(feat. Wyclef Jean)

[18 seconds of non-lyrics to open]

[Wyclef] Let's go Quik

[DJ Quik]
I wanna, punch them niggaz sayin gold don't rock
And I wanna, rape that bitch that told a lie on 'Pac
I wanna right some wrongs before I put my coast on lock
So when you see the glock bastard don't you go into shock
If the hood hates me I'll buy your enemies guns
and have 'em clappin on you shermheads, takin your funds
Scarin you motherfuckers to death, give you the runs
You better nice up, before you leak and warm the ice up

[Wyclef Jean]
I wanna murder the sniper that shot at Martin Luther King
Then get rid of the Viagra cause I'm strictly ginseng
Campaign in the hood if you want progress
Take all the gangs, put 'em up in Congress
Quik is so quick, listen to the ba-bum ba-bum
Brooklyn Zoo, California, with guns the size of
elephant trunk, trunk trunks, ladies shake your hump hump
Get your "Flashlight" cause we crunk like P-Funk

[Chorus: Wyclef]
Ladies - I know you feel me
If you up in the party let me see you shake your body
like you got no bones and you tipsy off the Henny
Thugs - easy with the slugs tonight
I'm tryin to meet my wife tonight, make love tonight
You don't wanna see yo' body on ice, right

[DJ Quik]
Now if I snapped, it was just a matter of time
before I turned into the Mad Hatter, splatter your bladder
On the morning after, you can't refute the disaster
Cause body parts get musty in plaster (ew)
Don't try to call a truce cause I'm still comin after you
I don't like your kids but I'ma spare 'em