Dj Quik

Dj Quik - So Many Wayz lyrics

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Yo  this is DJ Quik
 And quite frankly
 I think we gotta be some of the baddest motherfuckers
 that ever fuckedwith rap music
 Cause this album right here is on some old cool shit
 If you don?t believe me
 Just give me three and a half seconds and I?ll show you
 You ready?

 One  one and a half
 Two  two and a half
 Three  three and a half

 Uh
 Yeah
 Got my niggas 2nd II None up in this bitch
 My nigga Peter Gunz
 That?s right
 AMG, El Debarge, Playa Hamm, Hi-C, Suga Free
 Check this shit out

 I'm like fries in a skillet
 Much too hot to hold
 I'm strong and I'm handsome and black
 Plus I'm bold
 A mental case
 Sometimes stressin
 But then I flip
 Because you got to go crazy on Hollywood for your grip
 And you know ain't no room in my mirror for your face
 And if I got y'all confused like Rubik then state yo case
 Yet creepshow suckas keep tryin to submerge mine
 But I can hold my breath for a long time
 I emerge with treasures and coins
 A thick sack
 And your life ain't mine to take
 Now kick back
 Cause if it don't make dollas
 Sucka you know the poem
 Cause either you pimpin this game
 Or you just hoin
 Now get up outta mine
 Nigga
 I'm the bomb
 Droppin heat on your homeboys
 And spreadin like napalm
 Cause I got more styles than your car's got miles
 And I
 Got more styles than a hotel's got towels
 Cause I kicks it in

 So many ways (Uh huh and we can flip it in)
 So many ways (Cause we can rock a party)
 So many ways (Got bomb for everybody)
 So many ways (Now baby can you feel it in)
 So many ways (Cause you know we can deal it in)
 So many ways (And I can make your body numb in)
 So many ways (Cause you ain't never heard a nigga come)
 So many ways (Ah hah, ah hah)

 I'm chillin, mackin, stackin up these ends
 I gotta check and I gots no time for no friends
 I bust a trick
 Make her bounce like a low-low
 While I'm twisted off that bud
 Countin money at the mo-mo
 No flow so
 Ain't no need to tell the po-po
 Believe me bra'
 All the snitches get the fo-fo
 Now here we come again
 With a brand new twist
 On guard
 I rock the party like this
 With so many ways to get paid
 I hustle for days
 The tenth of the month I get my government aid
 And the used-to-be-crooks
 I'm puttin money on they books
 Cause satan got busy
 And many souls got took
 We shook up the world
 I did it with my partner for his sons and my daughter
 You don't have to be no baller
 To kick it with me
 See, I stay real G
 D forever feedin all you punk hoes misery

 So many ways (I can get busy)
 So many ways (I gots to get the scrilly)
 So many ways (We can have a mardi-gras)
 So many ways (Cause I can rock the party y'all)
 So many ways (Tell me can ya feel it in)
 So many ways (I gots to make the dividends)
 So many ways (You know I keep it real in)
 So many ways

 I was known for triple m shots
 And straight plottin
 But hitten em hoes had me wastin up a knot
 And all these figaros crow
 Waitin to get hot
 Now it's cool
 You got your spot
 Without that funky cock
 And that dramatic experience
 You and him went through
 Ain't got nothin to do with the K
 So keep cool little girl
 This ain't no Hollywood play
 Girls who wear reps
 And play them sucka games you play
 Catch the redline metro rail
 Blaze a trail
 I can feel you ain't real
 And I can tell
 >From meetin different people
 Figures to throats
 Scandalous to the rich
 Goodhearted to the broke
 And these young and old folk
 They like to hear good music
 If it's weak lose it
 But if it's bumpin choose it
 But don't abuse it
 And try to take it to the brain
 If you do you'll be caught up in a strain
 And be hangin on my thang in

 So many ways (Now watch me put it down in)
 So many ways (You know I like to get my clown in)
 So many ways (We can flip the sound in)
 So many ways (K and D got it humpin in)
 So many ways (You know you wanna bump it in)
 So many ways (We can have a mardi-gras)
 So many ways (You know I rocks the party y'all)
 So many ways

 So many ways (x8)

 I walk three thousand miles for a taste of that gangsta shit
 Messin around with G-1
 And the DJ Quik
 Stick and move from east-west
 In vest like stocks
 I went from pushin Nikes to pushin drops
 Fuck around and go platinum quick
 Messin with Quik
 Nigga got hits like Swizz
 So watch your trick
 See me playin Avirex and the Pepe's
 No shirt on
 Your girl sweat me
 And I'ma hit it if she let me
 Backsides bangin
 Hangin
 All amazed
 She get this dick in (So many ways)
 Blow her back out
 Then I mack out
 Freak the keys to the Lex
 Or find me havin sex in my NSX
 I'm from the BX
 But we flex from east to west
 So while you niggas coast-trippin
 We'll be cashin them checks
 Peter Gunz
 One of the most in-credible ones
 G-1, Quik, we rolls thick
 And gets the job done in

 So many ways (Cause I kick it in)
 So many ways (You know that I can flip it in)
 So many ways (And I can rock a party)
 So many ways (I got bomb for everybody)
 So many ways (Bring it from the Bronx in)
 So many ways (From New York to Compton)
 So many ways (We keep it pumpin)
 So many ways (Uh)

 So many ways (x16
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Arista Records, Inc.

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Released in: 1998

Language: English

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