DJ Quik — Pet Semetary

[Dude] Man Quik, what they talkin' 'bout? [Dj Quik] Man they talkin' 'bout R&B music and Gangsta Rap is dead [Dude] What!? Damn [Dj Quik] Aye, we need to go bury both of them muthafuckaz in the pet semetary [Dude] Take them to Compton and Watts then [Verse 1: DJ Quik] I hit the liquor depot, on Crenshaw Where all the working class G's go Around the corner from Greg house On the next block Knocking something down 'Cause South Central got the best cock And the flyest bitches live in ran down spots That's why them niggas be Piruin' and Crippin' Tryin' to protect that ghetto pussy they hittin' And you know what you gon' get when you buy you a Quik beat And you know what's gon' happen your bitches and Quik meet And I know that she gon' kiss and tell She can't keep it quiet, can't help it when the dick is swell Have to admit it, it's just good, she's gotta laugh Like a parent, I put a whoopin' on her bottom half I'm a player from the Himalayas Niggas don't agree, then them niggas' haters I'm just tryin' to be the R&B savior with the instrumental Or go down like JFK in a Continental The most underrated, so mothafuckin' hated Anything I do for music's never celebrated Y'all killin' the game like pesticides But DJ Quik is unpasteurized My music is flawless, my lyrics is lawless Your hood wouldn't be eatin', I'm the reason for all this Y'all tryin' say I got my jaw broke in Compton What kind of fake gangsta movies y'all be watchin'? That's some cowboy shit, this some now boy shit When them rounds hit your car, that's as loud as it's gon' get Handle my lightweight, get him embalmed in a crate So don't fuck with the great, you're much safer on skates On thin ice with lead plates I'm 'bout to reboot, go on and recruit Come through and shoot, make 'em scatter like shoop So all that don't like me, you can suck a dick or somethin' Turn over on your stomach, take a dildo 'til you vomit I know you niggas crampin', I know the real you You keep fuckin' with me, and I'm gon' kill you [Verse 2: DJ Quik] Now what they want to go and cancel Arsenio Hall for? Now we got no place to kick it, that's so uncalled for I'm a bad motherfucker, 'cause my Glock says so But my wallet says Gucci, I'm a fly killer, yo Jewels on your ass, pullin' tools on your ass Recite a scripture before I put these brrrrs in your ass I'm a gent, stepped in complected with a bag Put that in perspective, it's about a half OZ of the OG Gettin' low key Rollin' more trees in a hatchback Chillin' like it's '79 My lyrics so wicked, nigga, go and rewind So, one more time, I'm from the world's most dangerous city Back on the scene with no cracks on my screen I'm like an addict gettin' back on that thing If R&B is dead, nigga, Rest In Peace But I'm still gon' write the shit that makes some stress release Preach