Quiks Groove (The One) [feat. DJ Quik, Sevyn Streeter & Micah]

You see i wake up in the mornin grab ma blunt an pull ma dick up out this bitch mouth. Ye Deh Dehh. Im feelin like makin this bitch iron ma clothes or somthin Multi taskin cookin breakfast make a nigga wanna smack dat ass See i met this bitch on Crenshaw she told me giv her ride i sed if i do that you gotta giv me head while Ray Charles drive Cuz i aint fo the drink an no i aint, im wiv ma main bitch an ma side bitch im feelin like Saddam They had the bomb An if her baby daddy trippin fuck dat nigga i push dat nigga head like back like he Lebron Makin a nigga dissapear like Jeswarn Body found by the Swans nigga missin both his arms I aint playin Im with da Rat-A-Tat-Tat Shoot a nigga if he do or dont die he never comin back Now its 1-2 buckle ma shoe Pad leather Gesepis nigga watch wat tha fuck i do Its the P -I -R to tha U An i put that on ma moma ima ride for u baby boo I sed i put dat on ma moma ima ride for you baby boo () Hope you givin head today Cus i jus wanna put this dick all in you (So i can bust a nut) Maybe we go celebrate (Celebration) You bring all your girls an im a bring ma crew Let me be the one you take home at the end ov the night babe Let me be the one Only, want you to myself babe Let me be the one You no, always open to suggestions Let me be the one Down fo you, shud never be a question babe To blow your mind... Quick is tha name, with tha Game its a god dam shame, Niggas cant see that we to blame, Fo puttin Compton to flame, Ignite it up, haters light it up Wen u trip But cant get stores in yo whip Its wat i do, to protect ma party Ma goons snatch you out by yo air party An its bext shorty, all the ladies drink free All the players grab a tab thats how that spozd to be Drinkin Classic Eagles Fuckin faster than Grand National Regals Im in it doin pussy doin keagles Im so fresh single rite now She so spead eagle rite now Aint nuthin but the clothes goin down Im in the game an tha fires the same Ma music is deafening Like even before ma fame I wrote about a thousand 16 bar verses An im still comin off like its ma first year () Now DJ Quick got a bitch from tha bay Sez she wanna fuck his lil homie gotta him sippin on his Alize You ever had your dick sucked on Mausberg before An had a Mausberg Comp leanin on a front door Treat ma dick like a new born Hold da head I told a bitch pimpin aint dead Hoes are scared So stop dat livin I got a bitch from da niggaz Since they got a fuckin bounty on ma head UH OH Im rhymin with Chuck Taylor too He doin sumthing new Sumthing more comfortable for you too just bang your shit too So lady go an work those hips Like the inmates work those dips An wen i get there baby work your lips If it dont make dollars dont holla Its DJ Quick in any year Impala An if it dont make sense then dont flinch Wat you get from a pole that dont you grass? No Shit... () (DJ