So Many Wayz Lyrics
| Song | So Many Wayz |
| Artist | DJ Quik |
| Album | The Best of DJ Quik - Da Finale |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : DJ Quik, Gunz ... | |
| Yo, this is DJ Quik | |
| And quite frankly | |
| I think we gotta be some of the baddest mother****ers | |
| that ever ****edwith rap music | |
| Cause this album right here is on some old cool shit | |
| If you don抰 believe me | |
| Just give me three and a half seconds and I抣l show you | |
| You ready? | |
| One, one and a half | |
| Two, two and a half | |
| Three, three and a half | |
| Uh | |
| Yeah | |
| Got my niggas 2nd II None up in this bitch | |
| My nigga Peter Gunz | |
| That抯 right | |
| AMG, El Debarge, Playa Hamm, Hi-C, Suga Free | |
| Check this shit out | |
| I'm like fries in a skillet | |
| Much too hot to hold | |
| I'm strong and I'm handsome and black | |
| Plus I'm bold | |
| A mental case | |
| Sometimes stressin | |
| But then I flip | |
| Because you got to go crazy on Hollywood for your grip | |
| And you know ain't no room in my mirror for your face | |
| And if I got y'all confused like Rubik then state yo case | |
| Yet creepshow suckas keep tryin to submerge mine | |
| But I can hold my breath for a long time | |
| I emerge with treasures and coins | |
| A thick sack | |
| And your life ain't mine to take | |
| Now kick back | |
| Cause if it don't make dollas | |
| Sucka you know the poem | |
| Cause either you pimpin this game | |
| Or you just hoin | |
| Now get up outta mine | |
| Nigga | |
| I'm the bomb | |
| Droppin heat on your homeboys | |
| And spreadin like napalm | |
| Cause I got more styles than your car's got miles | |
| And I | |
| Got more styles than a hotel's got towels | |
| Cause I kicks it in | |
| So many ways (Uh huh and we can flip it in) | |
| So many ways (Cause we can rock a party) | |
| So many ways (Got bomb for everybody) | |
| So many ways (Now baby can you feel it in) | |
| So many ways (Cause you know we can deal it in) | |
| So many ways (And I can make your body numb in) | |
| So many ways (Cause you ain't never heard a nigga come) | |
| So many ways (Ah hah, ah hah) | |
| I'm chillin, mackin, stackin up these ends | |
| I gotta check and I gots no time for no friends | |
| I bust a trick | |
| Make her bounce like a low-low | |
| While I'm twisted off that bud | |
| Countin money at the mo-mo | |
| No flow so | |
| Ain't no need to tell the po-po | |
| Believe me bra' | |
| All the snitches get the fo-fo | |
| Now here we come again | |
| With a brand new twist | |
| On guard | |
| I rock the party like this | |
| With so many ways to get paid | |
| I hustle for days | |
| The tenth of the month I get my government aid | |
| And the used-to-be-crooks | |
| I'm puttin money on they books | |
| Cause satan got busy | |
| And many souls got took | |
| We shook up the world | |
| I did it with my partner for his sons and my daughter | |
| You don't have to be no baller | |
| To kick it with me | |
| See, I stay real G | |
| D forever feedin all you punk hoes misery | |
| So many ways (I can get busy) | |
| So many ways (I gots to get the scrilly) | |
| So many ways (We can have a mardi-gras) | |
| So many ways (Cause I can rock the party y'all) | |
| So many ways (Tell me can ya feel it in) | |
| So many ways (I gots to make the dividends) | |
| So many ways (You know I keep it real in) | |
| So many ways | |
| I was known for triple m shots | |
| And straight plottin | |
| But hitten em hoes had me wastin up a knot | |
| And all these figaros crow | |
| Waitin to get hot | |
| Now it's cool | |
| You got your spot | |
| Without that funky cock | |
| And that dramatic experience | |
| You and him went through | |
| Ain't got nothin to do with the K | |
| So keep cool little girl | |
| This ain't no Hollywood play | |
| Girls who wear reps | |
| And play them sucka games you play | |
| Catch the redline metro rail | |
| Blaze a trail | |
| I can feel you ain't real | |
| And I can tell | |
| >From meetin different people | |
| Figures to throats | |
| Scandalous to the rich | |
| Goodhearted to the broke | |
| And these young and old folk | |
| They like to hear good music | |
| If it's weak lose it | |
| But if it's bumpin choose it | |
| But don't abuse it | |
| And try to take it to the brain | |
| If you do you'll be caught up in a strain | |
| And be hangin on my thang in | |
| So many ways (Now watch me put it down in) | |
