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Erick Onasis
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Lyricist:David Blake, Alvin Joiner, Erick Sermon, Larry Troutman, Roger Troutman
Hey, never understood how we did it How we made this music groove your very soul
Yo, I lamp out in the rented E-7 V-12 screamer The new Benz, seen her? 290 thou', wow Something your rap budget does not allow Why you laughing? I don't see nothing 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 smashing crews, it's my rules Step incorrect and get abused I bring the ruck to any cats bringing drama Make 'em feel it like Tupac's, Dear Mama It can be pitch black and I'll spot you Boom, kick in your door like Big Poppa
Never, Xzibit DJ motherfucking Quik Erick Sermon
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
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Partying, 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 sparkling
Trying to take you to a star Trying 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 you Way down from the Compton town and I betcha that
Ha, yeah, ladies and gentleman Yeah, the bar is now open Come on, yeah, it's on me Come on, 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 Cock blocker, 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 with a crowd now they wanna get loud Wanna act wild and act like your criminal file Is stretching a mile but really got the heart of a child [Unverified]steal our tickets, extra points like a field goal kicker Like a fucked up D A with a charge that ain't sticking
I'm walking away a free man 'cos y'all niggas softer than sand 'Cos we fucking a fan and locking out with your pan I fucked your mother, so now I'm the motherfucking man Break fool on the track like it's supposed to be And break bread with the real niggas close to me, EPMD
Come on, yeah, DJ Quik in the motherfucking house Yeah, this dick in your mouth, ha, come on, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, come on, yeah, you think it ain't? The West coast broadcasting live in 1999
All the way bouncing through millennium Ha, come on, yeah Yo, millennium shit, yeah, come on, yo, millennium shit Yeah, come on, yo, millennium shit Yeah, yo, DJ motherfucking Quik
Yeah, yeah, ha, yo, yo Yeah, Green Eyed Bandit Yeah, bitch niggas can't stand it Come on, yeah, keep 'em bouncing Yeah, R.I.P. Roger Troutman
Yeah, yeah, come on, ha, yeah Yo, yeah, what? Yeah, yeah Hah, yeah, yeah, it's the real niggas Yeah, bounce with me, come on Yeah, ha, ha, ha, ha, nigga
Never understood how we did it How we made this very music groove your soul
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