Quiks Groove (The One) [feat. DJ Quik, Sevyn Streeter & Micah]

You see, I wake up in the morning
Grab my blunt and pull my dick up out this bitch mouth
(Where that at?)
I'm feeling like making this bitch iron my clothes or something
Multitasking, cooking breakfast
Making a nigga wanna smack that ass
See, I met this bitch on Crenshaw
She told me give her a ride
I said, "If I do that
You gotta give me head while Ray Charles drive"
'Cause I ain't for the tricking, no I ain't
I'm with my main bitch and my side bitch
I'm feeling like Saddam, they head the bomb
And if her baby daddy tripping, fuck that nigga
I push that nigga hairline back like he LeBron
Make a nigga disappear like J-Kwon
Body found by the Swans, nigga missing both of his arms
I ain't playing, I'm with the rat-tat-tat-tat
Shoot a nigga if he do or don't die, he never coming back
Now it's one, two, buckle my shoe
Padded leather Giuseppes, nigga, watch what the fuck I do
It's the P-I-R-to-the-U
And I put that on my momma, Ima ride for you, baby boo
Yay yay, I said I put that on my momma, Ima ride for you, baby boo

I hope you giving head today
'Cause I just wanna put this dick all in you
(So I can bust a nut)
Baby, we gon' celebrate (celebration)
You bring all your girls and Ima bring my crew
(Let me be the one you take home at the end of the night, babe)
Let me be the one
(Only want you to myself, babe)
Let me be the one
(But you know I'm always open to suggestions)
I said, let me be the one
(Down for you, should never be a question, babe)

To blow your mind (away, away my time)
To blow your mind (away, my mind, my time)
Don't waste my time, baby (don't waste my time)
I blow your mind (to blow my mind)

Yeah, Quik is the name
With The Game, it's a goddamn shame niggas can't see that we to blame
For putting Compton to flames, ignite it up
Haters knotted up, when you trip
Put canker sores in your whip
That's what I do to protect my party
My goons snatch you out by your Ed Hardy
Then it's back to shawty, all the ladies drink free
All the players grab a tab, that's how that's supposed to be
Drinking Casamigos, fucking faster than grand national regals
I'm in it, and the pussy doing kegels
I'm so Fred Segal right now
She so spread eagle right now
Ain't nothing but the clothes going down
I'm in the game, and the fire's the same
My music is infinite, like even before my fame (forever)
I wrote about a thousand sixteen-bar verses
And I'm still coming off like this my first hit

I hope you giving head today
'Cause I just wanna put this dick all in you
(So I can bust a nut)
Baby, we gon' celebrate (celebration)
You bring all your girls and Ima bring my crew
(Let me be the one you take home at the end of the night, babe)
Let me be the one
(Only want you to myself, babe)
Let me be the one
(But you know I'm always open to suggestions)
I said, let me be the one
(Down for you, should never be a question, babe)

To blow your mind (away, away my time)
To blow your mind (away, my mind, my time)
Don't waste my time, baby (don't waste my time)
I blow your mind (to blow my mind)

Now DJ Quik got a bitch from the Bay
Say she wanna fuck his lil' homie got her sipping on that Alizé
You ever had your dick sucked to Mausberg before?
And had a Mossberg pump leaning on the front door?
Treat my dick like a newborn, hold the head
I told a bitch, "Pimpin' ain't dead, hoes are scared
So stop that bickering"
I got a bitch from the Nickersons
That got a fucking bounty on my head, uh-oh

I'm rhyming with Chuck Taylor, too, he doing something new
Something more comfortable for you to just bang your shit to
So lady, go on and work those hips
Like them inmates work those dips
And when I get there, baby, work your lips
If it don't make dollars, don't holler
It's DJ Quik in any year Impala
And if it don't make sense, then don't flinch
What you hear from a bull that don't chew no grass? No shit

I hope you giving head today
'Cause I just wanna put this dick all in you
(So I can bust a nut)
Baby, we gon' celebrate
You bring all your girls and Ima bring my crew
(Let me be the one you take home at the end of the night, babe)
Let me be the one
(Only want you to myself, babe)
Let me be the one
(But you know I'm always open to suggestions)
I said, let me be the one
(Down for you, should never be a question, babe)

To blow your mind (away, away my time)
To blow your mind (away, my mind, my time)
Don't waste my time, baby (don't waste my time)
I blow your mind (to blow my mind)

She's sucking on my dick, she's a bad, bad girl
Oh, hold on, hold on, baby
You done hit the button, girl, we on the line
Z-Boy Fro, yo, man, are we live?
We still live, huh?
Damn, girl, don't stop, though
I'll hit you something brand new
A Travis Barker produced joint, believe it or not
Hold on, let me hit this button