Quik Is the Name

You wanna see a young brother from the Compton tip check a grip

Well, keep looking because the C-A-M-E-O track is cookin'

Like a big ol' pot of neck bones, we'll tend to fire up

Because a young brother like the Quik is getting wired up

You know my offbeat style is flowin' all the while

I'm showin' suckers, they can't get none of this

Let alone some of this, I'm a musical genius

And if you fuck with my roll, I beat yo' ass as if we was playin' Tecmo Bowl

I'm a producer, if a rhythm is dope I choose it

And I hope you know I'd rather be dope than use it

I was a player in the penthouse and now I'm uprooted

A young stallion in them khaki suits and booted

With a .40 in hand, I'ma take a stand

I'm letting 'em know they can't fuck with the one man band

And if a soft sucker wanna know who's to blame

I let 'em know, Quik is the name

Now can we get back on the tip of the real unadulterated funk

This beat is getting funky just like a skunk

And the funk is that I step with the style I show

Let's blow these motherfuckin' nimrods doing low

What makes you think that you can even try to step to me?

I hold the dice without six on the tea leaf

I know you wanna win some, go on and try your luck

Punk, put your money on the floor and get bucked

By a pro-fession-al, rhyme hoodlum

Hoochies all over my tip because screwed 'em

One-time can't lock me up 'cause I elude 'em

And bubblegum rappers can't fade me 'cause I chewed 'em

So suckers get at me, I'm the "Q" in quotations

And the C-P-T is the location

I won't talk in riddles 'cause you don't need the strain on your brain

To make it simple, Quik is the name

Yeah, I don't compare my rhyme styles to no gat

'Cause to me that bullshit is super wack

I just remain plain and kick the facts

'Bout how a **** can't keep from getting jacked

You gotta hold your own at any cost

'Cause if you don't, boy, you might get bossed and tossed

By a sucker who claims he got more game than you

Being true is what you oughta do

Or you just might find some chrome pointed at your dome

Think fast or you might not make it home

See a **** like myself ain't going out like that

Because I found that it pays to pack a gat

In the city where survival is a full-time job, black

And it ain't giving nothing back

The .44 will keep a motherfucker tame

Behind the trigger, yo, Quik is the name