Mmm
Now let's get down to business, bitches
Cause'Cause it seems like y'all just keep on tryin tryin' to diss this
Nigga that you know that's been down for years
I've clowned for years, and y'all could never fade my peers
One two three four five six seven
Nine, nine, ten, Eiht you can't win
Cause'Cause all the way around nigga I gets respect
andAnd youse a nigga that can't even get no props in your set
Tragniew Park you say huhenter added
Wanna be rippin, rippin', but now it's time to do some set trippin trippin'
So listen close, cause 'cause I don't want y'all to miss
That I'm bout to break it down for this bitch, check it
Acacia, Poplar Maple Spruce Cedar Elm
WestsideWest side trees sprayin sprayin' all the fleas
that's from the three and four hundred block P-Funk riders
(SoSo niggaz watch yo' ass at that center divider *gun blast*)
Now Aaron Tyler, tell my why you seem so tameenter added
When I caught you at the airport, shakin shakin' like a crap game
You looked up and you seen my niggaz comin
And you looked like your bitch ass was bout 'bout to start runnin runnin'
But all I wanted to do was kick a little coversation (yo whatup) conversation
And see if we can fix this little situation
But would I fuck you up was what you wondered
Yeah, that's probably why you changed yourenter deleted
little pager number (punk ass)
But bitches like you don't growenter added
You can't even look me in my eye, let alone go toe to toe
And callin callin' me skinny, youse a clown
I'ma call you Theo, cause 'cause you weigh ninety-two point three pounds
Wack ass actor, movie script killer
Fool don't you know, Quik is still the nigga
Compton psycho, boy you oughta quit
Your records don't hit, and bitches don't jock your shit
You need to stay down you Compton clown
and
And get off of the nuts of the niggaz with guts
Because I'm down with the Trees, I'm down with Death Row
I'm down with Black Tone, and I'm down with the fo'
So when we cross paths and I hope that's soon
I'ma boot your motherfuckin motherfuckin' ass to the moon
You need to quit bangin bangin' under false pretense
Cause'Cause if don't make dollars, it don't make sense

*chorus*

If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin pimpin' commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the people, commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin pimpin' commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
Because you gotta give it up to the crown prince

Now I'ma swing it to the right and, right into the left hand
Take a deep breath and, cook it like a chef and
thisThis is dedicated to the C-P-T
No better yet T-T-P, or the niggaz that look up to me
I make it my business, to be that true forever
andAnd whenever I can come clever well that's my endeavor
soSo whether or not you understand, that there's only one DJ Q-U-I-K
withWith no C still you can't be me
Because I'm floatin floatin' in my Lex and, depositin depositin' fat checks and
gettinGettin mad sex while I floss the NSX and
doin
Doin' what I wanna, and youse a goner nigga
forFor thinkin that you can catch me slippin slippin' on a street corner
Remember Compton's in the house, and Quik is in the hood
SippinSippin' yak with all my niggaz cause 'cause it's tooted good
So don't knock it til till you try it, cause 'cause Eiht he tried to knock it
But he's still walkin walkin' round with my nuts in his pocket (beyotch)
So put tha P in it represent and sip that Miller
And for those of y'all concerned, this isenter deleted
still Eiht Killa *gun blast*
Let me take a load off my scrotum little pest
If it don't make dollers dollars nigga, you know the rest
*chorus*If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the people, commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
Because you gotta give it up to the crown prince

Now I done sold my fuckin fuckin' soul to the shit that I kick
While you groupie ass niggaz keep on ridin ridin' the dick
You oughta know that DJ Quik ain't your average everyday motherfucker
(hah) SlickEveryday motherfucker, slick like a snake cause 'cause I stuck ya
Now, I never had my dick sucked by a man befo'
But you gon gon' be the first you little trick ass hoe
Then you can tell me just how it taste
But before I nut I shoot some piss in your face
you fuckinYou fuckin' coward, tremblin tremblin' like a nervous wreck
Cause
'Cause when I caught your ass, you put yourself in check
And when you left my presence, you left expedient
You ain't no fuckin fuckin' killer, youse a comedian, beyotch
Tell me why you act so scary
GivinGivin' your set a bad name wit your misspelled name
E-I-H-T, now should I continue
Yeah you left out the G cause 'cause the G ain't in you
Remember that time you was rollin rollin' on the Westside West side
And a little brown bucket pulled up on your sideenter added
Caught at that light in your Camry in the midst of a
REALReal killer, tell me did you feel a little nervous (hell yeah)
You was in the shadow of death
With with two trey-five-sevens pointed
Pointed at your chest, hmm
Whatchu gon chest whatchu gon' do, where was your niggaz
Niggaz that kill at
You you ain't got no killers so kill dat
HoldinHoldin' up your hands and beggin beggin' for a pass
You lucky they didn't just to get to dumpin dumpin' on yo' ass
Cause'Cause this game you think is funny is some real shit
So you need to be more careful who you fuckin fuckin' wit, beyotch!
*chorus*If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
(line 4)So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
I'm through playin playin' with your punk ass
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
Because you gotta give it up to the crown prince

Shouts goes out, to my well known road dog
What's up Dozun Tru, they don't understand it baby
theyThey can't fade us out here on these Compton streets (beyotch)
It's bigger than they can imagine
To to the whole entireenter added
Death Row family
Both both sides, whassup niggaz
And my nigga big Big Suge, known for keepin keepin' shit poppin poppin'

To my nigga Big J, my little nigga Hi-C, little straight G
And that little singin singin' ass nigga Danny Boy
Y'all don't understand, y'all can't fade this
I'MI'm the first nigga that was "Bangin "Bangin' on Wax"
Yeah if you remember, nineteen eighty-seven underground tapes
And it don't stop, and it won't stop