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All credit goes to DJ Quik and Sony DJ Quik Album: Rhythm-al-ismYea I rough voco, for my locos. My nigga hi-c, 2nd ii none, amg And the q-u the new You knew I (? ) to any particular groove I came ok now Check it if you want to but it's all in vein Because me game is stil the same Perfection! Fill me as I fill you in I never rode a pony but I'm genuine So give me just a little bit of nicotine And a sticky greeen And I'm a hit it with the icky cream Booyah I hit her on the neck with a whip And made the hooker jump without a safety net Hit the ground break her back Get up and do it again because she can really take a shot on the chin Caffeine cappucino chase it with some no-doz Up all night like the moon glows Searching for new hoes They really want to follow my lead Indeed and give a nigga just what I need Chorus: When I'm on speed I'm faster then most And I can rock a party from coast to coast The q-u-i-k is the name I spell 124 beats per minute I rock well Because I'm tight to the second power When I hit the liquor And I don't serve emcees I'm serve dickas Bang bang boogie When I hit a shot of loogie And the booger try to put it on me But I get that moves to show her I flaunt it like noah I strut backside like a boa Constrictor when I dicked her down Game feel just like a circus clown when I work this Jack of all trades Master to few Test these test these 1, 2 Gettin down with my nigga am to the g in the pm Hookers wanna see him Big cat callin Superfat ballin Indeed Give us what we need When I'm on speed Chorus 4x Faster then the concord On board Call me the pilot Baby better let me know she's excited In the testerosa Sipppin memosas Girls want me to sign posters International with the steelo Got hookers from cancoun to reo Fire (? ignite it? ) But we don't even try it You can't but it Got freaks have to hide it Hit the weed up Then turn the speed up The booty from the backs the only way I eat up Quicker than jackie chan I search off the goochi like a rubber band You want to be more than the average man But the hoe needs more a job in a man And a retirement plan So baby don't cry the blues Cause I know a gang of hoes in your shoes Chorus 4x La da la da da da ('till fade)