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Def Squad - Focus lyrics
Hey! [vocal box] Never understood, how we did it How we made this music groove your very soul [onasis] Yo i lamp out in the rented e-7 v-12 screamer The new benz, seen her? 290 thou, wow Somethin your rap budget does not allow Why you laughin, i don't see nothing funny Pull back two mac-10's now it's a big mac-20 That is the basics Quik and i we run the matrix Hold your mouth don't say shit Walk through any borough That stretch from here past the tri ?? Better respect us dog we ?kernel? Don't get it confused We smashin crews, it's my rules Don't come correct and get abused I bring the ruck to any cats bringin drama Make 'em feel it, like tupac's dear mama It could be pitch black and i spot ya Boom! kick in your door like big poppa [vocal box] Never Xzibit Dj motherfucking quik Erick sermon [dj quik] Ay, tell me what you get when your nigga xzibit And quik get down with the e double? You get we trouble E, make the beat bubble Make the bass all on you shake they break out To the ground and dig em out of e rubble Partyin, happy that you shook the whole crib And if you got a pound e dub i got dibs Cuz this is how we do it here It's ironic that you done stepped into a room Of purple hydroponic, fat booty bitches sparklin Tryin to take you to a star Tryin to get you to recognize they know who you are Can't you see the red carpet, they lay it out And if you got a fantasy erick they play it out We big figga rap niggas From the gate, we been waited on and hated on since '88 Now cross my dogs or cross my path and i'ma whet ya Way down from the compton town, and i bet ya [vocal box] Ha, yeah, ladies and gentleman Yeah, the bar is now open C'mon, yeah, it's on me C'mon, yeah Presented to you, avirex to the z Yeah, listen [xzibit] I'm the spin doctor, phantom of the opera If this was '89 i would break you off proper Cockblocker, dump a few g's in my lolo Not dough hoe, my nigga b came in solo, dolo Most niggas react like a homo And when they wit a crowd now they wanna get loud Wanna act wild and act like a criminal, foul And stretchin a mile, but really got the heart of a child ?? steal our tickets Extra points like a field goal kicker Like a fucked up d.a. wit a charge that aint stickin I'm walkin away, a free man Cuz y'all niggas softer than sand Cuz we fuckin a fan and locin out wit your pan I fucked your mother, so now i'm the motherfucking man! Break fool on a track like it's supposed to be And break bread with the real niggas close to me Epmd [vocal box] C'mon, yeah, dj quik in the motherfucking house Yeah, this dick in your mouth Ha, c'mon, yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, c'mon Yeah, you think it aint The west coast brought cats alive in 1999 All the way bouncin through millenium Ha, c'mon, yeah Yo, millenium shit, yeah, c'mon, yo millenium shit Yeah, c'mon yo, millenium shit Yeah, yo, dj motherfucking quik Yeah, yeah, ha, yo, yo Yeah, green eyed bandit Yeah, bitch niggas can't stand it C'mon, yeah, keep it bouncin Yeah, r.i.p. roger troutman Yeah, yeah, c'mon, ha, yeah |
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