Quik Is The Name

[DJ Quik]

You want to see a young brother from the Compton tip check a grip

Well keep lookin', because the see-A-M-E-O track is cookin'

Like a big ol' pot of neck bones, we'll tend to fire up

Because a young brother like the Quik is gettin' wired upYou 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 uprootedA young scallion in them khaki suits and booted

With a 40 in hand I'm a take a stand

I'm lettin' em know they can't fuck with the one man band

And if a soft sucker want to know who's to blame

I let 'em know - Quik is the Name[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' lowWhat 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 want to win some go on and try your luck

Punk, put your money on the floor and get buckedBy 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 'emSo suckers get at me I'm the "Q" in quotations

And the see-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[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 jackedYou 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 doOr 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 gatIn the city where surival is a full-time job black

And it ain't givin' nothin' back

The fo'-fo'll keep a motherfucker tame

Behind the trigger yo, Quik is the Name

Songwriters

BLAKE, DAVID MARVINPublished by

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