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(Shoot back!) I'm hard, and I'm flossy, and I'm all that
You talk a lot of shit, where yo' bodyguard at?
I got a pocket full of money, where the mall at?
Where the 'quads at? Where the drinks? Where the broads at?
(Shoot back!) Niggas fightin' over bitches? Need to squash that
You shouldn't be disgruntled 'cause you didn't learn to posh that
It's black pussy, and I'm still tryin' to wash that
Rinse it up, lip to butt, right between the center gut
(Shoot back!) Sit in my lap and look at my snaps
Drop a twenty and watch these troublemakers fightin' for scraps
My drawers so clean, my nuts are so powdered
Don't stress me out, just eat your clam chowder
Tryna stick my honeybee into yo' flower
If you like this record, then make the shit louder
(Shoot back!) It's so terrific out on the Pacific
Green plants and dancin' make you feel lifted
I'm DJ Quik, and I'm so fuckin' gifted
That you didn't even feel when the momentum shifted
(Shoot back!) I turned the pocket around
And slowed it all the way down, I'm a musical cop now
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 breasts!
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 got the right to remain-
Either you can ride the big-ass bus (excuse me, miss, I'm pullin' you over)
Go to jail, or go home with us, I need backup! ('Cause your ass is extremely too fat)
You need backup, Quik? I'm the right nigga to get
My picks are thick stallions, I'm slangin' the dick
Still bangin' the bricks, with the 'caine and the six
Remain in the mix, because I'm famous and shit
(Shoot back!) Let the guest in—doors open, my entourage walked in
Let's get some whore 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
(Shoot back!) 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
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 breasts!
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 got the right to remain-
Either you can ride the big-ass bus
Go to jail, or go home with us, I need backup!
Okay, incense cologne, women be attracted
Got the best sex, c'mon, it's somethin' 'bout the action
When they flex wet and bone, a model or an actress
I attach this note before the script gets wrote
(Shoot back!) She see the list, text, you're gone
I tap it, make it happen, stress, there's eggs at home
A captain be reactin' to the sweat as you moan
Hold up, give me a second
I think Quik got somethin' else to say before we end this record
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 shots
The legendary, incendiary resentment for authority figures
From the most vocal of the local niggas
California to death, bringin' Compton to life
Makin' beats that'll snap yo' neck and have you writin' a check
You need to-
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 breasts!
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 got the right to remain-
Either you can ride the big-ass bus
Go to jail, or go home with us, I need backup!