rontin', what the deal, its a conspiracy made by the rest no doubt, its like the
game is designed to keep the left coast out, so how about instead of doing 106t
h and park we do 108th and crenshaw after dark

seen a nigga smile so i turned and asked, why your mouth got so much plaque, thi
nking you the shit all young and sporty, cant wait to see your grill when you tu
rn 40, im a s*x symbol and you cant pronunciate, but 2pac passed so they sing it
anyway, stretching pintos yah, you flossing poorly, you need to pump yo brakes,
yeah slow down whodi

this is what they think of you, think about you, think about you, this is what t
hey think of you, think about you, think about you, this is what they think of y
ou

yeah they say ya'll smoke cigar shake, that's the craze, cut open a blunt lick i
t back and blaze, over hurr, over thurr, that's the catch phrase, skip the bathw
ater, ya'll be dirty for days, brown weed, gold teeth, hit the floor now, robitu
ssin all in your cup got you slowed now, let the streets tell it nigga word of m
outh, 'cause ain't nobody catching no colds down south

where u from nigga yup had to beef, acting all mad, mad dogging me, yeah i know
you got the bombest weed and palm trees but you should of cut that fuckin' curl
in eighty three, when girls come around you don't even flirt, busy throwing up r
ags fuckin' up my concert, why we be busy making paper chasing cheese, you still
set trippin' off them b's and c's

there ain't shit you wont do for a record deal, why we be making moves, you be k
eeping it real, why we comparing bank rolls, you comparing skills, one more thin
g man back wood skill, you wanna be famous nigga, sound like us, gotta copy the
west to go platinum plus, when i come through the east and hang homie i swang, i
leave my radio 'cause ya'll don't play us out there

what the hell ya'll hating for, cant a young player make money anymore, without
having to be from the south or east shore, this the gangland bangin' is paying a
g more, nate dogg he done busted your girls bubble, compton and long beach toge
ther now you know you in trouble, taking death chances bangin' to show that we t
rue but still

this is what they think of you, think about you, think about you, this is what t
hey think of you, think about you, think about you, this is what they think of y
ou, think about you, think about you, this is what they think of you, think abou
t you, think about you, this is what they think of you

I Useta Know Her

Yeah something new, something different

Yeah bitch you know who I'm talkin' 'bout

I'mma tell the whole world about yo ass

I useta know her, I useta know her

Way back in 1991, I useta know her

I useta know her, I useta know her

Way back in 1991, I useta know her

Well 1991 I was rockin' my Jerri Curl, just a young gun

Lookin' for the bitches that have a lot of fun

Just dropped a hit record now I'm under the sun

Winter time night fall cold as hell

Standin' out side of the gold entail

Hella hoes mobbin' in pushin' gettin' through

Tiger striped cat suit lookin' at me to

I asked her whats your title and she said it was V

Vanessa you impress a nigga cant you see

What you doin' later can I kick it with you?

She said it all depends on what you wanna do

Took me me to her buddy walked in the room

Buzzin' off the kamikaze that I consumed

Talk, kiss, grind tyrin' to get get my balls off first

She said nigga can you take my drawls of first

I was young I admit it

She told me I was horny and wild but still let me hit it

Hot bare back until I felt that quake

She told me shoot that milk shake, shoot that milk shake

Goddamn I don't wanna get sprung

Take it out the pussy bust a nut on her tummy

Ran home to tell my nigga top

About this cock that just wouldn't stop yeah

I told him she was green eyed light skinned and fly

He said he met a bitch like that last July

A car pulled up and it was her no doubt

I told him thats who I'm talkin' bout

He said thats who I'm talkin' bout damn

I useta know her, I useta know her

Way back in 1991, I useta know her

I useta know her, I useta know her

Way back in 1991, I useta know her

Now here's the plan in the home of the one night stand

Rolled up in a stretch pussy to catch

Plus now I'm sittin' the VIP and hoes wanna suck on the DIC

Okay heres the play give me OJ and Tanqueray

Have you had you dick today is what I'm thinkin'

