Dj Quik - Safe Sound Lyrics

Dj Quik - Safe Sound Video

~Static~ Quik you're not a gangster we're not ~Static~

 

Some beleive in love and some beleive in friends

But niggaz like me beleive in making ends

Cause even when your bitch wants to trick around

You know the moneys got you safe and sound

 

Now i'm bout to take it back to 84,when I was 14

Kickin back in the trees

Westside if you please

And 436 west spruce was the spot

With me Wayne, Mike, Shot, Nookie, Slug, and Rock,

Donzelly if ya with me than let that shit kick

If your head aint spinning from dippin all them sticks

Cause way back in the day they used love a wet baggie

Screaming HORALE ESE with them laces on a caddy

And you could'nt deny

A hit from that buddah tye

Going round and round the driveway

Now it's coming my way

And i'm zoned out at a young age

And the whole spruce street was my stage

Peep now back then I was in the 8th grade steady

But niggaz my age was getting paid already

Yeah like that nigga Zam or even young Blue

They made they first million by the age of 22

Like Dan from Cedar block him and little Motor

James from Piru street with them boulders

Rest in peace little Noopy he did'nt have to brag

Rollin to the 10 grade in a fint 0 rag

Well Goddamn how can I be down?

I ask my sister Jack for some help and she told me look around.

Nigga they don't sell dope it sells itself

While they kickback and just collect the wealth

And now i'm thinking ain't nothing fly about these dirty ass khakis

T-shirt dingy, prowings tackie

This could be a way to flip that little funky twenty dollars that I earned

Right then is when I learned that

 

(chorus)

Some believe in Jesus

Some believe in Allah

But niggaz like me believe im making dollars

Cause even when yo niggaz wanna be untrue

You know the money's still good to you

 

Yes Yes

 

Some believe in love and some believe in friends

But niggaz like me believe in making ends

Cause even when yo bitch wants to trick around

You know the moneys got you safe and sound

 

Peep I gets a dub on the 1st and 15th for a fact

So instead of spending it up I gave my money to Jack

Now she jump in the regal and said i'll be right back

When she came in she put me down with a plastic sack

I turned my 40 into 80 and that was my profit

I'm keepin my rocks in the house and not in my pocket

Sister Jackie in the kitchen with some boiling water, baking soda,

Fresh powder, baby bottles, making more boulders

Checking a fat grip slanging rocks to tricks

Donzelly dippin sticks went and bought um a 6

And 500 block peach running thangs ya see

Moving gallon after gallon and key after key

I'm telling you I done seen it all

From niggaz hitting the sherman and the passout on the wall

From cluckers wanting a hit so bad they let there panies fall

Teeth rotten hair gone,

And whole checks get blown

But then i'm still breaking these pebbles like bam bam

Saved them, splitting rocks,

To the um tic toc

I went from wearing khakis to Sergio Teccini

While my rocks is disappearing like the great Whodini

I bought a gang of clothes, all of my equiptment

And getting somthing new with each and every shipment

Money gets made and money gets spent

And how these jealous niggaz acting only makes it evident that

 

(chorus)

Some believe in Jesus

Some believe in Allah

But niggaz like me believe im making dollars

Cause even when yo niggaz wanna be untrue

You know the money's still good to you

 

Yes Yes

 

Some believe in love and some believe in friends

But niggaz like me believe in making ends

Cause even when yo bitch wants to trick around

You know the moneys got you safe and sound

 

Check now in 1988 I moved away to L.A.

My niggaz Playa Ham and Gina gave me a place to stay

On my way up from bottom rock

Bitches starting to jock

Cause my hair is getting longer

And games getting stronger

To pull my on weight I went and got me a job

But by then Ham and Gina really started to squab

About weather I should go or stay

She told him either he goes or you go we both was on our way

So he moved and took me with him on 2001 Browning,

Clowning with playas all around me just astounding

My nigga pimpin Carl got staring with that hair an

Rolling up and down the street in that rag 7 with Darren

Shaby blue feathered as he swerved

In the El Co p-6 park away from the curve

Big Jam L.A Mike, Darryl, Nicki on the bike

That nigga Top, Big Shane, and Tweed rolling up the weed

And hoes just come and go in and out

Revolving door leaving with some nut in they mouth

I'm making a living of pimpin so you fools can't trip

Cause even though I love God I also love my grip

 

(chorus)

Some believe in Jesus

Some believe in Allah

But niggaz like me believe im making dollars

Cause even when yo niggaz wanna be untrue

You know the money's still good to you

 

Yes Yes

 

Some believe in love and some believe in friends

But niggaz like me believe in making ends

Cause even when yo bitch wants to trick around

You know the moneys got you safe and sound

 

(talk box)

 

