[18 seconds of non-lyrics to open]      [Wyclef] Let's go Quik      [DJ Quik]   I wanna, punch them niggaz sayin gold don't rock   And I wanna, rape that bitch that told a lie on 'Pac   I wanna right some wrongs before I put my coast on lock   So when you see the glock bastard don't you go into shock   If the hood hates me I'll buy your enemies guns   and have 'em clappin on you shermheads, takin your funds   Scarin you motherfuckers to death, give you the runs   You better nice up, before you leak and warm the ice up      [Wyclef Jean]   I wanna murder the sniper that shot at Martin Luther King   Then get rid of the Viagra cause I'm strictly ginseng   Campaign in the hood if you want progress   Take all the gangs, put 'em up in Congress   Quik is so quick, listen to the ba-bum ba-bum   Brooklyn Zoo, California, with guns the size of   elephant trunk, trunk trunks, ladies shake your hump hump   Get your "Flashlight" cause we crunk like P-Funk      [Chorus: Wyclef]   Ladies - I know you feel me   If you up in the party let me see you shake your body   like you got no bones and you tipsy off the Henny   Thugs - easy with the slugs tonight   I'm tryin to meet my wife tonight, make love tonight   You don't wanna see yo' body on ice, right      [DJ Quik]   Now if I snapped, it was just a matter of time   before I turned into the Mad Hatter, splatter your bladder   On the morning after, you can't refute the disaster   Cause body parts get musty in plaster (ew)   Don't try to call a truce cause I'm still comin after you   I don't like your kids but I'ma spare 'em; maybe later   add 'em to my harem, and share 'em with the niggaz you like the least   That still got it out for yo' ass when you swiped the piece      [Wyclef Jean]   Yo, ever since "The Score" Quik these rappers just bored   So I ain't rap no more; I wrote songs for   Whitney Houston you could catch me with Santana   Bandana on tour, DipSet'n like Santana   We don't sell like we used to sell?   That's cause they live in America, we get worldwide sales   I'm on tour half of the year, you can't see me cuz   And your career gon' be as long as Britney's wedding was, ya heard?      [Chorus]      [Wyclef - singing]   California, knows how to party   when I land in the L-A-X   Quik picked me up, four freaks in a stretch   Big California chronic, me nah smoke sess   But it's all buddha bless from the East and the West   Throw up yo' set, I don't say this often   But we gotta keep the peace, too many in a coffin   Pour some liquor for my cousins out in Compton      [DJ Quik]   I'm not a kingpin, I'm just a wing man   Strapped to the teeth with a blunt, and a green can   A-B-C-D-E-F no G   Hennessy and Olde E, we run so deep   86 your concubine, he's just an old creep   You're so weak nigga and your hoes is so cheap nigga   You can't even get a prop on your own street   I'm at the Lake Park and Meridian if you wanna speak      [Chorus]