But I've been drinkin' I see you peepin' me out

And its freakin' me out

'Cause she fine than a motherfucker bout 5'8

135 and I just can't wait, to hit the backside and get the top love

Buck naked in the hot tub 'cause she knew who I was

And what I am and what I is, the fliest nigga in the rap biz

And there playin' my song so a nigga gotta go and uh

Put a hoe in the limo

She was askin' me question after question

Until she seen my life size erection

I bent her over prepared to do my duty

And seen my nigga Quik's name on her booty

I useta know her, we useta know her

Way back in 1991, I useta know her

I useta know her, we all useta know her

Way back in 1991, I useta know her

Were running out of BB's

Now who gon' do the honors

I hit the liquor next to benihana's

But on my way I met bitch as square as a box

With a big ass booty and some Goldie locks

And I ain't gotta do much talkin' she wet

Because she seen me movin' a 97 beret

The good thing is I never seen her around

So I took her to my spot to get down

Now AMG what you think about the bitch

She dance in the jet strip

Shakin' the cock, 20 dollars a pop

A nick name baby girl, useta have a jerry curl

Now she got braids, ex-nigga paid

She useta roll a Lexo now she got a pathfinder

Re drum if you get behind her

'Cause my nigga told me she had the heebie geebies

Give her drank and dank she'll give a nigga freebies

I useta know her, we useta know her

Way back in 1991, we useta know her

I useta know her, we all useta know her

Way back in 1991, we useta know her

We useta know her

I useta know her

It's Like Everyday

Yeah, ain't nothin' changed, y'all niggas still obvious
Yeah, it's for real though hmph
Rapping:
Now we don't wanna talk about all the people I'm supportin'
That's more important to a nigga than them diamonds you sportin'
Ain't a sell-out or a bail-out although life is a bitch
And I'm beginning to think that they don't wanna see quik rich
Cause I'm gon' gather up my homiez & put something in they bellies
Ride around the town bumpin' that cd from rkelly
Gettin' at them ghetto queens if you know what I mean
'cause it ain't nothin' like some lovin' dipped in afro sheen
Break it down with two gates in that burgundy eight
'cause real riders don't three wheel they just drown on the skate
Send a care package to my homiez up in natches
And shoot a kite 'bout how these suckas keep my benz up in scratches
It ain't no puzzle that's to be expected
Sometimes I think they only come around it just to see if I wrecked it
I feel like hittin' the 101 leavin' town on a bike
On my way up to the bay to clear my mind cause it's like

Everyday is a scuffle
Turnin' them corners to get my hustle
Every single dollar is a struggle
That's how it is comin' up in the ghetto

Now I don' been through it all pushin' work on the boulevard
Runnin' from the 5-0 in somebody else car
Ghetto dreams so it seems to be easy
Think about my life & I get queasy
Pumpin' the pimp knowin' it ain't helpin' me
But the ghetto got me trapped thinkin' this is how it's s'posed to be
A cold thang when you knowin' yo' gang ain't got yo' back
But you still put yo' life on the line for no snaps

This ghetto world is one big battlefield
That's why we get rich and move to them hills
Everywhere we go the haters tag along
But don't let that stop you get yo' hustle on

But dog you gotta do yo' thang get yo' grind on
Eliminate the fake & keep yo' game strong
Don't let the streets be yo' downfall
Keep it real with yo'self & you gon' rise 'til you ball dog

It's gettin' down to ground level but tryin' to keep time
'cause my hustle & my tustle is my beats & my rhymes
And I'm lovin' this collabo' 'cause rock land is saucy
And quik is trying to get versace staying flossy wit mausy
But the

drama don't stop but you can make it better
Don't point your finger at the next man get yo' cheddar
Lifestyles of a thug ebonic definition dog nothin' but love
But we gon' ride to 'til we can't ride no mo'
Pop a bottle a pair of d's and let the wind blow
When you get it appreciate it 'cause those who ain't got it gon' hate
Every dime is a struggle so i'ma suffer everyday

Now my conscience got me wonderin' do I be in the flow
And this sucka's got me wonderin' if he friend or foe
Now do I sin to grow, knowin' there's consequences
And I'm tired of gettin' bent 'cause it's dullin' my senses

Itz Your Fantasy

Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby

Who taught you how to do this shit?

