Dj Quik

Dj Quik - Til Jesus Comes songtekst

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[12 second intro to start]



[DJ Quik]

I grew up with haters right under the same roof

Ain't never no food, but the whiskey is 80 proof

Niggaz is shootin at me, and my sister called the police

to tell 'em that my homies loaned me a piece

Devil-worshippin neighbors, niggaz borrowin penicillin

Rats and roaches is chillin, my sister makin a killin

Sellin drugs to my other sisters and now I hope

They break in her fuckin Buick and pinch on her dope

I transferred out of Compton High School with a gun in my pants

Ready for whatever comes and I'm prayin

I ain't gotta be the one shot up in the hospital

Simply because Compton never had one, fuck it

I shot them niggaz and I moved to another town

Gave the gun to Darryl and I had him go melt it down

How many times did they call me a fag

'Til they got stomped out and threatened with a 44 mag



[Chorus]

We gotta freak the freak the funk

We gotta seize and squeeze the pump

We gotta tease and beat these punks

Get on your knees 'til Jesus comes {*BLAM*}

Give up the keys, get in the trunk

And if he freeze, begin to dump

We gotta smash and kick and stomp, blast a punk

Get on your knees 'til Jesus comes {*BLAM*}



[DJ Quik]

Niggaz call me dumb but I'm smarter than your momma

For lettin yo' daddy ejaculate in her and stickin her wit'cho drama

Cause you ain't nuttin but a skanky welfare case

Livin in scum Bum-o-Rama

A shelf full of antibiotics and narcotics

Dwellin in a house full of lazy psychotics

Pissin and shittin on theyself and you too stupid to help

Because you just a dumb nigga yourself

Ain't that the kettle callin the pot round and hot? (Huh?)

Ain't the reason you 'bout to be found bound and shot? (Huh?)

You need to keep my name off your tongue, before they find you hung

with a letter in your own handwriting motherfucker



[Chorus: w/ "Get out your" instead of "Give up the"]



[DJ Quik]

How much liquor could I consume in one sitting?

How many niggaz did I shake for bullshittin?

I run any console, I'm an engineer

And I drink imported beer while I'm lookin for the gear

I'm a stylist, I'm not a porn star

I know enough to where I can service my own car

I ain't ignorin you stupid, I just be watchin my own rhythms

and lovin how they fall, this music is different

A new generation

The beat is so fancy, look at my presentation

It's not 16, it's 12, makin a scene as well

Watchin my green and mail, how could I fail?

How could I fail?



[Chorus: w/ "drawn down and buck" instead of "begin to dump"]
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Taal: Engels

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