Yea   I rough voco, for my locos.   My nigga Hi-C, 2nd II None, AMG      And the Q-U the new   You knew   I can flip it to any particular groove   I came ok now   Check it if you want to but it's all in vein   Because me game is stil the same    Perfection!   Fill me as I fill you in   I never rode a pony but I'm genuine   So give me just a little bit of nicotine   And a sticky greeen   And I'm a hit it with the icky cream   Booyah I hit her on the neck with a whip   And made the hooker jump without a safety net   Hit the ground break her back   Get up and do it again because she can really take a shot on the chin   caffeine cappucino chase it with some no-doz   Up all night like the moon glows   Searching for new hoes   They really want to follow my lead   indeed and give a nigga just what I need      Chorus:   When I'm on speed   I'm faster then most   And I can rock a party from coast to coast      The Q-U-I-K is the name I spell   124 beats per minute I rock well   Because I'm tight to the second power   When I hit the liquor   And I don't serve emcees   I'm serve dickas   Bang bang boogie   When I hit a shot of loogie   And the Booger try to put it on me   But I got phat moves to show her   I spread it like Noah   I strut backside like a Boa   Constrictor when I dicked her down   Game feel just like a circus clown when I work this   Jack of all trades   Master to few   Test these testes; 1, 2   Gettin down with my nigga AM to the G in the PM   Hookers wanna see him   Big cat callin   Superfat ballin   Indeed    Give us what we need   When I'm on speed      Chorus 4x      Faster than the Concord   On board   Call me the pilot   Baby better let me know shes excited   In the testerosa   Sipppin memosas   Girls want me to sign posters   International with the steelo   Got hookers from Cancun to Reo   Fire (?ignite it?)   But we don't even try it   You can't but it   Got freaks at the Hyatt   Hit the weed up   Then turn the speed up   The booty from the backs the only way I eat up   Quicker than Jackie Chan   I search off the Goochi like a rubber band   You want to be more than the average man   But the hoe needs a job and a man   And a retirement plan   So baby don't cry the blues   Cause I know a gang of hoes in your shoes      Chorus 4x   La da la da da da ('till fade)