DJ Quik — Real Doe

[Verse 1: DJ Quik] Yeah, now I'm checking a grip and them suckas is boo-hoo'n 'Cause slanging them funky ass tracks is what I'm doin' (Yo, DJ Quik, what time is it?) It's time to show the homies I can make another hit Another bomb ass cut and another 10 dollar tape In the pen, they gettin' swoll and on the outs, they steady rollin' on my shit 'Cause they know that Quik will never quit I’m not an N.W.A, I ain’t yet, I’m on my way To the top of the tree, for C.M.W. to see (Yeah!) It's me Chillin' with the D, KK, AMG And another homie dog known to you as Hi-C And we be kicking it, Genuine Draft in my clutch I'm getting funky with your ho because she's soft to the touch And then I'm out, fading all them niggas with no hope Who just got a taste of the real doe [Interlude] [Verse 2: D] So you say you want doe, here's a mothafucking hit (Yeah, boy, I like that shit) Now back to my goodie old good note I'm getting sweated 'cause I roll with the good doe You wanna get a little taste? Bitch, 10 dollars for a mothafucking tape And if you try to snatch my stash I'm gonna beat your Black monkey ass Give me the pipe, 'cause that ain't right Look at you, nigga, you been up all night You say you want a true high? You say you wanna get fucked up Here's a proper blast (Now go on with your funky ass) And tell the rest of your folks That the D and the fellas got the bomb ass doe [Interlude] [Verse 3: KK] Take a taste of the real The D-O-P-E doe, now the deal You know some niggas can't cope with the K I'm shaking the dice and leaving them broke It was your last hope, so what you do is croak You smelled the smoke, you choke, 'cause I'm unfadeable It was the note I wrote that made it playable So take a quote, now write it, because I stay able Yeah, the K is goddamn able to rock a mic Straight out, you know I'm destined, who want to light The pipe, I got the Russian, I know I'm right (We know) I couldn't trust them With the pureness of the doe because it's not chest-bustin' I'm the K, straight from 2nd II None And if you wanna get some Take a chance, come with a cut rope You know you can't hang with a hit from the real doe [Interlude] [Verse 4: AMG] You know it's funky, funky, funky, I love a fat monkey I rap for the niggas, and steal from the honkies And hoes want the autograph, but I start to laugh 'Cause you used to ignore me, but now you adore me 'Cause bitch, you's a mothafucking trick Only out for the AMG's dick Girl, I got paid, now I got it made Put your money where your mouth is, fuck, take a suck 'Cause I know (I know), I know (I know) You's a big freak, so open sesame And let me pop the pill, show you how I feel Nut in your butt and all that stuff 'Cause the vertical joyride's taking off I got my ticket, ho, so show me where to go And play me like a good old guitar Let me be your rock star with the real doe [Interlude]