Dollaz + 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 niggaz 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 Quik

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 you's a goner, nigga

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 niggaz '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

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 dollars nigga, 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 fuckin' soul to the shit that I kick

While you groupie ass niggaz keep on ridin' the dick

You oughta know that DJ Quik ain't your average

Everyday motherfucker, 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 ass hoe

Then you can tell me just how it taste

But before I nut I shoot some piss in your face

You fuckin' coward, tremblin' like a nervous wreck

'Cause when I caught your ass, you put yourself in check

And when you left my presence, you left expedient

You ain't no fuckin' 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 West side

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 whatchu gon' do, where was your

Niggaz, 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' ass

'Cause this game you think is funny is some real shit

So you need to be more careful who you fuckin' 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

I'm through playin' with your punk ass

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

It's bigger than they can imagine to the whole entire

Death Row family both sides, whassup niggaz

And my nigga Big Suge, known for keepin' shit poppin'

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

And that little singin' ass nigga, Danny Boy

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

I'm the first nigga that was "Bangin' on Wax"

Yeah, if you remember, 1987 underground tapes

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