Oooooooooooooo,ooooooooooooooooooo yeah

Safe and sound yeah

Safe and sound baby

Ooooooooooooooo,ooooooooooooooooooo yeah

Safe and sound yeah

Safe and sound

Gotta let you knoooooow

Gotta let you knoooooow

Gotta let you knoooooow

Comptons in the house

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Dj Quik - I Don't Wanna Party Wit U Lyrics

Dj Quik - I Don't Wanna Party Wit U Video

Get back before I get raised, get lower

Do some extreme shit, keep from bein bored

Now it's double up, hoes come a nickel a dozen

They get hot and get fucked and don't remember from buzzin

That's why you don't see me, I ain't at the club

I'm chillin with my homies in the city of hugs

Because they need me more than that hoe (that hoe), the big fat hoe

Tryna' get every ballin nigga in the saddle

Lap dance, fat chance, hot pants, you the man

Now a days you can't tell, watch the crotch, it might swell

You needs a pap smear

You need to know if you got an std,

Some little critters in ya trap dear

Get on, me and my homies is indivisible

And don't floss money, it looks better when it's invisible

We get props from wall street to y'all street

If ya missed it, I stay consistant, we got heat

C-p-t style, o-g me style, the d-j q-u-i-k with no c style

In yo' town, don't trip nigga, it goes down

And when you see me in all blue, you gon' frown

But I'm rigid the ghetto, I'm rigid with rap

Money or respect bitch, I'd rather have the digits than dat

So give me the hats, do you want the meat or the scraps?

Put heat on my naps and i'ma hell look sweet on my lap

'Cause it's the same thang tryna' kill the gang bang

Set examples for the kids, on how to maintain

Never be a lame brain

Y'all ain't gotta feel the same pain

That put a nigga like me on the mainframe

Bow down, back up nigga, I'm hot now

And don't try to resuscitate me when I'm shot down

Just call my homie theo on the radio

And let him know his little homie quiksta had to go

Because 'gangsta, gangsta', that's what they yellin

But niggas do dirt, get caught, and start tellin

Talkin to you g's with no heart

We was throwin and runnin from bullets

Before gangsta rappin was an art

Nigga (nigga), so don't test ya bullet-proof vest

'Cause real niggas do real thangs up under stress

That's from the c-p-t, young g with heart, too

Oh we still party, but now it's part ii

And

 

(hook)

(I don't wanna party wit you)

Hell naw

'Cause bitch you scary

You 20 years old, with 3 kids, 7 tattoos,

You're bald but your legs are hairy

(I don't wanna party wit you)

Hmm, hell naw

You need to put some lotion on

'Cause ya skin is peelin around them bullet wounds on ya back

You're fat plus you're abortion-prone

 

I'd rather be a young exec, than the puppet on the other end

Danglin by a neuce on his neck

They can't handle me, 'Cause I'm where the --- be

And underground nigga on erickston, now there is the family

That i'ma roll wit, take control wit

Have a ball, break bread, and share the store wit

Even though I'm thirsty for money in the worst way

I ain't go cry if I don't go platinum on the first day

Watch me, get my hustle on with the friendly competition

Y'all got papers but I got the latest tradition

A hundred-thousand dollars a truck, is what I crack

And if you ain't got that, keep wishin

And to you bitch-ass niggas in the maze

Comin at a player with --- ways

Keep lickin on that other sound

And stay north of the 105 hip hop heads, 'Cause this is underground

Right by the water, can't do right by ya daughter

But look at all the shit that I done bought her

See lyrics ain't nothin if the beat ain't crackin

And these beats smackin, that's why the g's keep stackin, nigga

 

(hook)

(I don't wanna party wit you)

Hell naw

'Cause nigga you's a scuffla

Your braids is dingy, your clothes ain't got no creases

And your lips look like you sucked a muffler

(I don't wanna party wit you)

Hell naw

'Cause bitch you didn't know me when you was fine as wine and thick

Now you sick from smokin that shit, you're broke and plus you're boney

 

W-e-s-t, c-o-a-s-t, that's where the hydroponic with no seeds be

So don't trip when you see me on the tv, or my cd

And my eyes are really r-e-d

See the --- is free (shh shh shh), pardon me for bein speaky

Switchin on y'all that wanna jeek me

What makes you even try that way?

