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DJ QUIK lyrics : "Speed"

Yea
I rough voco, for my locos.
My ^!$$% 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 ^!$$% 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 ^!$$% 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 x4]


Faster then the concord
On board

Call me the pilot
Baby better let me know shes 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 x4]
La da la da da da ['till fade]

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