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lirik lagu dj quik - get down / down, down, down (live)

[get down]

[verse 1: dj quik]
i’m hard and i’m flossy and i’m all that
you talk a lot of sh~t, where your bodyguard at?
i got a pocket full of money, where the mall at?
where the quads at, where the drinks, where the broads at?
n~ggas fightin over b~tches need to squash that
you should be disgruntled ’cause you didn’t land a posh cat
it’s black p~ssy and i’m still tryin’ to wash that
rinse it up, lip to b~tt, right between the center gut
sit in my lap, and look at my snaps
drop a 20 and watch these troublemakers fightin’ for scr~ps
my drawers so clean, my nuts are so powdered
don’t stress me out, just eat your clam chowder
tryin’ to stick my honeybee into your flower
if you like this rеcord then make the sh~t loudеr
it’s so terrific out on the pacific
green plants and dancin’ make you feel lifted
i’m dj quik and i’m so f~ckin’ gifted
that you didn’t even feel when the momentum shifted
i turned the pocket around and slowed it all the way down
i’m a musical c~ckhound

[chorus: dj quik]
get down on the ground, spread your legs, put your hands behind your back
get up and walk backwards towards me
you under arrest for them big~ass br~~sts
and that ass made me think you had a strap, pick your ass up
get down on your face, spread ’em wide, where your id?
why you tryin’ to lie to me? you’ve got the right to remain
either you can ride the big~ass bus
go to jail or go home with us, i need backup
[verse 2: chingy]
you need backup, quik? i’m the right n~gga to get
my picks a thick stallion, i’m slangin’ the d~ck
still bangin’ the bricks, with the ‘caine and the 6
remain in the mix, because i’m famous and sh~t
let the guest in, doors open, my entourage walked in
let’s get some wh0re scopin’, i’m open for more pokin’
on my wrist is fifty tokens, buy that, chump
sold a show out for a mill’, try that, chump
i’m on the boat still listenin’ to “way 2 fonky”
park that ass right hurr, chick, and make that monkey
talk for me, when ya walk i see
a clear speech come and get it i got some for each
now i’m bumpin’ on the radio and put it on repeat
play it loud in the streets, go out and get yourself a freak
the moral of the story is we hoe~hoppin’ police
know your rights, put these cuffs on, you locked in these sheets

[verse 4: dj quik]
this beat is for your uncle and aunt
it’s old enough to be dope, but young enough to be hot
dedicated to everybody been beat by the cops
just tryin’ to get to the party and pop tequila in shot
the legendary incindiary resentment for authority figures
from the most vocal of the local n~ggas
california to death, bringin’ compton to life
makin’ beats that’ll snap yo’ neck and have you writin’ a check
you need to

[down, down, down]

[chorus: dj quik]
when we come up we gettin’ down down down
step in the club they give us pound pound pound
lookin’ for somethin’ that be nice brown and round
my n~gga…

[verse 1: dj quik]
my name is quik and i be moving fast like a race car
but i’m top seed, number one like the pace car
whether you up on me or you chillin’ way far
you can tell almost immediately that i’m a star
so listen, m~th~f~cka, why you comin’ off hard?
my objective is to catch you off guard
get covert and infiltrate yo’ clique
crack yo’ sh~t and mack yo’ b~tch
now, tell me could you conceive a n~gga all up in her beaver
givin’ her the love fever
for hours at a time before i take a breather
and when she tell me she loves me i don’t believe her
’cause i rock in stereo or mono, i’m hot like gonno~rhea
burnin’ every time you take a pee~uh
so when you see a n~gga out with his girl
then baby, play like you don’t know me and we’ll keep in a twirl
because i go deeper than the deep blue sea
baby, do you really wanna play the flute on me? what?
i’ll give you a sack and take it back, and you’ll die to get it
little punk, ’cause i’m fly with it

[chorus: dj quik]
when we get up we gettin’ down down down
step in the club they give us pound pound pound
lookin’ for somethin’ that be nice brown and round
dj quik and mausberg with a brand new sound
when we get up we gettin’ down down down
step in the club they give us pound pound pound
lookin’ for somethin’ that be nice brown and round
dj quik and mausberg…

[verse 2: dj quik rapping mausberg’s verse]
oh, you didn’t know that i’m the bomb, baby?
we’ll take a toke of this d~i~ and you gon’ be feelin’ fleezie
’cause i be’s mausberg the superior
step into the club, pound pound so you’re feelin’ us
but don’t trip, we keep the vibes right
baby, buy me some remy
and if your baby daddy trippin’ tell him beep me
’cause i be’s blacker than tone and swift up on my toes
g’d up in alligate’s and black steel toes
can i get a pound pound? (pound pound)
if free the flyest, who am i? (you the realest)
look into my eyes and tell me what do you see
are you jockin’ my entourage, dj quik and amg?
well, get your groove on, ’cause i ain’t hatin’ on the homies
when that non~fic drop, you and your sister gon’ be on me
all i wanna do is slide up in and slide back out
slap you on your face and stick it dead in your mouth
you think i’m bullsh~ttin’? well, meet me after my show
bring your lips to that all white stretch limo
so we can ride, slide, dip and glide ~~ booyah!
do that thang ’til the whole clique fly ~~ what!

[chorus: dj quik]
when we come up we gettin’ down down down
step in the club they give us pound pound pound
lookin’ for somethin’ that be nice brown and round
dj quik and suga free with a brand new sound
when we come up we gettin’ down down down
step in the club they give us pound pound pound
lookin’ for somethin’ that be nice brown and round

[verse 3: dj quik rapping suga free’s verse]
it feel good don’t it?
it ain’t no good if it ain’t good enough
to put the proper good on it
peep how i struck up
b~tch, jump in the air, stay there until i tell you come down
and when you do, you shut the f~ck up
she’ll sell a nice dream, but
b~tch, you’ll have better luck tryin’ to find 2pac
than me buying you somethin’ off the ice cream truck
oxygen, you leave ‘lone, leave me ‘lone
before i lock you in that little bitty box again
don’t let up, y’all
just keep her soakin’ wet up
playa playa and tell her when she need to shut up
don’t lighten up, nah n~gga, you better tighten up
throw your head back back back back
lean it to the side (lean it to the side)
hey playas (yeah), tell ’em that we fly (we fly)
ooh, catastrophe
b~tch rather slide down a slide of razor blades
into a pool of pimp p~ss but this ho had the audacity
to ask me for a dollar, even though that’s all i had left
these greedy lying ass hoes’ll fifty cents yo’ ass to death

[outro: dj quik & chingy]
oh, hey, i need this right here
i could use this, i could use this
you know what? you know what?
let’s throw it out, let’s throw it out
do it
throw it out, f~ck it
yes, that’s how we do it, y’all
you know what? i love quik
this my people right here, you understand what i’m sayin’?
this my people
dj quik, a legend, a legend, a legend, a living legend
you know what i’m sayin’?
yeah
this my folks
i’ma take a drink for him
i’ma take a drink for him right now
this my people right here, i love you, man
this my people

[outro dialogue: dj quik]
check this out, this one record, though
this record right here is special to me because
i don’t want to bring his name up
but he was locked up at rikers island in 1994, 1995
on a fake rape case
and he said that when he got the safe ~ sound album
in the winter of 1995
he said that when he listened to that album, it put him on the outs
and if you in jail, that means it gives you a, you know
it lets you know what’s going on outside
he said this album was like his best newspaper for the streets
so i wanna dedicate this song to my n~gga
and i think y’all know who it is but
tell me if y’all like this song
and if you was in jail and this sh~t put you on the outs, too
bang that sh~t

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