What's Next (feat. Mr. Malik)

This DJ, he gets down

Mixing records while they go 'round

To the hip to the hop, you just don't stop

Producing funky tracks till it makes you drop

Conjunction junction, what's my function?

I'm hookin' up tracks so that **** can function

It's not Pete Rock or that **** Dr. Dre

It's this muthafuckin' **** from around the way

The one that brings you styles on times-y, wimes-y

That's why it's so hard to find me

Conduction, construction when I bust choo choo, bustas

It's a must when I bust when I bust, I gotta come correct

The R to the E to the S-P-ect architect

Yup, ****, no, I'm not tweaking

It's one of the sixteen minds that I'm speaking

The W-A, the double-R, the E into the R

A-B-C-D-E-F to the muthafuckin' G

Ooh, shit, as I flex, I wrecks, I checks, so what's next?

Oh, who's next, to catch wreck on the menu

I snap necks when I flex, let me continue

Send you on a mission when I rock

It goes on and on and on, and you know it don't stop

Yes, I'm back on another route, ready to take 'em all out

Nuh can't get with this 'cause they get faded without a doubt

Check 'em, I wreck 'em like 1-2-3, why?

They can't fuck with that rude one Malik

Will I drop it, can't stop it, lit it up like a rocket

When they get out of line, I grip the nine out my pocket

Lock it down, yeah, that's what I do

How could you come solo, ****, when I run through your whole crew?

I rule, fool, act like you heard it

The one I run with, can't remember the last he murdered

Dem do away or dem get dealt with

Kill the noise I want silence, no bomboclaat bullshit

****, it's all about my grip

So the one who starts to slip is the one who gets ripped

Kept a chip on my shoulder, not now that I'm older

They, all of me, the LBG high roller

'Cause back in the days, on the side where it's at

**** come up missin' if they didn't have they strap

So why try to be like me

Just when you pull back a G and I think I'm Mr. Malik

Well, if the beat is funkadelic then the tune is right

Mr. Malik and Warren G, so tonight's the night that we spark

We spark in the dark when we do it in the park

Well, its the A to the B (And the C to the D)

Hey, my name is Mr. Malik with that DJ Warren G

Mr. Malik, can you hear me?

Yes, I'm the host with the most, they can't get close or even near me

I said a tick, tock, ticking to the era

I said a-pick which Glock, bitches get shot, it's still terror

Terror, terror, pick which Glock

Which one, the black one with the big pin lock

Me and Dre in a five hundred, so those who wanna get dropped

**** go knock, knock, I trick a flow non-stop

Fly double, I never slip, trip or flip flop

The tune is funkadelic, the crew was right

But if Malik will make you smell it, then tonight's the night

For me to stay trump tight, up with my **** Warren G

That's sorrow when you borrow but you can't be owing me

What's next

I said, what's next, what's next, what's N-X-E-T

It's me, Warren to the muthafuckin' G

Flowing with my little homie named Malik

Yes, everybody will just tweak

Off the new style, ill ease, that we got

Yes, it's me, Warren G on the block

Pump, pump, block Glock, let me just tick, tock

It's me, Warren G on the muthafuckin' rock-n-roll

Stroll, then stiff back to the rap

It's me with the big black mack, eleven strap

So let me, uh, flix to the flex

Woo, so what's next

If the beat is funkadelic, then the tune is right

Mr. Malik and Warren G, so tonight's the night that we spark

'Cause we spark in the dark when we do it in the park