Yeah, you bad than a motherfucker

Tell me, why are you so curious

And why you keep on starin'

At the motherfuckin' zipper on these jeans

That I'm wearin' cause baby what's in there

Is beyond your wildest dreams

And although it seems that I'm on the nigga hoe team

Girl, listen, listen, Mary don't you weep

I don't come cheap and I'm not just no nigga off the street

I'm a certified specialized pro

Who's got a lot of soul when you're swingin'

Off the end of my pole

But the matter at hand is the size

And how it makes ya act

When you get it up and in between your thighs

You could squirm and squeal and try to make a deal

That'll keep me on your jock

For whenever you get that feelin' for the real

And when it gets swollen

You think you'll be controllin' me

Because I put the pole in your hole, see

But however it's done, it's 68 and I owe you 1

I'm doin' it for the thrill of it

So tell me can you feel it?

Itz your fantasy baby, tell me if you feel it

You know you wanna feel it

Itz your fantasy, sing it if you feel it

Okay, let's find a place, somethin' out of dodge

Like the Quality Inn or the Travelodge

Since I'm goin' out of my way

Baby you pay for the spot

See it's only right since you gettin' the cock

Now tell me who's gonna get the rubbers?

First things first, yes I like a bitch

Who carries Lifestyles in her purse

So since you know the play

Close the curtains all the way

And get ready for a toss and some rib sauce

With a little weed I could do a good deed

And as long as you ain't bleedin'

I can give you what you need

But I got a little ritual before we make love

You gotta dish-a-dish-a-scrub

Wash-a-wash-a-wash-a-rinse in the bathtub

Hennessy and apple juice to sip on

Get a little buzzed and we can get our dig on

So don't trip cause when you

Takin' off your clothes to reveal it

I'ma make you feel it

Sing it if ya feel it, itz your fantasy baby

Touch me if ya feel it, I need to know if you feel it

Can you feel it baby?

Now put it where you want it, get in where you fit in

Cause when it comes to hittin' it, splittin' it

I ain't bullshittin'

See, you look so good you make me wanna go bare back on ya

But I ain't hittin' unless I use the whole pack on ya

Bitch didn't ya know I have more stamina than a horse?

So don't trip just let the Hen take it's course

Yeah right now your frontin'

Shy, actin' like you nervous, naw, turnaround, lay down

And let me pound on your cervix

Yeah, it's the Log Ride, like at Magic Mountain

Take it out your mouth and shoot it like a fountain

Pull and watch it explode

Let me change my tire and I'm right back on the road

Now is this more than you expected?

You let me drive that coochie and I wrecked it

So even though I'll never get another chance to kill it

It's cool just as long as I made you feel it

Itz your fantasy, tell me if you feel it

You know you love it, sing it if you feel it

You make me feel it, I know you feel it

You know you feel it, tell me if you feel it

Sing it if you feel it

Yeah, you feel it, I love to make you feel it

Oohh, you feel it

Jus Lyke Compton

Finally out the motherfuckin' C P T

Off to other cities and shit, no longer just an underground hit

Moving thangs, a local nigga made good

And made a name off of making tapes for niggaz in the hood

And now, let me tell a little story

About the places that I been to and the shit that I been through

Like fightin' and shootouts and bangin' and shit

All because a nigga made a hit, check it

Nineteen ninety one, it was double or nothin' that a nigga would hit

Then we broke out with the fonky shit

About bitches and niggaz and gettin' drunken off that bud

I was doing the shit they hadn't heard of

But foolish was I to think that it wasn't no other cities like this

And that they didn't like this

That Compton was the home of a foot in yo ass, where you got blast

And now that's just a thing of the past

Let me tell ya why firsthand, we did a show up in Oakland

And niggaz was kickin' up sand, to them bangin' ain't nothin' new

And slangin' ain't nothin' new

And for every nigga we done shot they done shot two

Straight through and on since the sixties before I was born

Families of young niggaz mourn

So I'm just letting you know

That if ya plan to take a trip to the bay keep your hand on the clip

Because Oakland

(It's jus lyke Compton)

Yeah, I'm telling y'all Oakland

(It's jus lyke Compton for y'all)

