| Song | Quik Is The Name |
| Artist | DJ Quik |
| Album | Born And Raised In Compton: The Greatest Hits |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Blake | |
| You wanna see a young brother from the Compton tip check a grip | |
| well keep lookin, because the C-A-M-E-O track is cookin | |
| like a big ol pot of neckbones, we'll tend to fire up | |
| because a young brother like the Quik is gettin 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 {"Face, down, HUT HUT HUT HUT!"} | |
| I beat yo' ass as if uh 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 scallion in them khaki suits and booted | |
| With a 40 in hand I'ma take a stand | |
| I'm lettin 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 | |
| {*scratching and samples*} | |
| [DJ Quik] | |
| Now can we get back on the tip of the real unadulterated funk | |
| This beat is gettin funky just like a skunk | |
| And the funk is that I step with the style I show | |
| Let's blow these motherfuckin nimrods doin 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 I 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 | |
| {*scratching and samples*} | |
| [DJ Quik] | |
| 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 nigga can't keep from gettin 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 | |
| Bein 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 nigga like myself ain't goin out like that | |
| because I found that it pays to pack a gat | |
| in the city where surival is a full-time job black | |
| and it ain't givin nuttin back | |
| The fo'-fo'll keep a motherfucker tame | |
| Behind the trigger yo, Quik is the Name | |
| {*scratching and samples*} |
| zuo ci : Blake | |
| You wanna see a young brother from the Compton tip check a grip | |
| well keep lookin, because the CAMEO track is cookin | |
| like a big ol pot of neckbones, we' ll tend to fire up | |
| because a young brother like the Quik is gettin 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 " Face, down, HUT HUT HUT HUT!" | |
| I beat yo' ass as if uh 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 scallion in them khaki suits and booted | |
| With a 40 in hand I' ma take a stand | |
| I' m lettin 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 | |
| scratching and samples | |
| DJ Quik | |
| Now can we get back on the tip of the real unadulterated funk | |
| This beat is gettin funky just like a skunk | |
| And the funk is that I step with the style I show | |
| Let' s blow these motherfuckin nimrods doin 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 professional, rhyme hoodlum | |
| Hoochies all over my tip because I screwed ' em | |
| Onetime 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 CPT 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 | |
| scratching and samples | |
| DJ Quik | |
| 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 nigga can' t keep from gettin 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 | |
| Bein 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 nigga like myself ain' t goin out like that | |
| because I found that it pays to pack a gat | |
| in the city where surival is a fulltime job black | |
| and it ain' t givin nuttin back | |
| The fo' fo' ll keep a motherfucker tame | |
| Behind the trigger yo, Quik is the Name | |
| scratching and samples |
| zuò cí : Blake | |
| You wanna see a young brother from the Compton tip check a grip | |
| well keep lookin, because the CAMEO track is cookin | |
| like a big ol pot of neckbones, we' ll tend to fire up | |
| because a young brother like the Quik is gettin 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 " Face, down, HUT HUT HUT HUT!" | |
| I beat yo' ass as if uh 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 scallion in them khaki suits and booted | |
| With a 40 in hand I' ma take a stand | |
| I' m lettin 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 | |
| scratching and samples | |
| DJ Quik | |
| Now can we get back on the tip of the real unadulterated funk | |
| This beat is gettin funky just like a skunk | |
| And the funk is that I step with the style I show | |
| Let' s blow these motherfuckin nimrods doin 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 professional, rhyme hoodlum | |
| Hoochies all over my tip because I screwed ' em | |
| Onetime 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 CPT 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 | |
| scratching and samples | |
| DJ Quik | |
| 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 nigga can' t keep from gettin 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 | |
| Bein 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 nigga like myself ain' t goin out like that | |
| because I found that it pays to pack a gat | |
| in the city where surival is a fulltime job black | |
| and it ain' t givin nuttin back | |
| The fo' fo' ll keep a motherfucker tame | |
| Behind the trigger yo, Quik is the Name | |
| scratching and samples |