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Dj Quik - Murda 1 Case - текст песни, видео

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Dj Quik - Murda 1 Case - текст песни, видео

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[patois chatta that can't be made out for 10 seconds]


Watch it! WAR-NING!

Aiyy-yo, aiyy-yo, aiyy-yo, aiyy-yo!


[more chatta talk]


[KK]

I had to figure out a way to touch 'em

Expose the money and hoes had to rush 'em

Six by nine Pioneers up in my Cutlass

So I can bump N.W.A., and my tape - fuck it!

Gots to work to add to my little paper

Need a boost, so I gots to pull me some capers

Circulate the dollar pull a broad I ain't the type to drape her

She roll and she real - if not, I got to shake her

Or turn her mind to the next page (face)

Face fears fuck, drama let's get paid (paid)

Business first, then we'll crack a spot so we can play

In the cut somewhere with some drink out the way

Now KK is the name, no actin just mackin

Without runnin some game, together we can stack it

Y'all niggaz fuckin with the original raspy

Haters talk shit and they split;

not knowin that they rolled right past me


[chatta Chorus]


[DJ Quik]

I ain't nervous - I'm lookin for plot for a debt that's overdue

Hangin out the window of the rental, we dumpin over you

We do walk-bys, skip-bys, bicycle-bys

Waterhose-douse-bys, bush-in-front-ya-house-bys (yes)

Bein a rider is more than sound effects

With wires wrapped 'round ya neck, you know the sound that's next!

{*gagging*} With a twist snap you fall

We duct-tapin your wrists, ankles, laps and all

We love that 'Goodfellas', 'Scarface', all that mafia stuff

But a few volumes of 'Faces of Death' get you coppin it tough

Look at the autopsy, where fly-swatters got mashed for miles

Writin checks that they insides couldn't cash! (ewww)

Like raw steak, them vital organs they soft

Pharoahe Monch and K, like chrome they popped off

Chunky to wicked, and me yeah Quik did it

The murder, the mayhem, like 40 we Sic'Wid'It!


[chatta Chorus]


[Pharoahe Monch]

What the fuck do we have here?

Pharoahe Monch, let's make one thing clear

Forget the tiger, I admire the eye of the bull

Spit it for the critics and the undesirables

Quik beats bang like street gangs in inner city

I Bang- like -ladesh, plus bang like shit ain't shitty

Shitty, sell fake Gucci bags on eBay

So advanced when I rhyme that you need time de-lay

These three and up company like Jack Tripper

To get in Depp like Johnny but not Jack the Ripper

Tripped ya, the slumpture slasher

will rupture yout whole team and abduct your church pastor

You know you gotta get it from the incredible mastermind

with disastrous raps hard to find or follow

The motto - DJ Quik shit

hit mo' frequently than quick-pick lotto


[chatta Chorus]
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