America'z Most Complete (No One Can Do It Better)

And just when you motherfuckers thought it was over

I'm back up in this motherfuck

For America's most complete artist

Yeah, what's your name, boy?

America's most complete artist

Get ready, get ready

For America's most complete artist

Doin' much damage in the '92

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Now, DJ Quik is the **** that's coming up real thick

I'm a stone funkaholic, yet, I don't need shit

Because there ain't another **** more versatile

DJ Quik been bustin' funky rhythms all the while

And this song is for the homies who was down with me

When I was broke as a joke, flat with no money

And to them doubting-ass motherfuckers 'cause they don't know

Yeah, instead of showing improving, yo, I'm provin' that I'm the show

Now, who wants to fake this modern day prophet?

Take two steps forward, one shell, and you're droppin'

Because I don't go toe-to-toe, I go ho-to-ho

Yo' ho is so-so, so, yo, I think I better let her go

'Cause she ain't worth my time

And before I get off into another rhyme

I'ma bring this verse to a climax, grab the axe

Open the door, clear the floor, and make way

For America's most complete artist, dude

What's your name, boy?

America's most complete artist

Sucka-ass **** can't fake this (Get ready, get ready)

For America's most complete artist

Quik (What kinda name is that for a ****?)

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Now, when I say I'm complete

That means I'm true to my game and my cap

And I refrain from bein' played like a sap

And a bitch? No bitch can handle what I'm kickin'

They say I'm trippin', but they stick around my room for a dickin'

'Cause the power of the Quiksta's too overwhelming

And when you let me rip, I'm going in with a helmet

That's why your little brother wants to be like me

I'm surrounded by the trueness that suckas fail to see

Now, 2nd II None, is you down with the Quik? (What you think?)

Mister Bacon, is you down with the Quik? (Yeah, you know)

Playa Hamm, is you down with the Quik? (Oh, but of course, playa)

And everybody else

Now, on my last album, I said I rolled two motherfuckin' deep

That's for them suckas that was tryna creep

But peep the real, that when I got that murdering feeling

I can take a loss and make a killing and still be

America's most complete artist

Fuck these punk-ass ****

For America's most complete artist

For America's most complete artist

Doin' much damage, C-P-T style

For America's most, most, most, most complete artist, artist, artist (Yo, fuck the bridge, I'm gonna take you out to the canal)

Mo' pussy, mo' pussy, mo' pussy

Damn, that's how a **** like me is

True to it, ain't faking for the showbiz

All the true-ass ****, yup, ya know this

But the others jock-jockin' me like they ho is

'Cause DJ Quik can be as funky as the dook chute

Stutter, steppin' with pep, but still I manage to givin' the suckas the boot if they ask for it

Because they know I flow it

Need I say more?

Well, that's it (No)

For America's most complete artist

Ya better get ready

For America's most complete artist

What's your name, boy?

America's most complete artist

Ya better get ready

For America's most, most, most, most complete artist, artist, artist