DESCRIPTION:
The lyrics were way too long so i could not fit all of it on here
Lyrics:

Yo, this is DJ Quik
And quite frankly
I think we gotta be some of the baddest motherfuckers
that ever fuckedwith rap music
Cause this album right here is on some old cool shit
If you don抰 believe me
Just give me three and a half seconds and I抣l show you
You ready?

One, one and a half
Two, two and a half
Three, three and a half

Uh
Yeah
Got my niggas 2nd II None up in this bitch
My nigga Peter Gunz
That抯 right
AMG, El Debarge, Playa Hamm, Hi-C, Suga Free
Check this shit out

I'm like fries in a skillet
Much too hot to hold
I'm strong and I'm handsome and black
Plus I'm bold
A mental case
Sometimes stressin
But then I flip
Because you got to go crazy on Hollywood for your grip
And you know ain't no room in my mirror for your face
And if I got y'all confused like Rubik then state yo case
Yet creepshow suckas keep tryin to submerge mine
But I can hold my breath for a long time
I emerge with treasures and coins
A thick sack
And your life ain't mine to take
Now kick back
Cause if it don't make dollas
Sucka you know the poem
Cause either you pimpin this game
Or you just hoin
Now get up outta mine
Nigga
I'm the bomb
Droppin heat on your homeboys
And spreadin like napalm
Cause I got more styles than your car's got miles
And I
Got more styles than a hotel's got towels
Cause I kicks it in

So many ways (Uh huh and we can flip it in)
So many ways (Cause we can rock a party)
So many ways (Got bomb for everybody)
So many ways (Now baby can you feel it in)
So many ways (Cause you know we can deal it in)
So many ways (And I can make your body numb in)
So many ways (Cause you ain't never heard a nigga come)
So many ways (Ah hah, ah hah)