Song | So Many Wayz |
Artist | DJ Quik |
Album | The Best of DJ Quik - Da Finale |
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) |
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 |