This is dedicate to all yall skanless-ass dusty-ass broke-ass busta-ass niggas
Yall aint sayin nothin
Yall niggas is fuckin, fuck yall
Fuck yall, fuck yall
Always poppin somethin
Yknow Im gon come back dumpin
Fuck yall, fuck yall
Fuck yall, fuck yall
Im like fuck you; you aint never been shit, never was shit
Fuck it the way I was taught was never trust shit, especially this
Funny style, funny lookin bitch nigga here
Imma tell you so fast, so quick
Nigga if you say another word, thats it
Imma slap him like the bitch that he is
Then Imma turn around and slap the bitch that he with
I aint never understood your type
You know you wanna be a boss
We cut from a different cloth
They never thought me and Quik would get it together
Keep it Crippin while I dip and sip and spit it together
Yeah Im put together, Compton built me with an Einstein brain
We live in Southern California where you gotta make it rain~!
And if you jump Ill help you reconstruct the crash of the plane
To survive, you gotta embrace pain
Cause pain tells you that you need to get right with yaself
So when you do replace the pain with wealth
And even though the money cant buy you health
Youll be eatin right for tellin them just how you felt
I sleep in a mirrored room, worthy of an emperor
I only get a temper when Im talkin to the simpletons
Give me patience, I deal with mental patients
I see you as a dunce but I havent said it once
Hey, we-we let it go, but you gotta get it though
Kurupt is the venom; and Quik is the antidote
Even though your man is slow, and cant keep the tempo yo
Im keepin it simple Im stuck to this instrumental
So bounce - we in your city makin all our rounds
We get the dollars, euros, yen and pounds
We stand on top of the couches; we like those girls
Without pouches and those braces and the slouches
So now wed like to challenge yall to all get down
But all together like couples to the sound
Dont want to hear no rebuttal
Think of the music as the tracks and your bodys the shovel
Take off, blast off in the sky to a high
My bad, I aint mean to make you mad
Cadillac on 3s, old school, O.D.s make you shiver
If you try to take mines, or my homeys, I deliver
These cannonball words through your window through the info
Through your liver listenin I tell ya how Im feelin
Hey - Hi-C, AMG, K&D, why yall names all rhyme and mine dont?
Cause I got it and yall wont?
Im the Quiksta, Im the funk, I be bangin in the trunk
All the bitches wanna fuck me cause they know I aint no punk
Imma tell you niggas once and for all dagnabbit
If you cant see me with it, then you can never have it
Fuck Yall