Yeah I might be fly, but I don't fly that way

Hmm, even on a gallon a sisco I could never go disco

Dude I ain't from frisco

And to these bitches, y'all trippin, we ain't layin wit y'all

Just because we say we wanna fuck, we playin wit y'all

This is entertainment, we tryna' make us some change

We ain't impressed by what you got up under your hanes

Bitch that's yo' trap, and that's yo' sap

Let me spit the cap while she sit in yo' lap

Homie, don't you know me

Jealous-ass niggas wanna flow me (why)

Just because yo' woman wanna blow me

On the strength I give that hoe a tittie-toy

'Cause I'm the only ugly nigga gettin away with bein pretty boy

 

(hook)

(I don't wanna party wit you)

Hmm, hell naw

Now this is how the sporty bounce

We stay away from you broke-ass niggas

Always beggin and ain't got a dime on the 40 oz

(I don't wanna party wit you)

Hmm, hell naw

'Cause hoe you toe-back, with that ol' long ass roll

And ya stockin smellin like avon and that horse want his 'fro back

(I don't wanna party wit you)

Hmm, hell naw

And nigga I can't stand ya

And I ain't got nothin but some advice,

A map, a bar of soap, some water and a towel to hand ya

(I don't wanna party wit you)

Hmm, hell naw

Now i'ma be real wit it

All my fuckin life I ain't never wanted fame

But since the shit done came I gotta deal wit it

(I don't wanna party wit you)

Ya know, but i'ma do it like my homie say

Check it, I don't give a fuck about fame

I'd rather deal with the money, y'all can have the name

I'm out

Yeah

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Dj Quik - Sexuality Lyrics

Dj Quik - Sexuality Video

Ah, this song is for all them bitches out there

That think a nigger really supposed to pay they way through life

You know, like that Scrub shit

It's also dedicated to that chicken head bitch that wrote the lyrics

 

As we proceed, to give you what you need

Gettin down to my beats, as we bring the heat

 

Hook

Make it bounce, bounce, drop it, pop it, on the side

Make it bounce, bounce, grab it, slap it, on the side

 

DJ Quik

This is dedicated to a bad hoe

From you don't recognize? I'ma let chu know

Always DJ Q-U-I-K

Get in my room now and do what I say

Get your ass up out of that chair

Peel them clothes off layer by layer

Article by Article, till I say no

Leavin you over exposed like the (whooo?)

There is sex in the champagne room

Me and my homies gonna run a damn train soon

Foursome goin down, Oh my gosh

Y'all get posh I'll just watch

Talk about the hoes, well I didn't wanna do it

But now I gotta put y'all back into it

Your nothin' meaningful (No)

What you screamin' fo? (hm?)

Really as if you didn't know

 

Chorus:

 

The Sexuality is (You know the trouble I get you in)

The reason you got the kids (They got a whole lotta jokers too)

There's somethin' more that you do

(You know, when you put that little twist on it)

That make the niggas wanna fuck you

 

DJ Quik

You say you need a side job, make an extra knot (Money)

Clubbin at the jet strip horny niggas stop (Funny)

Hop stop it, drop it like it's hot

Get burned then you gotta go in and get a shot

Lookin' for a husband and lickin on your tity

Fuckin' each and every other nigga in the city

How the hell you think your boyfriend gon take it

You hear a fast song, Get up and get naked

Selling you a nice drink while you eat it up

Negotiate with you for a minute then beat it up

Underground laws the rules still apply

Mackin' is an art reserved for the fly

She don't know why you tryin' to harm her (Dumb)

Lookin' for a dick in shinin' armor

Yeah, the same that be saying you with dick on your breath

Bitch either get dropped or get left

 

Chorus:

 

The Sexuality is (You know the way you keep grinding on niggas)

The reason you got the kids (And you bound to have a couple of 'em)

There's somethin' more that you do (You know when you pop that thang)

That make the niggas wanna fuck you (And the girls do to)

 

Hook 3x

 

DJ Quik

Oh with out a doubt she lives to cum

I'ma be mad if she gives you some?

Dude you could have this trashy bitch

Put a down payment on her make me rich

Thank you for helping me to change my mind

You're not my ego, hoe fuck yo' kind

Can't get mad if the bus don't come

I'ma just bail cus I trust no one

Cus everything that come up out your is a lie

You spend a lot of time with your stomach to the sky

Lookin for a nut wit a nut comin' out a nut

Gotta nutty broke nigga sprung with her sorry butt

Bitch, you just been warn

Another Suga Free has just been born

And I bet you couldn't keep your pussy ol' shut

With a pair of grippliers

Bitch you tired

 

Chorus:

 

The Sexuality is (You know when you take yourself out there)

The reason you got the kids (And you bound to have a couple of 'em)

There's somethin' more that you do

(You know when you put it up for sale)

That make the niggas wanna fuck you

(Talk about buy one and get one free)

The Sexuality is (You aint nuttin but a Goddamn ride)

The reason you got the kids (And you look like you rent it often)

There's somethin' more that you do

(Oh your mama need her ass whooped)

That make the niggas wanna fuck you

(Don't sing it though, she's just as bad, ol' tryflin' bitch)

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