Hey, never understood how we did it
How we made this music groove your very soul
Yo, I lamp out in the rented E-7 V-12 screamer
The new Benz, seen her? 290 thou', wow
Something your rap budget does not allow
Why you laughing? I don't see nothing funny
Pull back two Mac-10's now it's a big Mac-20
That is the basics, Quik and I we run the Matrix
Hold your mouth don't say shit, walk through any borough
That stretch from here past the tri-borough
Better respect us dog we thorough
Don't get confused, we smashing crews, it's my rules
Step incorrect and get abused
I bring the ruck to any cats bringing drama
Make 'em feel it like Tupac's, Dear Mama
It can be pitch black and I'll spot you
Boom, kick in your door like Big Poppa
Never, Xzibit
DJ motherfucking Quik
Erick Sermon
Ay, tell me what you get when your nigga Xzibit
And Quik get down with the E Double?
You get we trouble, E, make the beat bubble
Make the bass all on you shake they break out
To the ground and dig em out of E rubble
Partying, happy that you shook the whole crib
And if you got a pound E Dub I got dibs
'Cause this is how we do it here
It's ironic that you done stepped into a room
Of purple hydroponic, fat booty bitches sparkling
Trying to take you to a star
Trying to get you to recognize they know who you are
Can't you see the red carpet, they lay it out?
And if you got a fantasy, Erick they play it out
We big figure rap niggas from the gate
We been waited on and hated on since eighty-eight
Now cross my dogs or cross my path and I'ma wet you
Way down from the Compton town and I betcha that
Ha, yeah, ladies and gentleman
Yeah, the bar is now open
Come on, yeah, it's on me
Come on, yeah, presented to you, AvireX to the Z
Yeah, listen
I'm the spin doctor, Phantom of the Opera
If this was '89 I would break you off proper
Cock blocker, dump a few G's in my lolo
Not dough hoe, my nigga Big Kam and Solo
Dolo, most niggas react like a homo
And when they with a crowd now they wanna get loud
Wanna act wild and act like your criminal file
Is stretching a mile but really got the heart of a child
[Unverified] steal our tickets, extra points like a field goal kicker
Like a fucked up D A with a charge that ain't sticking
I'm walking away a free man 'cos y'all niggas softer than sand
'Cos we fucking a fan and locking out with your pan
I fucked your mother, so now I'm the motherfucking man
Break fool on the track like it's supposed to be
And break bread with the real niggas close to me, EPMD
Come on, yeah, DJ Quik in the motherfucking house
Yeah, this dick in your mouth, ha, come on, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, come on, yeah, you think it ain't?
The West coast broadcasting live in 1999
All the way bouncing through millennium
Ha, come on, yeah
Yo, millennium shit, yeah, come on, yo, millennium shit
Yeah, come on, yo, millennium shit
Yeah, yo, DJ motherfucking Quik
Yeah, yeah, ha, yo, yo
Yeah, Green Eyed Bandit
Yeah, bitch niggas can't stand it
Come on, yeah, keep 'em bouncing
Yeah, R.I.P. Roger Troutman
Yeah, yeah, come on, ha, yeah
Yo, yeah, what? Yeah, yeah
Hah, yeah, yeah, it's the real niggas
Yeah, bounce with me, come on
Yeah, ha, ha, ha, ha, nigga
Never understood how we did it
How we made this very music groove your soul