[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 needin'   'Cause it ain't me your wife keeps turnin' down    While she's tellin' you she bleedin' (she's lying to you)   It ain't my fault I'm lookin' 23 and twenty-fo'   All day long hottest tracks rockin' any show (true)   Notorious for making bitches horny   While you lookin' old walkin' through that corn lookin' 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 goin' for us    To be where we need to be at...believe that   Stop beggin' for a beat you can't afford it (uh uh)   They hotter than them pretty red Dada's I be sportin' (uh huh)   'Cause I got the home court and when I'm rappin'    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 fuckin' my vibe off with them homosexual ways   Me and my nigga...we on some new improved shit   Makin' you groove shit, get paid and move quick   Nigga you gettin' mad 'cause I'm shakin' my belly   In a stretch navigator makin' moves on the celly   Talkin' 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   Bustin' 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   Sportin' a battle scar   But there's a lotta fake niggas, sportin' a fake crown   Straight up out the swapmeet, bustin' 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   Livin' life's like a skill   Too much, cruder name    But baby I betcha   Fuckin' wit this money here, oh c'mon man I gotta getcha