Dj Quik - Intro For Roger lyrics
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[22 second instrumental to open] [DJ Quik] Cause stuff I seen it was inevitable I'd be a business man I knew that I would get some assistance whenever I took the stand Now this is how yo' street works, everybody all hates each other Until they in each other's face, and then they be cousins brothers and loved ones, it's all just a race To see who can grab the most nuts and get back to the house in one payce You niggaz wanna be on squirrel time, I'm around the world time Until I gotta come back for court, talk to my kids and they're fine This is my intro, I'm scratchin Chingy, comin blingy this time I'm showin off my hands and freestylin, showin you through my mind This is for Roger Troutman, he helped me when I was so blind To see that y'all would freak out me at an opportune time I shoulda seen it comin [Chorus] Niggaz tryin to talk me outta this shit I'm tryin to put this nigga outta this bitch You fuckin with my chips I gotta resist I'm tryin to put this nigga outta this bitch Niggaz tryin to talk me outta this shit I'm tryin to get this hooker outta this bitch She fuckin with my chips I gotta resist I'm tryin to get this hooker outta this bitch [DJ Quik] I live in Los Scangelous, California It's the most beautiful sunset 'til cowards run up on ya And then it's curtains you hurtin for what yo' mob done been blurtin When you don't love who you squirtin cause she just might be workin I ain't sharin a fuckin thing, I'm a rider for certain Shake the homies with self-esteem problems, give 'em some Jergens Bitch problems weaken the love for the homey seekin to suffer the homey's tweakin Do drugs not now homey heat just be lurkin My best friend's dead, my heart is a stone My soul ain't even mine to own, they say it's alone And I feel sorry for any nigga that diss me in song I'm comin with pencils pistols and Cristals you gone It's premeditated now nigga [Chorus] [Outro] Man I done seen the nigga go through some shit Family messin with him, gangbangin, man Get his drink on, for a long time Trippin, gettin on motorcycles man, and standin on 'em Losin and fallin, scandalous-ass baby momma Lettin homies, so-called homies fuck Tryin to make my nigga look bad Then they end up in Atlanta, got hit with some hot ones That's what they get, keep on pushin Quik