| So many ways (You know I like to get my clown in) | |
| So many ways (We can flip the sound in) | |
| So many ways (K and D got it humpin in) | |
| So many ways (You know you wanna bump it in) | |
| So many ways (We can have a mardi-gras) | |
| So many ways (You know I rocks the party y'all) | |
| So many ways | |
| So many ways (x8) | |
| I walk three thousand miles for a taste of that gangsta shit | |
| Messin around with G-1 | |
| And the DJ Quik | |
| Stick and move from east-west | |
| In vest like stocks | |
| I went from pushin Nikes to pushin drops | |
| **** around and go platinum quick | |
| Messin with Quik | |
| Nigga got hits like Swizz | |
| So watch your trick | |
| See me playin Avirex and the Pepe's | |
| No shirt on | |
| Your girl sweat me | |
| And I'ma hit it if she let me | |
| Backsides bangin | |
| Hangin | |
| All amazed | |
| She get this dick in (So many ways) | |
| Blow her back out | |
| Then I mack out | |
| Freak the keys to the Lex | |
| Or find me havin sex in my NSX | |
| I'm from the BX | |
| But we flex from east to west | |
| So while you niggas coast-trippin | |
| We'll be cashin them checks | |
| Peter Gunz | |
| One of the most in-credible ones | |
| G-1, Quik, we rolls thick | |
| And gets the job done in | |
| So many ways (Cause I kick it in) | |
| So many ways (You know that I can flip it in) | |
| So many ways (And I can rock a party) | |
| So many ways (I got bomb for everybody) | |
| So many ways (Bring it from the Bronx in) | |
| So many ways (From New York to Compton) | |
| So many ways (We keep it pumpin) | |
| So many ways (Uh) | |
| So many ways (x16) |
| zuo ci : DJ Quik, Gunz ... | |
| Yo, this is DJ Quik | |
| And quite frankly | |
| I think we gotta be some of the baddest mother ers | |
| that ever edwith rap music | |
| Cause this album right here is on some old cool shit | |
| If you don yang believe me | |
| Just give me three and a half seconds and I yun l show you | |
| You ready? | |
| One, one and a half | |
| Two, two and a half | |
| Three, three and a half | |
| Uh | |
| Yeah | |
| Got my niggas 2nd II None up in this bitch | |
| My nigga Peter Gunz | |
| That zha right | |
| AMG, El Debarge, Playa Hamm, HiC, Suga Free | |
| Check this shit out | |
| I' m like fries in a skillet | |
| Much too hot to hold | |
| I' m strong and I' m handsome and black | |
| Plus I' m bold | |
| A mental case | |
| Sometimes stressin | |
| But then I flip | |
| Because you got to go crazy on Hollywood for your grip | |
| And you know ain' t no room in my mirror for your face | |
| And if I got y' all confused like Rubik then state yo case | |
| Yet creepshow suckas keep tryin to submerge mine | |
| But I can hold my breath for a long time | |
| I emerge with treasures and coins | |
| A thick sack | |
| And your life ain' t mine to take | |
| Now kick back | |
| Cause if it don' t make dollas | |
| Sucka you know the poem | |
| Cause either you pimpin this game | |
| Or you just hoin | |
| Now get up outta mine | |
| Nigga | |
| I' m the bomb | |
| Droppin heat on your homeboys | |
| And spreadin like napalm | |
| Cause I got more styles than your car' s got miles | |
| And I | |
| Got more styles than a hotel' s got towels | |
| Cause I kicks it in | |
| So many ways Uh huh and we can flip it in | |
| So many ways Cause we can rock a party | |
| So many ways Got bomb for everybody | |
| So many ways Now baby can you feel it in | |
| So many ways Cause you know we can deal it in | |
| So many ways And I can make your body numb in | |
| So many ways Cause you ain' t never heard a nigga come | |
| So many ways Ah hah, ah hah | |
| I' m chillin, mackin, stackin up these ends | |
| I gotta check and I gots no time for no friends | |
| I bust a trick | |
| Make her bounce like a lowlow | |
| While I' m twisted off that bud | |
| Countin money at the momo | |
| No flow so | |
| Ain' t no need to tell the popo | |
| Believe me bra' | |
| All the snitches get the fofo | |
| Now here we come again | |
| With a brand new twist | |
| On guard | |
| I rock the party like this | |
| With so many ways to get paid | |
| I hustle for days | |
| The tenth of the month I get my government aid | |
| And the usedtobecrooks | |
| I' m puttin money on they books | |
| Cause satan got busy | |
| And many souls got took | |
| We shook up the world | |
| I did it with my partner for his sons and my daughter | |
| You don' t have to be no baller | |
| To kick it with me | |
| See, I stay real G | |
