Yo, a day in the life of a playa named Quick

I'm just a stubborn kind of fellow with a head like a brick

And just because I drink the 8, they say that I'm hopeless

But I don't give a fuck, so blame it on the loc-est

Now this is how we do it when we checkin a grip

Teddy Bear's in the house, so don't even trip

We're bustin funky compositions, as smooth as a prism

So check it while I kick it to this funky ass rhythm

It's Friday morning, the phone is ringin off the hook *brrrrrring* 

And AMG is puttin down girl rhymes in his notebook 

Or should I say dope sack, because we don't bust wack *brrrrrring* 

I pick up the phone and it's the D (whassup nigga?) 

He said he's comin down at about two on the dot 

So I'm about to rush the tub while my water's still hot 

And now I'm soakin, a brother like the devestatin DJ Quik ain't jokin 

Fuck with me on DSP and you'll get broken 

My name is Quik, but you can call me Daddy 

Yo open up the door, they think I'm Freak Man in a Caddy 

Now Freaky's in an El doggin shabbies in at Alco 

And everybody's sippin on a quart (here we go) 

D just came with a forty and a quart 

In addition to the three that Greedy just brought 

But I don't wanna start early, so I just might 

put my forty in the freezer cause I wanna get bent *tonite* 



Tonight's the nite (yeah) *tonite* 

Tonight is the nite *tonite* 

Tonight's the nite (yo when we gon get bent) *tonite* 

Tonight is the nite (aww yeah) 



And now I'm out of the tub I'm feelin fancy free 

Spray on some serious and put on my Girbaud jeans 

Sweatsuit, the gray one with the burgundy trim 

And it's a medium, fit me proper cause I'm nice and slim 

Five thirty on the clock and the sun is