DJ Quik — Life Jacket

[Chorus: Keisha Smith] Woe is me I can't get my bread up when it's so easy I can't keep my head above the stormy seas All I need, someone to look out for me Toss me...(A life jacket) Toss me...(A life jacket) Toss me...(A life jacket) Toss me...(A life jacket) [Verse 1: Suga Free] Ain't it so sweet, how I emerge Making richy glitzy bourgeois people Come party with us, kick it and splurge So I'ma [Suga Free] and keep me a life jacket on Take the bitter with the sweet And keep my hookers in the street And keep [Suga Free] oh yeah I'm on my way up to glory with this one this time dammit Because I heard there's more there [Suga Free] This can only be done by us Now beg this pardon for me Turn it up one good time and get the money [Suga Free] Oh my God, I'm Quik like [Quik: 'You love California for the gold, right?'] Nah, the broads [Suga Free] Bitch, the shit I told you not to do today applies for every day, ho Get it straight [Suga Free] Shit, did you fuck me? [Quik: What?] You mean, you stayed home, bitch Because your dog had puppies? [Suga Free] Yeah, after I get off ho, take that Long Beach out, then sunset Come back home and get my neck wet [Chorus: Keisha Smith] Woe is me I can't get my bread up when it's so easy I can't keep my head above the stormy seas All I need, someone to look out for me Toss me...(A life jacket) Toss me...(A life jacket) Toss me...(A life jacket) Toss me...(A life jacket) [Verse 2: DJ Quik] I'm in a Chevy with the top dropped I parked both Benzes, but neither's in the shop I'm on my third Rolex, but show me what's next And I'll bet I'll do get it, do it, done it — dag gum it, I'm a mess And when I play this guitar, it's goin' make my dick hard Something like the Scarecrow, Michael Jackson, fuck the Wizard I should have gone Gilliard, bipolar is Julliard Either extreme, I'll kill you motherfuckers on the schoolyard Checks off, inbound — watch the Quiksta get down I hate a hacker — hacky players need to go back, sit down 'Cause if you ain't with the now, that makes you way back when And you can keep all of that retro-dated action Now get up on my time zone, quit workin' with limestones Switch that shit for marble and granite Produced Whitney and Janet Oh. you can't — nobody else on this planet It's just me, I'm a plant And I'm so dope, you can't handle it I'm rhymin', you ramblin' I rhyme and you ramblin' [Chorus: Keisha Smith] Woe is me I can't get my bread up when it's so easy I can't keep my head above the stormy seas All I need, someone to look out for me Toss me...(A life jacket) Toss me...(A life jacket) Toss me...(A life jacket) Toss me...(A life jacket) [Verse 3: Dom Kennedy] Yeah, tryna burn somethin' Buy a lot of books these days, tryna learn somethin' Cars that ain't got no miles, tou know my style See me and be like 'wow', she so aroused Had to let the windows down, you know the crown The all black White Sox hat, it's goin' down Take a nigga shoppin' or somethin', don't be frontin' Told everybody we datin', no we wasn't We was just havin' some fun, then you tripped Talkin' that relationship shit, then I dipped Went to the studio, quick, Got with Quik Told him 'let me get a 16', made a hit The O.P.M. money, legit, I keep countin' Last week I made ten records off three ounces I'ma need a house with a view and like three fountains Just a little something for my niggas to keep bouncin' Uh, 'cause we don't dance much I still sag and pull my pants up Aye, y'all should start doin' stand up You sold records, pull them scans up Aye, said my niggas pull them vans up Aye, now you niggas understand us Yeah, DJ Quik hooked the jam up Sound like he hooked the band up Suga Free, I'm a fan, bruh Aye, damn, this finna fuck the land up Uh — 'cause it'll never stop Your style is like lemonade, it'll never pop Every time you on TV, I don't never watch I'm the one who created the game, I can never flop Rest in Peace to Etta James, she's in a better spot This summer I'm making fur and wearing leather hot Yeah, DJ Quik, you're the greatest