| D forever feedin all you punk hoes misery | |
| So many ways I can get busy | |
| So many ways I gots to get the scrilly | |
| So many ways We can have a mardigras | |
| So many ways Cause I can rock the party y' all | |
| So many ways Tell me can ya feel it in | |
| So many ways I gots to make the dividends | |
| So many ways You know I keep it real in | |
| So many ways | |
| I was known for triple m shots | |
| And straight plottin | |
| But hitten em hoes had me wastin up a knot | |
| And all these figaros crow | |
| Waitin to get hot | |
| Now it' s cool | |
| You got your spot | |
| Without that funky cock | |
| And that dramatic experience | |
| You and him went through | |
| Ain' t got nothin to do with the K | |
| So keep cool little girl | |
| This ain' t no Hollywood play | |
| Girls who wear reps | |
| And play them sucka games you play | |
| Catch the redline metro rail | |
| Blaze a trail | |
| I can feel you ain' t real | |
| And I can tell | |
| From meetin different people | |
| Figures to throats | |
| Scandalous to the rich | |
| Goodhearted to the broke | |
| And these young and old folk | |
| They like to hear good music | |
| If it' s weak lose it | |
| But if it' s bumpin choose it | |
| But don' t abuse it | |
| And try to take it to the brain | |
| If you do you' ll be caught up in a strain | |
| And be hangin on my thang in | |
| So many ways Now watch me put it down in | |
| So many ways You know I like to get my clown in | |
| So many ways We can flip the sound in | |
| So many ways K and D got it humpin in | |
| So many ways You know you wanna bump it in | |
| So many ways We can have a mardigras | |
| So many ways You know I rocks the party y' all | |
| So many ways | |
| So many ways x8 | |
| I walk three thousand miles for a taste of that gangsta shit | |
| Messin around with G1 | |
| And the DJ Quik | |
| Stick and move from eastwest | |
| In vest like stocks | |
| I went from pushin Nikes to pushin drops | |
| around and go platinum quick | |
| Messin with Quik | |
| Nigga got hits like Swizz | |
| So watch your trick | |
| See me playin Avirex and the Pepe' s | |
| No shirt on | |
| Your girl sweat me | |
| And I' ma hit it if she let me | |
| Backsides bangin | |
| Hangin | |
| All amazed | |
| She get this dick in So many ways | |
| Blow her back out | |
| Then I mack out | |
| Freak the keys to the Lex | |
| Or find me havin sex in my NSX | |
| I' m from the BX | |
| But we flex from east to west | |
| So while you niggas coasttrippin | |
| We' ll be cashin them checks | |
| Peter Gunz | |
| One of the most incredible ones | |
| G1, Quik, we rolls thick | |
| And gets the job done in | |
| So many ways Cause I kick it in | |
| So many ways You know that I can flip it in | |
| So many ways And I can rock a party | |
| So many ways I got bomb for everybody | |
| So many ways Bring it from the Bronx in | |
| So many ways From New York to Compton | |
| So many ways We keep it pumpin | |
| So many ways Uh | |
| So many ways x16 |
| zuò cí : DJ Quik, Gunz ... | |
| Yo, this is DJ Quik | |
| And quite frankly | |
| I think we gotta be some of the baddest mother ers | |
| that ever edwith rap music | |
| Cause this album right here is on some old cool shit | |
| If you don yāng believe me | |
| Just give me three and a half seconds and I yun l show you | |
| You ready? | |
| One, one and a half | |
| Two, two and a half | |
| Three, three and a half | |
| Uh | |
| Yeah | |
| Got my niggas 2nd II None up in this bitch | |
| My nigga Peter Gunz | |
| That zhā right | |
| AMG, El Debarge, Playa Hamm, HiC, Suga Free | |
| Check this shit out | |
| I' m like fries in a skillet | |
| Much too hot to hold | |
| I' m strong and I' m handsome and black | |
| Plus I' m bold | |
| A mental case | |
| Sometimes stressin | |
| But then I flip | |
| Because you got to go crazy on Hollywood for your grip | |
| And you know ain' t no room in my mirror for your face | |
| And if I got y' all confused like Rubik then state yo case | |
| Yet creepshow suckas keep tryin to submerge mine | |
| But I can hold my breath for a long time | |
| I emerge with treasures and coins | |
| A thick sack | |
| And your life ain' t mine to take | |
| Now kick back | |
| Cause if it don' t make dollas | |
| Sucka you know the poem | |
| Cause either you pimpin this game | |
| Or you just hoin | |
| Now get up outta mine | |
| Nigga | |
| I' m the bomb | |
| Droppin heat on your homeboys | |
