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DJ Quik

~Static~ "Quik you're not a gangster we're not" ~Static~

Some believe in love and some believe in friends

But niggaz like me believe in making ends

Cause even when your bitch wants to trick around

You know the moneys got you safe and sound

Now i'm bout to take it back to 84 when I was 14

Kickin back in the trees

Westside if you please

And 436 west spruce was the spot

With me Wayne Mike Shot Nookie Slug, and Rock,

Donzelly if ya with me than let that shit kick

If your head ain't spinning from dippin all them sticks

Cause way back in the day they used love a wet baggie

Screaming "HORALE ESE" with them laces on a caddy

And you could'nt deny

A hit from that buddah tye

Going round and round the driveway

Now it's coming my way

And i'm zoned out at a young age

And the whole spruce street was my stage

Peep now back then I was in the 8th grade steady

But niggaz my age was getting paid already

Yeah like that nigga Zam or even young Blue

They made they first million by the age of 22

Like Dan from Cedar block him and little Motor

James from Piru street with them boulders

Rest in peace little Noopy he did'nt have to brag

Rollin to the 10 grade in a fint 0 rag

Well Goddamn how can I be down?

I ask my sister Jack for some help and she told me look around.

Nigga they don't sell dope it sells itself

While they kickback and just collect the wealth

And now i'm thinking ain't nothing fly about these dirty ass khakis

T-shirt dingy, prowings tackie

This could be a way to flip that little funky twenty dollars that I earned

Right then is when I learned that

(chorus)

Some believe in Jesus

some believe in Allah

But niggaz like me believe I'm making dollars

Cause even when yo niggaz want to be untrue

You know the money's still good to you

Yes Yes

Some believe in love and some believe in friends

But niggaz like me believe in making ends

Cause even when yo bitch wants to trick around

You know the moneys got you safe and sound

Peep I gets a dub on the 1st and 15th for a fact

So instead of spending it up I gave my money to Jack

Now she jump in the regal and said i'll be right back

When she came in she put me down with a plastic sack

I turned my 40 into 80 and that was my profit

I'm keepin my rocks in the house and not in my pocket

Sister Jackie in the kitchen with some boiling water, baking soda,

Fresh powder, baby bottles, making more boulders

Checking a fat grip slanging rocks to tricks

Donzelly dippin sticks went and bought um a 6

And 500 block peach running thangs ya see

Moving gallon after gallon and key after key

I'm telling you I done seen it all

From niggaz hitting the sherman and the passout on the wall

From cluckers wanting a hit so bad they let there panies fall

Teeth rotten hair gone,

and whole checks get blown

But then i'm still breaking these pebbles like bam bam

Saved them, splitting rocks,

to the um tic toc

I went from wearing khakis to Sergio Teccini

While my rocks is disappearing like the great Whodini

I bought a gang of clothes, all of my equiptment

And getting somthing new with each and every shipment

Money gets made and money gets spent

and how these jealous niggaz acting only makes it evident that

(chorus)

Some believe in Jesus

some believe in Allah

But niggaz like me believe I'm making dollars

Cause even when yo niggaz want to be untrue

You know the money's still good to you

Yes Yes

Some believe in love and some believe in friends

But niggaz like me believe in making ends

Cause even when yo bitch wants to trick around

You know the moneys got you safe and sound

Check now in 1988 I moved away to L.A.

My niggaz Playa Ham and Gina gave me a place to stay

On my way up from bottom rock

Bitches starting to jock

Cause my hair is getting longer

And games getting stronger

To pull my on weight I went and got me a job

But by then Ham and Gina really started to squab

About weather I should go or stay

She told him either he goes or you go we both was on our way

So he moved and took me with him on 2001 Browning,

clowning with playas all around me just astounding

My nigga pimpin Carl got staring with that hair an

Rolling up and down the street in that rag 7 with Darren

Shaby blue feathered as he swerved

In the El Co p-6 park away from the curve

Big Jam L.A Mike, Darryl, Nicki on the bike

That nigga Top, Big Shane, and Tweed rolling up the weed

And hoes just come and go in and out

Revolving door leaving with some nut in they mouth

I'm making a living of pimpin so you fools can't trip

Cause even though I love God I also love my grip

(chorus)

Some believe in Jesus

some believe in Allah

But niggaz like me believe I'm making dollars

Cause even when yo niggaz want to be untrue

You know the money's still good to you

Yes Yes

Some believe in love and some believe in friends

But niggaz like me believe in making ends

Cause even when yo bitch wants to trick around

You know the moneys got you safe and sound

(talk box)

oooooooooooooo,ooooooooooooooooooo yeah

safe and sound yeah

safe and sound baby

ooooooooooooooo,ooooooooooooooooooo yeah

safe and sound yeah

safe and sound

gotta let you knoooooow

gotta let you knoooooow

gotta let you knoooooow

Comptons in the house

Written by ARCHIE JR., GEORGE / BLAKE, DAVID MARVIN / OTIS, SHUGGIE
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group

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