Moving on to St Louis, where the country is fucked

With gold teeth ain't hey mouth, but they still know what's up

Where it's hot as a motherfucker, hot enough to make ya cuss

That's why I kept my ass on the bus

But later on, when it cooled off we came down

And met a couple of friends, who put us up on the St Louis cap

The Smith Center, with Big Bob, Little Steve, Tojo, Biss and Rich

And a couple of bitches

Then they took us to a man named Gus in a store

He put me down with a herringbone and shoes galore

That's when I started thinking that this wasn't like home

But then they had to prove me wrong

'Cuz later that night after we did the show

We went back to the after set, and wouldn't ya know

Yeah, Bloods and Crips start scrapping and shootin' in Missouri?

Damn, how could this happen?

Now St Louis

(It's jus lyke Compton)

Yeah y'all, St Louis

(It's jus lyke Compton for y'all)

I don't think they know, they too crazy for their own good

They need to stop watchin' that Colors and Boyz in the Hood

Too busy claiming Sixties, tryin' to be raw

And never ever seen the Shaw

But now, back to the story that I'm tellin'

We packed up the tour bus one more time and started bailin'

When we arrived I saw red and blue sweat suits

When I'm thinkin' 'bout horse donkey and cowboy boots

I guess Texas ain't no different from the rest

And San Antonio, was just waitin' to put us to the deneme

And before it was over the shit got deep

A nigga got shot in the face, and was dead in the street

Then they came in the club thinkin' of scrappin'

Little did they know that we was packin'

Yeah, we was puttin' 'em down and squaring the rest, shit

I even had to wear the bulletproof vest

Now San Antonio

(It's jus lyke Compton)

Yeah, San Antonio

(It's jus lyke Compton for y'all)

After a month on the road

We came home and I can safely say

That LA is a much better place to stay

How could a bunch of niggaz in a town like this

Have such a big influence on niggaz so far away?

But still my story ain't over 'cuz I got one more to tell

And the people of Colorado, they know it well

It was all in the news and if you don't remember

I had this show I did in Denver

With a punk ass promoter in a bunk ass skating rink

Bitches was loving it, but niggaz was shovin' and shit

To the front of the stage to throw their gang signs

But I'm getting paid so I didn't pay it no mind

Then I poured out my brew onto their face and chest

Then they start throwin' soda, and fuckin' up my guests

When it was over two niggaz needed stitches

Got c*acked in they jaw for being punk ass bitches

Now Denver

(It's jus lyke Compton)

Yeah y'all, Denver

(They wanna be like Compton, bitch)

And ya know that Oakland

(It's jus lyke Compton)

Yeah y'all, St Louis

(It's jus lyke Compton)

Uh-huh, San Antonio

(It's jus lyke Compton)

Yeah, and Denver

(They wanna be like Compton, punk ass niggaz)

I thought ya knew

(Yeah)

Keep Tha 'p' In It

[b]Ay, ay

Ay man, what is it man?

Who own the record man?

Man, who the hell are you man?

Walkin' up on me man, lookin' like you so broke, man

If it cost three cents to shit, you'd have to throw up

You know who own the record

Man, why don't you sit your ignorant ass down, man and listen

So is it my turn again? Yeah, nigga it's yours

Oh, I done kick a funky verse for the P-funk? Of course

Well, count down nigga to end for these fakers

Bet we hit this time and we fade no takers

Who thought the funk was despondent out the Westside

Not be along for the ride but it's only for the trees

That's right, so peep the shot

And if I get it hot, baby, I'ma rock the twat

'Cus ain't no party like a party in the Penthouse suite

And you know how we do it, baby, yo Tree

So if the mack of the smack brings fear

To them perpetrators right, when they was cowards right from the very start

Pretendin' theys the ones that true

But pimp who is they foolin'? Not me or you

Fools confused, thinkin' we's on a decline

'Cus we kicks the P's and tell 'em about the funk this time

Nothing has changed

(Nothing has)

Got to have the funk

Nothing has changed

(Nothing has)

Got to have the funk

Nothing has changed

(Nothing has)

Got to have the funk

Nothing has changed

(Nothing has)

