Tonart: Eb major•
Verse 1
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Cm
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Now let's get down to business,
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bitches
Gm
Cause it seems like y'all just
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keep on tryin to diss this
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that's been down for years
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Gm
I've clowned for years,
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Cm
and y'all could never fade my peers
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One two three four five six seven
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Nine, ten, Eiht you can't win
Cm
Cause all the way around
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nigga I gets respect
Ab
Gm
And youse a nigga that can't
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even get no props in your set
Cm
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Tragniew Park you say huh
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Gm
Wanna be rip pin,
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Bb
but now it's time to do some set trippin
So listen close,
Cm
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Ab
cause I don't want y'all to miss
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Fm
That I'm bout to break it down for this bitch,
Cm
Eb
Aca cia, Poplar Maple Spruce
Ab
Gm
Cedar Elm
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Westside trees sprayin all the fleas
Cm
That's from the three and four
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hundred block P- Funk riders
Gm
(So niggaz watch yo' ass at
Bb
that center divider)
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tell my why you seem so tame
Ab
Gm
When I caught you at the airport,
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shakin like a crap game
Cm
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You looked up and you seen my
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niggaz comin
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And you looked like your bitch
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ass was bout to start runnin
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Eb
Ab
But all I wanted to do was kick a little
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coversation (yo whatup)
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And see if we can fix this little situation
Cm
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But would I fuck you up was
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Yeah, that's probably why you changed
your little pager number (punk ass)
Cm
Eb
But bitches like you don't grow
Ab
Gm
You can't even look me in my eye,
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Bb
let alone go toe to toe
Cm
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And callin me skinny, youse a clown
Ab
Gm
I'ma call you Theo,
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cause you weigh ninety- two point three pounds
Cm
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Ab
Wack ass actor, movie script killer
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Fool don't you know,
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Quik is still the nigga
Cm
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Ab
Compton psycho, boy you oughta quit
Gm
Your records don't hit,
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Cm
and bitches don't jock your shit
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You need to stay down you
Gm
And get off of the nuts of the
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Because I'm down with the Trees,
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Ab
I'm down with Death Row
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I'm down with Black Tone,
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Bb
and I'm down with the fo'
Cm
So when we cross paths
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and I hope that's soon
Ab
Gm
Bb
I'ma boot your motherfuckin ass
to the moon
Cm
You need to quit bangin
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under false pretense
Ab
Gm
Cause if don't make dollars,
Cm
If it don't make dollars,
Verse 2
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Gm
Fm
So don't kill game,
Bb
let the pimpin commence
Cm
If it don't make dollars,
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it don't make sense
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Fm
So don't kill game,
let the people, commence
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Cm
If it don't make dollars,
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it don't make sense
Gm
Fm
So don't kill game,
Bb
let the pimpin commence
Cm
If it don't make dollars,
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Ab
it don't make sense
Gm
Fm
Because you gotta give it up
Cm
Now I'ma swing it to the right and,
Verse 3
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right into the left hand
Gm
Take a deep breath and,
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cook it like a chef and
Cm
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This is dedicated to the C- P- T
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No better yet T- T- P,
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or the niggaz that look up to me
Cm
I make it my business,
to be that true forever
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Gm
And whenever I can come clever
well that's my endeavor
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Bb
Cm
So whether or not you understand,
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Ab
Gm
that there's only one DJ Q- U- I- K
Fm
With no C still you can't be me
Bb
Cm
Eb
Because I'm floatin in my Lex and,
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depositin fat checks and
Gm
Bb
Gettin mad sex while I floss the NSX and
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Ab
and youse a goner nigga
Gm
For thinkin that you can catch me slippin
Cm
Remember Compton's in the house,
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Ab
and Quik is in the hood
Gm
Sip pin yak with all my
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niggaz cause it's tooted good
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Cm
Eb
So don't knock it til you try it, cause
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Eiht he tried to knock it
Gm
But he's still walkin round with my
Bb
nuts in his pocket (beyotch)
Cm
So put tha P in it repres
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Ab
ent and sip that Miller
Gm
And for those of y'all concerned,
Bb
this is still Eiht Killa
Cm
Eb
Ab
Let me take a load off my scrotum little pest
Gm
If it don't make dollers nigga,
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Cm
you know the rest
Interlude 1
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Now
Verse 4
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Gm
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I done sold
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my fuckin soul to the shit that I kick
Gm
While you groupie ass niggaz keep
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on ridin the dick
Cm
You oughta know that DJ Quik ain't your
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average everyday motherfucker
Bb
(Hah) Slick like a snake cause I stuck ya
Cm
Eb
Now, I never had my dick sucked
Gm
Bb
But you gon be the first
Cm
you little trick ass hoe
Eb
Then you can tell me just
Ab
how it taste
Gm
But before I nut I shoot some
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Gm
tremblin like a nervous wreck
Cause when I caught your ass,
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you put yourself in check
And when you left my presence,
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Eb
you left ex pedient
Ab
Gm
You ain't no fuckin killer,
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Bb
youse a comedian, beyotch
Cm
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Tell me why you act so scary
Gm
Givin your set a bad name
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wit your misspelled name
Cm
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Ab
E- I- H- T, now should I continue
Gm
Yeah you left out the G
Bb
cause the G ain't in you
Cm
Remember that time you was
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Ab
Gm
rollin on the Westside
Bb
And a little brown bucket
pulled up on your side
Cm
Eb
Caught at that light in your
Ab
Camry in the midst of a
Gm
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REAL killer, tell me did you feel a little
Eb
You was in the shadow of death
Ab
Gm
Bb
With two trey- five- sevens pointed at your chest,
hmm
Whatchu gon do,
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Ab
Gm
where was your niggaz that kill at
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Bb
You ain't got no killers so kill dat
Cm
Holdin up your hands
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and beggin for a pass
Ab
Gm
You lucky they didn't just
Bb
to get to dumpin on yo' ass
Cause this game you think is
Cm
Eb
funny is some real shit
Ab
Gm
Bb
So you need to be more careful who you fuckin wit,
Cm
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Ab
Gm
Fm
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Cm
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beyotch!
Verse 5
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I'm through playin with your punk ass
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Cm
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Gm
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Verse 6
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Shouts goes out,
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to my well known road dog
Cm
What's up Dozun Tru,
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Gm
they don't understand it baby
They can't fade us out here on
Bb
these Compton streets (beyotch)
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Eb
It's bigger than they can imagine
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Bb
To the whole entire Death Row family
Both sides,
Cm
Eb
whassup niggaz
Ab
Gm
Fm
And my nigga big Suge, known
Bb
for keepin shit poppin
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To my nigga Big J,
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Fm
my little nigga Hi- C, little straight G
Bb
Cm
Bb
And that little singin ass nigga Danny Boy
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Gm
Y'all don't understand,
Bb
y'all can't fade this
Cm
Eb
I'M the first nigga
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that was "Bangin on Wax"
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Yeah if you remember,
Cm
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nineteen eighty- seven underground tapes
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Cm
And it don't stop, and it won't stop
Outro 1
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