Get Down / Down, Down, Down (Live)

[Get Down] [Verse 1: DJ Quik] I'm hard and I'm flossy and I'm all that You talk a lot of shit, where your bodyguard at? I got a pocket full of money, where the mall at? Where the quads at, where the drinks, where the broads at? Niggas fightin over bitches need to squash that You should be disgruntled 'cause you didn't land a posh cat It's black pussy and I'm still tryin' to wash that Rinse it up, lip to butt, right between the center gut Sit in my lap, and look at my snaps Drop a 20 and watch these troublemakers fightin' for scraps My drawers so clean, my nuts are so powdered Don't stress me out, just eat your clam chowder Tryin' to stick my honeybee into your flower If you like this rеcord then make the shit loudеr It's so terrific out on the Pacific Green plants and dancin' make you feel lifted I'm DJ Quik and I'm so fuckin' gifted That you didn't even feel when the momentum shifted I turned the pocket around and slowed it all the way down I'm a musical cockhound [Chorus: DJ Quik] Get down on the ground, spread your legs, put your hands behind your back Get up and walk backwards towards me You under arrest for them big-ass breasts And that ass made me think you had a strap, pick your ass up Get down on your face, spread 'em wide, where your ID? Why you tryin' to lie to me? You've got the right to remain Either you can ride the big-ass bus Go to jail or go home with us, I need backup [Verse 2: Chingy] You need backup, Quik? I'm the right nigga to get My picks a thick stallion, I'm slangin' the dick Still bangin' the bricks, with the 'caine and the 6 Remain in the mix, because I'm famous and shit Let the guest in, doors open, my entourage walked in Let's get some whore scopin', I'm open for more pokin' On my wrist is fifty tokens, buy that, chump Sold a show out for a mill', try that, chump I'm on the boat still listenin' to "Way 2 Fonky" Park that ass right hurr, chick, and make that monkey Talk for me, when ya walk I see A clear speech come and get it I got some for each Now I'm bumpin' on the radio and put it on repeat Play it loud in the streets, go out and get yourself a freak The moral of the story is we hoe-hoppin' police Know your rights, put these cuffs on, you locked in these sheets [Chorus: DJ Quik] Get down on the ground, spread your legs, put your hands behind your back Get up and walk backwards towards me You under arrest for them big-ass breasts And that ass made me think you had a strap, pick your ass up Get down on your face, spread 'em wide, where your ID? Why you tryin' to lie to me? You've got the right to remain Either you can ride the big-ass bus Go to jail or go home with us, I need backup [Verse 3: Chingy] Incense, cologne, women be attracted Got the best sex, come on It's somethin' 'bout the action when they flex, wet and bone A model or a actress, I attach this note until the script get wrote She see the list, text you're gone I tap it make it happen stress there's eggs at home A captain be reactin' to the sweat as you moan Hold up, give me a second I think Quik got somethin else to say before we end this record [Verse 4: DJ Quik] This beat is for your uncle and aunt It's old enough to be dope, but young enough to be hot Dedicated to everybody been beat by the cops Just tryin' to get to the party and pop Tequila in shot The legendary incindiary resentment for authority figures From the most vocal of the local niggas California to death, bringin' Compton to life Makin' beats that'll snap yo' neck and have you writin' a check You need to [Chorus: DJ Quik] Get down on the ground, spread your legs, put your hands behind your back Get up and walk backwards towards me You under arrest for them big-ass breasts And that ass made me think you had a strap, pick your ass up Get down on your face, spread 'em wide, where your ID? Why you tryin' to lie to me? You've got the right to remain Either you can ride the big-ass bus Go to jail or go home with us, I need backup [Outro: DJ Quik & Chingy Oh yeah, your boy Ching-a-ling, DJ Quik You know what it is, ha, oh, oh, oh L.A. in the building, L.A. in the building Hey, L.A. in the building Get It Boys, Get It Boys Get It Boys in the motherfuckin' building, oh, hahahaha Watch them, Chingy — Chingy, don't leave, turn around, watch this He's sweating, that means something, watch this — GO [Down, Down, Down] [Chorus: DJ Quik] When we come up we gettin' down down down Step in the club they give us pound pound pound Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown and round My nigga... [Verse 1: DJ Quik] My name is Quik and I be moving fast like a race car But I'm top seed, number one like the pace car Whether you up on me or you chillin' way far You can tell almost immediately that I'm a star So listen, muthafucka, why you comin' off hard? My objective is to catch you off guard Get covert and infiltrate yo' clique Crack yo' shit and mack yo' bitch Now, tell me could you conceive a nigga all up in her beaver Givin' her