Dollaz + Sense歌词-DJ Quik

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Dollaz + Sense - DJ Quik

Written by：David Blake

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Now let's get down to business

Cause it seems like y'all just keep on tryin' to diss this

That you know that's been down for years

I've clowned for years

And y'all could never fade my peers

One two three four five six seven

Nine ten Eiht you can't win

Cause all the way around I get respect

And youse a that can't even get no props in your set

Tragniew Park you say huh

Wanna be rippin' but now it's time to do some set trippin'

So listen close cause I don't want y'all to miss

That I'm 'bout to break it down for this check it

Acacia Poplar Maple Spruce Cedar Elm

Westside trees sprayin' all the fleas

That's from the three and four hundred block p-funk riders

So watch yo' a** at that center divider gun blast

Now Aaron Tyler tell my why you seem so tame

When I caught you at the airport shakin' like a crap game

You looked up and you seen my comin'

And you looked like your a** was 'bout to start runnin'

But all I wanted to do was kick a little coversation yo whatup

And see if we can fix this little situation

But would I you up was what you wondered

Yeah that's probably why you changed

Your little pager number punk a**

But like you don't grow

You can't even look me in my eye

Let alone go toe to toe

And callin' me skinny youse a clown

I'ma call you Theo

Cause you weigh ninety-two point three pounds

Wack a** actor movie script killer

Fool don't you know

Quik is still the

Compton psycho boy you oughta quit

Your records don't hit and don't jock your

You need to stay down you Compton clown

And get off of the nuts of the with guts

Because I'm down with the Trees

I'm down with Death Row

I'm down with Black Tone and I'm down with the fo'

So when we cross paths and I hope that's soon

I'ma boot your a** to the moon

You need to quit bangin under false pretense

Cause if don't make dollars it don't make sense

If it don't make dollars it don't make sense

So don't kill game let the pimpin commence

If it don't make dollars it don't make sense

So don't kill game let the people commence

If it don't make dollars it don't make sense

So don't kill game let the pimpin commence

If it don't make dollars it don't make sense

Because you gotta give it up to the crown prince

Now I'ma swing it to the right and

Right into the left hand

Take a deep breath and cook it like a chef and

This is dedicated to the c-p-t

No better yet T-T-P or the that look up to me

I make it my business to be that true forever

And whenever I can come clever well that's my endeavor

So whether or not you understand

That there's only one dj q-u-i-k

With no c still you can't be me

Because I'm floatin' in my Lex and depositin fat checks and

Gettin mad sex while I floss the nsx and

Doin' what I wanna and youse a goner

For thinkin' that you can catch me slippin' on a street corner

Remember Compton's in the house and Quik is in the hood

Sippin yak with all my cause it's tooted good

So don't knock it till you try it

Cause Eiht he tried to knock it

But he's still walkin' round with my nuts in his pocket beyotch

So put tha P in it represent and sip that Miller

And for those of y'all concerned

This is still Eiht Killa

Let me take a load off my scrotum little pest

If it don't make dollers you know the rest

If it don't make dollars it don't make sense

So don't kill game let the pimpin commence

If it don't make dollars it don't make sense

So don't kill game let the people commence

If it don't make dollars it don't make sense

So don't kill game let the pimpin commence

If it don't make dollars it don't make sense

Because you gotta give it up to the crown prince

Now I done sold my soul to the sh*t that I kick

While you groupie a** keep on ridin' the dick

You oughta know that DJ Quik ain't your average everyday

Slick like a snake cause I stuck ya

Now I never had my dick sucked by a man befo'

But you gon be the first you little trick a** hoe

Then you can tell me just how it taste

But before I nut I shoot some piss in your face

You coward tremblin' like a nervous wreck

Cause when I caught your a** you put yourself in check

And when you left my presence you left expedient

You ain't no killer youse a comedian beyotch

Tell me why you act so scary

Givin' your set a bad name wit your misspelled name

E-I-H-T now should I continue

Yeah you left out the G cause the G ain't in you

Remember that time you was rollin' on the Westside

And a little brown bucket pulled up on your side

Caught at that light in your Camry in the midst of a

Real killer tell me did you feel a little nervous

You was in the shadow of death

With two trey-five-sevens pointed at your chest hmm

Whatchu gon do where was your that kill at

You ain't got no killers so kill dat

Holdin' up your hands and beggin' for a pass

You lucky they didn't just to get to dumpin' on yo' a**

Cause this game you think is funny is some real

So you need to be more careful who you wit beyotch

If it don't make dollars it don't make sense

So don't kill game let the pimpin commence

If it don't make dollars it don't make sense

So don't kill game let the people commence

If it don't make dollars it don't make sense

So don't kill game let the pimpin commence

If it don't make dollars it don't make sense

Because you gotta give it up to the crown prince

Shouts goes out to my well known road dog

What's up Dozun Tru they don't understand it baby

They can't fade us out here on these compton streets beyotch

It's bigger than they can imagine

To the whole entire Death Row family

Both sides whassup

And my big Suge known for keepin' poppin'

To my Big J my little Hi-C little straight G

And that little singin' Danny Boy

Y'all don't understand y'all can't fade this

I'm the first that was bangin' on Wax

Yeah if you remember nineteen eighty-seven underground tapes

And it don't stop and it won't stop