Speak On It

(Album: Balance & Options - 2000)

[DJ Quik]
Hey!
You got that see through style that I can stare through (right through)
Produce a track on you, I don't care to (I won't do it)
But I'm sympathetic to your needing
'Cause it ain't me your wife keeps turning down
While she's telling you she bleeding (she's lying to you)
It ain't my fault I'm looking 23 and twenty-fo'
All day long hottest tracks rocking any show (true)
Notorious for making bitches horny
While you looking old walking through that corn looking corny (look at that nigga)
And it's more than obvious that you're jealous
But don't hate my style, don't hate my money, don't hate my fellas
We do what we gotta do to get where we're going for us
To be where we need to be at...believe that
Stop begging for a beat you can't afford it (uh uh)
They hotter than them pretty red Dada's I be sporting (uh huh)
'Cause I got the home court and when I'm rapping
On my own tracks mothafucka I feel like Jordan!

[Music cuts off]

[Music returns]

[Mausberg]
Now what lack that I'm the realest
On top of game you fucking my vibe off with them homosexual ways
Me and my nigga...we on some new improved shit
Making you groove shit, get paid and move quick
Nigga you getting mad 'cause I'm shaking my belly
In a stretch navigator making moves on the celly
Talking to Stan, Tone and Quik on a conference call
Get ready dogg, you ponic 'bout to take off
Took the crown back, tucked it and ready for war
Busting over 2 cars, a house note and probably more
I wanna see the Madd Rapper step in my hood
So I can take him fo' a shit and all them coward niggas good
Love madresta, Kam and Crunk Dogg
Respect a nigga who done been through war
Sporting a battle scar
But there's a lotta fake niggas, sporting a fake crown
Straight up out the swapmeet, busting on wack underground

[Music cuts off]

[Old man & young man Speaking]

[Music returns]

[AMG]
Yeah, uh
I been around the whole damn world in a day
Partied wit players and haters, told 'em the rules of the game
Some in the vein, like this shit is a drug
You can catch me in the new 500 on dubs
I'm up in the club
Wanna get naked and smoke
Notice, you never see a nigga there when he broke
UH UH!
Somebody told me these hoes wanted to hold me
If a real player dress like Goldie, y'all niggas throw in a oldie
SHIT!
Niggas wanna clown, clown, clown
You can find me at down, down, down
Dot com, bring ya mom (uh huh)
She wanna see too, cartier see through
Poppa in the beat
Oh shit, it's a thrill
Tonight a couple of mill
When we party in the grill
Living life's like a skill
Too much, cruder name
But baby I betcha
Fucking wit this money here, oh c'mon man I gotta getcha