Dollaz + Sense

Now let's get down to business, bitches

'Cause it seems like y'all just keep on tryin' to diss this

**** that you know that's been down for years

I've clowned for years

And y'all could never fade my peers

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven

Nine, ten, eight, you can't win

'Cause all the way around, ****, I gets respect

And you's a **** that can't even get no props in your set

Tragniew Park you say, huh?

Wanna be rippin' but now it's time to do some set trippin'

So listen close 'cause I don't wan't ya'll to miss

That I'm 'bout to break it down for this bitch

Check it

Acacia, poplar, maple, spruce, cedar, elm

Westside trees sprayin' all the fleas

That's from the three and four hunnid block P funk riders

(So, ****, watch your ass at that center divider)

Now, Aaron Tyler, tell me why you seem so tame

When I caught you at the airport, shakin' like a crap game?

You looked up and you seen my **** comin'

And you looked like your bitch ass was 'bout to start runnin'

But all I wanted to do was kick a little conversation

And see if we can fix this little situation

But would I fuck you up is what you wondered

Yeah, that's probably why you changed your little pager number

But bitches like you don't grow

You can't even look me in my eye, let alone go toe to toe

And callin' me skinny, you's a clown

I'ma call you Theo 'cause you weigh ninety two point three pounds

Wack ass actor, movie script killer

Fool, don't you know, Quik is still the ****

Compton psycho, boy, you ought to quit

Your records don't hit and bitches don't jock your shit

You need to stay down, you Compton clown

And get off of the nuts of the **** with guts

Because I'm down with the trees, I'm down with Death Row

I'm down with Black Tone and I'm down with the four

So when we cross paths and I hope that's soon

I'ma boot your motherfuckin' ass to the moon

You need to quit bangin' under false pretense

'Cause if it don't make dollaz, it don't make sense

If it don't make dollaz, it don't make sense

So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence

If it don't make dollaz, it don't make sense

So don't kill game, let the people  commence

If it don't make dollaz, it don't make sense

So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence

If it don't make dollaz, it don't make sense

Because you gotta give it up to the crown prince

Now I'ma swing to the right and right into the left and

Take a deep breath and cook it like a chef and

This is dedicated to the CPT

No better yet, TTP, or the **** that look up to me

I make it my business to be that true forever

And whenever I can come clever, well, that's my endeavor

So whether or not you understand

That there's only one DJ Q U I K

With no C, still you can't be me

Because I'm floatin' in my Lex and

Depositin' fat checks and

Gettin' mad sex while I floss the NSX and

Doin' what I wanna and you's a goner, ****

For thinkin' that you could catch me slippin' on a street corner

Remember, Compton's in the house and Quik is in the hood

Sippin' Yak with all my **** 'cause it's tuned to good

So don't knock it till you try it

'Cause Eiht, he tried to knock it

But he's still walkin' round with my nuts in his pocket

So put the P in it, represent and sip that Miller

And so those of y'all concerned

This is still Eiht Killa

Let me take a load off my scrotum, little pest

If it don't make dollaz, ****, you know the rest

If it don't make dollaz, it don't make sense

So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence

If it don't make dollaz, it don't make sense

So don't kill game, let the people commence

If it don't make dollaz, it don't make sense

So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence

If it don't make dollaz, it don't make sense

Because you gotta give it up to the crown prince

Now I done sold my fuckin' soul to the shit that I kick

While you groupie ass **** keep on ridin' the dick

You oughta know that DJ Quik

Ain't your average everyday motherfucker

Slick like a snake 'cause I stuck ya

Now, I never had my dick sucked by a man before

But you gon' be the first, you little trick ass ho

Then you can tell me just how it tastes

But before I nut, I shoot some piss in your face

You fuckin' coward, tremblin' like a nervous wreck

'Cause when I caught your ass, you put yourself in check

And when you left my presence, you left speedy-in'

You ain't no fuckin' killer, you's a comedian, biatch

Tell me why you act so scary

Givin' your set a bad name with your misspelled name

E I H T, now should I continue?

Yeah, you left out the G 'cause the G ain't in you

Remember that time you was rollin' on the westside

And a little brown bucket pulled up on your side?

Caught at that light in your Camry in the midst of a real killer

Tell me, did you feel a little nervous?

You was in the shadow of death

With two Trent five sevens pointed at your chest

Hmm, what you gonna do?

Where was your **** that kill at?

You ain't got no killers, so kill that

Holdin' up your hands and beggin' for a pass

You lucky they didn't just to get to dumpin' on your ass

'Cause this game you think is funny is some real shit

So you need to be more careful who you fuckin' with, biatch

If it don't make dollaz, it don't make sense

So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence

If it don't make dollaz, it don't make sense

I'm through playin' with your punk ass

If it don't make dollaz, it don't make sense

So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence

If it don't make dollaz, it don't make sense

Because you gotta give it up to the crown prince

Shouts go out to my well known road dog

What's up Donzelle Tru?

They don't understand it, baby

They can't fade us out here on these Compton streets

It's bigger than they can imagine

To the whole entire Death Row family

Both sides, what's up, ****?

And my ****, Big Suge, known for keepin' shit poppin'

To my ****, Big J

My little ****, Hi-C

Little straight G

And that little singin' ass ****, Danny Boy

Y'all don't understand

Y'all can't fake this

I'm the first **** that was bangin' on wax

Yeah, if you remember 1987 underground tapes

And it don't stop and it won't stop