Got to have the funk

Comin' at that ass again, it don't stop

Bust a lean in yo 64 shift, take a hop to the top

Where the hustlas hang out

Endo remains to sprout, [Incomprehensible] knows what I'm talking about

And gets host from my block to your neighborhood

Tell 'em Quik, when you know it's back to no good

I wish you would 'cus I'm true to this gangsta shit

Now take a Tic Tac and bust 'em like a hoe in the hood, bitch

Took my endz ho

They say it's never enough you know

I gots to have mo' but I'ma shake the spot infact

I just jacked his trick and his fo' so I can c*ack-a-lack

And straight P-funk anytime

It's only right you peeped the rhyme, I got to take mine

Check yo ass with the shit that stank

'Cus 2-Tone came to the game, ain't a damn thang changed

Nothing has changed

(Nothing has)

Got to have the funk

Nothing has changed

(Nothing has)

Got to have the funk

Nothing has changed

(Nothing has)

Got to have the funk

Nothing has changed

(Nothing has)

Got to have the funk

It's the 1 to the 9 with the 9 to the 4

When I thought you knew the drill but you still don't hear me though

Kam and Watts up, from The Grass Roots

No daisy duke shit, knockin' crazy ass boots

Nigga please, we kick it like G'z

Puttin' down work when I lurk don't even sneeze, fuck the Goldies

That's just the Eastside way of getting chips

When your raise up chillin' with the dogs and the rips

New cars get tagged, ridas get wrecked

Niggas caps get peeled back and chins get checked

Don't expect no love, boy, no apology

Kids ain't fallin' for yo child psychology

In 9 and 4, mindin' yo business is the best bitch

Screamin', '€œWatts riot'€*********, we ain't even made a mess yet

Ya shouldn't speak with a weak heart

You got to finish everything you start

And ain't a damn thang changed

Nothing has changed

(Nothing has)

Got to have the funk

Nothing has changed

(Nothing has)

Got to have the funk

Nothing has changed

(Nothing has)

Got to have the funk

Nothing has changed

(Nothing has)

Got to have the funk

Now niggas transform like deceptive cons

We'll slice your ass up like Jeffrey Don

Quik drop bombs on the P-funk tip

Even though a nigga rap, you'll still get that ass whipped

Please don't slip, ain't a damn than changed

Numb yo ass up like some nova cane

Have you all fucked up like you smoked some loot

Hi-C still sippin' pussy like soup

We got Kam, Hamm, New D and Quik

And me myself, Mista Big Dick

No I might not know which bitch that I want

But I know on thing, I got to have the funk

From ya speaker and not from ya ass

'Cus some of y'all bitches just won't take baths

Hand picked niggas, just can't me tang

'Cus we true to the game and ain't a damn thang changed

Nothing has changed

(Nothing has)

Got to have the funk

Nothing has changed

(Nothing has)

Got to have the funk

Nothing has changed

(Nothing has)

Got to have the funk

Nothing has changed

(Nothing has)

Got to have the funk

Can ya tell me? Who that nigga flipped?

Goddamn muthafucka, it's the Gangsta D

Kickin' shit for these niggas and all these bad necks

'Cus I got the dope shit for each and every set, next

Up on line, it's that black ass K

I could never switch it for ya 'cus I'm still the same way

Me and D can flip the shit, kick down a funky flow

We represent the P-Funk, you know what it stand for

Now back up in yo ass again, it's mista Quik and I clown

I got the shit that shake 'em down

Break 'em down, take 'em down and now that I'm

Chillin' with niggas mista 2-Tone, 2nd II None

Playa Hamm and Kam well, goddamn

Doin' it like we do it, ain't nuttin' but trues to it

Rollin' with the funky 'P', I thought you knew it

'Cus it's nothin' but the best for the trues from the West Side

'Cus ain't nuttin' changed and you know that's right

Yeah, this is General Jeff, bringin' up the rear

Lettin' ya know we representin'

With a all-start line up for that ass, peep this out

We got Quik, 2nd II None, Hi-C, Playa Hamm

2-Tone and that nigga Kam

If that don't move your ass, I don't know what will

But no matter what, you gots to keep the P in it

That's mandatory, baby 'cus ain't nuttin' changed