DJ Quik — That Getter

[Intro] It's early in the evening 8:37 PM Yeah Smelling good in here Pacific Standard Time Look at this y'all look Drankin' This what's happening [Verse 1: DJ Quik] No. 2 is for pencils, so I'ma do instrumentals I write in my head, I still see too much potential I’m throwin’ them parties, the ones you remember In 1999, from June to November I’m walkin’ round in my sandals, but I’m getting shit handled With or without the scandal; yeah, I’m getting shit handled Im too old? No such Too funky, pretty much That's whats up, nigga Partying in L.A., niggas showin’ me love They brought me 12 drinks and I threw up in the club Are y'all gon' kill me? Am I gon' kill myself? I go too fucking hard, I need to watch my health See, I need to brush my teeth and shit Lay off this leaf and shit Before I get a DUI See you high — Yeah, I'm high Finicky people wanna hold me as hostage I do about face and walk right into my conscience Gold around my neck, ain’t nothing on my toes A bunch of white powder, ain't nothing up my nose I’m a geek I suppose I’m a freak I suppose I’m whatever you want me to be this week I suppose Yeah, it’s getting, it’s getting, It’s getting kind of hectic It's getting kind turnt and all these hoes getting naked I'm toasting my bread, yeah, a toast to my bread, yeah A toast to my homies, now let’s go eat and get fed, yeah I’m feeling kinda loaded; yeah, I'm feeling some buzz Yup, I'm filling my red cup, we 'bout to go bottoms up Nigga don’t understand me, he’s a goddamn liar (Why?) 'Cause if he don’t comprehend me, he’s probably too damn high Do you understand Porsche? Do you understand Mercedes? Do you understand buses and parties with fine ladies? You still don’t, playa? Then I guess it’s good I'm like that German writing you see under my hoods Not in my hood, but up under my hoods Be as stupid as you want to like they taught you you should Niggas is 18 percent of population in school 50 percent suspensions, explusions — that shit ain’t cool, partna School is free, life after that is not Asphalt pavement is cold, tension in jail is hot Muthafuckas In my neighborhood grew up to be nothing I went around the world stuntin’, they still there doing nothing And now its Three's Company on my planet I'm kicking Chrissy out and keeping Janet Thats a brunette, Moet — Who’s next? Go check Hey homie, if you don't mind, go open the door for those bitches [Interlude] Huuuu You killing it You doing it just like i showed you Remember if these people don't like you That means they see you as competition They adversarial Just keep the secrets and let them keep on talking [David Blake III] Standing on the top peak, I climb to get some leverage Opposition in my cup, tossing down the beverage Put me in the boat, the bottom filled with holes In the middle of the O, I still make it to the Coast Cause we gonna party hard, and we ain’t in no rush Got me trapped in this balloon, waiting for it to bust See, this life that I'm in, workin’ for what I want All these trendy things that everybody always be on But see I'm only on me, that's why I stand out Always things that's in my way but love they way they pan out Man, this life is so crazy, nose is smelling them checks I'm just making music 'til i know what I'ma do next The labels know who I am, y'all ain't gotta be worried You could read that we winning, nigga, and that's a true story Man, I came so far, I just never acknowledged it I throw you my creations, I just love your astonishment I'ma be me to the death of me And I'ma keep 100 to the death of me I love to love, did I mention that? But sometimes these niggas tend to make the tension bad I keep it honest, don’t be mad at me But I don’t really like to talk 'cause I don’t like to speak And when I say that I keep you aroused I'm that A-1 getter, know I put it down 'Cause I’m that getter, I’m that getter, I’m that getter, yeah 'Cause I’m that getter, I’m that getter, I’m that getter, whoa 'Cause I’m that getter, I’m that getter, I’m that getter, yeah 'Cause I’m that getter, I’m that getter, I’m that getter