Quik:
 My name is Quik & I be moving fast like a race car
 but I'm top seed #1 like the pace car
 Whether you up on me or you chillin' way far
 you can tell almost immediately that I'm aced off
 So listen muthafucka why you comin' off hard
 my objective is to catch you off guard
 get covert & infiltrate yo' clique
 crack yo' shit & mack yo' bitch
 Now tell me could you conceive a nigga all up in her beaver
 givin' her the love fever for hours at a time before I take a breather
 and when she tell me she loves me I don't believe her
 'Cause I rock in stereo or mono hot like gonno-
 rhea burnin' everytime you take a pee uh
 So when you see a nigga out with his girl
 then baby play like you don't know me & we'll keep in a twirl
 because baby I go deeper than the deep blue seas
 Baby do you really wanna play the flute on me?
 I'll give you a sack & take it back & you'll die to get it
 little punk 'cause I'm fly with it
 Chorus
 When we come up we gettin' down down down
 Step in the club they give us pound pound pound
 Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown & round
 DJ Quik & AMG with a brand new sound
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 AMG:
 I told her don't chase it but you can place it
 in between your jaws to taste it
 or leave it in the basement
 I be the riddler that's too familiar get in the middle of ya
 and then I diddle ya, dick ya down 'til it tickles
 smack the booty with no pimples
 caress ya back then rub ya nipples
 Baby I'm a crack fiend get the KY & if I'm at a jiggalo
 baby say hi fly like a eagle in a Range Rover or a Regal
 lookin' for the party people & when I catch ya baby girl
 you should feel lucky we can make love
 but don't forget to fuck me
 'cause you got more bounce than Roger Troutman
 I don't know when it's in or out and
 soak me baby give me that good thang
 ain't nothin' wrong with a coochie bang
 'cause Suga Free, Mausberg, Quik & the AM
 definitely knows how to play 'em
 'cause we went from demos to limos to luxuriousies
 to models from Milan on they knees
 Chorus
 When we come up we gettin' down down down
 Step in the club they give us pound pound pound
 Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown & round
 AMG & Mausberg with a brand new sound
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 Mausberg:
 Oh you didn't know that I'm the bomb baby
 well take a toke of this D-I- & you gon' be feelin' flizie
 'cause I be's Mausberg the superior
 steppin' through the club pound pound so ya fearin' us
 but don't trip we keep the vibe right
 Baby buy me some Remy & if
 yo' baby daddy trippin' tell him beep me
 'cause I be's Black & Tone & swift up on my toes
 G'd up in alligate's and steel toes
 Can I get a pound pound? (pound pound)
 If Free the flyest who am I? (You the realest)
 Look into my eyes & tell me what do you see
 oh you jockin' my entourage DJ Quik & AMG
 well get yo' groove on 'cause I ain't hatin' on the homies
 when that 9-5th drop you & yo' sister gon' be on me
 all I wanna do is slide up in & slide back out
 slap you in yo' face & stick it dead in yo' mouth
 You think I'm bullshittin' well meet me after my show
 bring yo' lips to that all white stretch limo
 so we can ride, slide, dip & glide Booyah!
 and do our thang 'cause my whole clique fly
 Chorus
 When we come up we gettin' down down down
 Step in the club they give us pound pound pound
 Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown & round
 Mausberg & Suga Free with a brand new sound
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 Suga Free:
 It feel good don't it?
 It ain't no good if it ain't good enough
 to put the proper good on it
 peep how I struck up bitch jump in the air
 stay there until I tell you come down
 & when you do you shut the fuck up
 She'll sell a nice dream but bitch you'll
 have better luck tryin' to find 2 Pac than
 me buying you somethin' off the ice cream truck
 Oxygen you leave 'lone leave me 'lone
 before I lock you in that little bitty box again
 Don't let up y'all just keep her soakin' wet up
 playa playa & tell her when she need to shut up
 don't lighten up naw nigga you better you better tighten up
 Throw ya head back back back back
 lean it to the side hey playas (Yeah!)
 tell 'em that we fly (We fly!) Ooooh catastrophe!
 Bitch rather slide down a slide of razor blades
 into a pool of pimp piss but this hoe had the audacity
 to ask me for a dollar even though that's all I had left
 These greedy lying ass hoes'll fifty cents yo' ass to death!
 Chorus
 When we come up we gettin' down down down
 Step in the club they give us pound pound pound
 Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown & round
 and we come to hit the world with a brand new sound
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