DJ Quik — The Conduct

[Intro: Mack 10] (Quik) Ay Quik! (Wassup?) Turn me up a lil' bit (Ah, fa' sho) Westsiiiiide~! Man, One-Oh (Mack!) How long they been waitin on this one? (Shit, since the seventies) Haha! {Act like you got some class, and stop showing yo' ass Sho' nuff, sho' nuff, sho' nuff, baby mama mama mama} [Verse 1: Mack 10] Yeah, you can catch me in the drop top 'Rari that's the meanest And then hit the block on some powder-coated zeniths Pocket full of money and a snub-nose toast And I can't help it that I'm so West Coast Can't explain mine, in shape for game time Showed you how to shine and soo-woop at the same time With a D-boy demeanor and a coke flow And it's C.O.D. when the coke go (gone) And you squares amuse me that, give it your best then fall And who need a group because, I possess it all And y'all love my wits, pull up and impress 'em all A hall of famer Blood, I'm one of the best to ball (Aw~!) And err'ytime they count Mack out the picture I grab my nuts, flip them haters off and get richer Smashin up the boulevard in a red two-seater Chicken Hawk, DJ Quik, and the shit off the meter - burnin up [Chorus: DJ Quik] That's how it's done, that's how it is Niggas lights camera action, this is showbiz And Hollywood's too big a place to be dreamin If you've had your dream shot down to the ground, you know the meanin Now that's the conduct, that's what we all about I had to learn to cut, you better call 'em out And bring 'em right down to the floor So we can give the motherfucker what he came here for [Interlude: vocoder voice] Sho' nuff, I said, it's too much ratchet shit goin on around Yeah yeah, baby... Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies Act like you got some class, and stop showing yo' ass Sho' nuff, sho' nuff, sho' nuff, baby mama mama mama [Verse 2: DJ Quik] That's Mack 10 (OH!), he's my constituent up in this shit Compton to Inglewood, I think we need another clip It's goin down like the helium's missing Analog, that's the way I listen, I'm Louie V hoodie +Mobb Deep+ but I ain't +Goodie+ (oh!) I got a plot to get the dough, 12 GA dot double lot Hit the flow slow, stick up or kick up daisies It's all go, rhymin' and stealin' Grimy killin', 21st century chillin' They quick to try to ask Quik how I'm feelin'—I'm still a villain In Hollywood tryna make my millions The molly's good, got me stuck to the ceiling—I'm floatin' high And I don't research nothing, nigga—I review it I seen it all twice, I know how to do it I'm movin' that double the speed of light Third passport, poppin' Ambien on international flights [Chorus: DJ Quik] That's how it's done, that's how it is Niggas lights camera action, this is showbiz And Hollywood's too big a place to be dreamin If you've had your dream shot down to the ground, you know the meanin Now that's the conduct, that's what we all about I had to learn to cut, you better call 'em out And bring 'em right down to the floor So we can give the motherfucker what he came here for [Verse 3: DJ Quik] I like legal tender, that's both of them Money AND women, you know my gender—now send her I'm like Em, got a grip on my balls Middle finger to the world screamin' (FUCK ALL YOU HATEFUL MOTHERFUCKERS!) I smoke weed then I spray the Febreeze Mix it all up like some fondue cheese I'm FLY - and this should let you know how I never wash my ass and my face with the same towel Got niggas in my hood that can't even buy gold But swearin' up and down that they ballin' out of control You niggas is fakin' (oh!), actin like they got cocaine bakin' With a fuckin' day job at the train station And they gotta reapply every year for that job GET THE FUCK off my knob, nigga! Because all you do is lie, I got a political prize And every bitch that I fuck with got big thighs WHAT?? Huh... huh... fuck off!