the love fever For hours at a time before I take a breather And when she tell me she loves me I don't believe her 'Cause I rock in stereo or mono, I'm hot like gonno-rhea Burnin' every time you take a pee-uh So when you see a nigga out with his girl Then baby, play like you don't know me and we'll keep in a twirl Because I go deeper than the deep blue sea Baby, do you really wanna play the flute on me? What? I'll give you a sack and take it back, and you'll die to get it Little punk, 'cause I'm fly with it [Chorus: DJ Quik] When we get up we gettin' down down down Step in the club they give us pound pound pound Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown and round DJ Quik and Mausberg with a brand new sound When we get up we gettin' down down down Step in the club they give us pound pound pound Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown and round DJ Quik and Mausberg... [Verse 2: DJ Quik rapping Mausberg's verse] Oh, you didn't know that I'm the bomb, baby? We'll take a toke of this D-I- and you gon' be feelin' fleezie 'Cause I be's Mausberg the superior Step into the club, pound pound so you're feelin' us But don't trip, we keep the vibes right Baby, buy me some Remy And if your baby daddy trippin' tell him beep me 'Cause I be's Blacker than Tone and swift up on my toes G'd up in alligate's and black steel toes Can I get a pound pound? (Pound pound) If Free the flyest, who am I? (You the realest) Look into my eyes and tell me what do you see Are you jockin' my entourage, DJ Quik and AMG? Well, get your groove on, 'cause I ain't hatin' on the homies When that Non-Fic drop, you and your sister gon' be on me All I wanna do is slide up in and slide back out Slap you on your face and stick it dead in your mouth You think I'm bullshittin'? Well, meet me after my show Bring your lips to that all white stretch limo So we can ride, slide, dip and glide -- booyah! Do that thang 'til the whole clique fly -- what! [Chorus: DJ Quik] When we come up we gettin' down down down Step in the club they give us pound pound pound Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown and round DJ Quik and Suga Free with a brand new sound When we come up we gettin' down down down Step in the club they give us pound pound pound Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown and round [Verse 3: DJ Quik rapping Suga Free's verse] It feel good don't it? It ain't no good if it ain't good enough To put the proper good on it Peep how I struck up Bitch, jump in the air, stay there until I tell you come down And when you do, you shut the fuck up She'll sell a nice dream, but Bitch, you'll have better luck tryin' to find 2Pac Than me buying you somethin' off the ice cream truck Oxygen, you leave 'lone, leave me 'lone Before I lock you in that little bitty box again Don't let up, y'all Just keep her soakin' wet up Playa playa and tell her when she need to shut up Don't lighten up, nah nigga, you better tighten up Throw your head back back back back Lean it to the side (Lean it to the side) Hey playas (Yeah), tell 'em that we fly (We fly) Ooh, catastrophe Bitch rather slide down a slide of razor blades Into a pool of pimp piss but this ho had the audacity To ask me for a dollar, even though that's all I had left These greedy lying ass hoes'll fifty cents yo' ass to death [Chorus: DJ Quik] When we come up we gettin' down down down Step in the club they give us pound pound pound Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown and round DJ Quik and Suga Free with a brand new sound When we come up we gettin' down down down Step in the club they give us pound pound pound Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown and round DJ Quik and AMG with a brand new sound [Outro: DJ Quik & Chingy] Oh, hey, I need this right here I could use this, I could use this You know what? You know what? Let's throw it out, let's throw it out Do it Throw it out, fuck it Yes, that's how we do it, y'all You know what? I love Quik This my people right here, you understand what I'm sayin'? This my people DJ Quik, a legend, a legend, a legend, a living legend You know what I'm sayin'? Yeah This my folks I'ma take a drink for him I'ma take a drink for him right now This my people right here, I love you, man This my people [Outro Dialogue: DJ Quik] Check this out, this one record, though This record right here is special to me because I don't want to bring his name up But he was locked up at Rikers Island in 1994, 1995 On a fake rape case And he said that when he got the Safe + Sound album In the winter of 1995 He said that when he listened to that album, it put him on the outs And if you in jail, that means it gives you a, you know It lets you know what's going on outside He said this album was like his best newspaper for the streets So I wanna dedicate this song to my nigga And I think y'all know who it is but Tell me if y'all like this song And if you was in jail and this shit put you on the outs, too Bang that shit