| And spreadin like napalm | |
| Cause I got more styles than your car' s got miles | |
| And I | |
| Got more styles than a hotel' s got towels | |
| Cause I kicks it in | |
| So many ways Uh huh and we can flip it in | |
| So many ways Cause we can rock a party | |
| So many ways Got bomb for everybody | |
| So many ways Now baby can you feel it in | |
| So many ways Cause you know we can deal it in | |
| So many ways And I can make your body numb in | |
| So many ways Cause you ain' t never heard a nigga come | |
| So many ways Ah hah, ah hah | |
| I' m chillin, mackin, stackin up these ends | |
| I gotta check and I gots no time for no friends | |
| I bust a trick | |
| Make her bounce like a lowlow | |
| While I' m twisted off that bud | |
| Countin money at the momo | |
| No flow so | |
| Ain' t no need to tell the popo | |
| Believe me bra' | |
| All the snitches get the fofo | |
| Now here we come again | |
| With a brand new twist | |
| On guard | |
| I rock the party like this | |
| With so many ways to get paid | |
| I hustle for days | |
| The tenth of the month I get my government aid | |
| And the usedtobecrooks | |
| I' m puttin money on they books | |
| Cause satan got busy | |
| And many souls got took | |
| We shook up the world | |
| I did it with my partner for his sons and my daughter | |
| You don' t have to be no baller | |
| To kick it with me | |
| See, I stay real G | |
| D forever feedin all you punk hoes misery | |
| So many ways I can get busy | |
| So many ways I gots to get the scrilly | |
| So many ways We can have a mardigras | |
| So many ways Cause I can rock the party y' all | |
| So many ways Tell me can ya feel it in | |
| So many ways I gots to make the dividends | |
| So many ways You know I keep it real in | |
| So many ways | |
| I was known for triple m shots | |
| And straight plottin | |
| But hitten em hoes had me wastin up a knot | |
| And all these figaros crow | |
| Waitin to get hot | |
| Now it' s cool | |
| You got your spot | |
| Without that funky cock | |
| And that dramatic experience | |
| You and him went through | |
| Ain' t got nothin to do with the K | |
| So keep cool little girl | |
| This ain' t no Hollywood play | |
| Girls who wear reps | |
| And play them sucka games you play | |
| Catch the redline metro rail | |
| Blaze a trail | |
| I can feel you ain' t real | |
| And I can tell | |
| From meetin different people | |
| Figures to throats | |
| Scandalous to the rich | |
| Goodhearted to the broke | |
| And these young and old folk | |
| They like to hear good music | |
| If it' s weak lose it | |
| But if it' s bumpin choose it | |
| But don' t abuse it | |
| And try to take it to the brain | |
| If you do you' ll be caught up in a strain | |
| And be hangin on my thang in | |
| So many ways Now watch me put it down in | |
| So many ways You know I like to get my clown in | |
| So many ways We can flip the sound in | |
| So many ways K and D got it humpin in | |
| So many ways You know you wanna bump it in | |
| So many ways We can have a mardigras | |
| So many ways You know I rocks the party y' all | |
| So many ways | |
| So many ways x8 | |
| I walk three thousand miles for a taste of that gangsta shit | |
| Messin around with G1 | |
| And the DJ Quik | |
| Stick and move from eastwest | |
| In vest like stocks | |
| I went from pushin Nikes to pushin drops | |
| around and go platinum quick | |
| Messin with Quik | |
| Nigga got hits like Swizz | |
| So watch your trick | |
| See me playin Avirex and the Pepe' s | |
| No shirt on | |
| Your girl sweat me | |
| And I' ma hit it if she let me | |
| Backsides bangin | |
| Hangin | |
| All amazed | |
| She get this dick in So many ways | |
| Blow her back out | |
| Then I mack out | |
| Freak the keys to the Lex | |
| Or find me havin sex in my NSX | |
| I' m from the BX | |
| But we flex from east to west | |
| So while you niggas coasttrippin | |
| We' ll be cashin them checks | |
| Peter Gunz | |
| One of the most incredible ones | |
| G1, Quik, we rolls thick | |
| And gets the job done in | |
| So many ways Cause I kick it in | |
| So many ways You know that I can flip it in | |
| So many ways And I can rock a party | |
| So many ways I got bomb for everybody | |
| So many ways Bring it from the Bronx in | |
| So many ways From New York to Compton | |
| So many ways We keep it pumpin | |
| So many ways Uh | |
| So many ways x16 |
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