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[Chorus: DJ Quik, Erick Sermon]

Never understood how we did it

How we made this music groove your very soul, soul (My nigga Red in the house, one time, what)

Never understood, how we did it (Yeah, huh)

How we made this music groove your very soul, soul (Yo, uh-huh, yo)

[Verse 1: Erick Sermon]

I lamp out in the RENNtech E7 V12 screamer

The new Benz-ina

Two hundred and ninety thou', wow

Somethin' your rap budget does not allow

Why you laughin'? I don't see nothin' funny

Pull back two MAC-10s, now it's a big MAC-20

That there's the basics, Quik and I, we run the Matrix

Close your mouth, don't say shit

Walk through any borough

That stretch from here past the Triborough

They respect us, dawg, we thorough

Don't get confused, we smashin' crews, it's my rules

Step incorrect and get abused

I bring the ruck' to any cats bringin' drama

Make 'em feel it, like 2Pac's "Dear Mama"

It can be pitch black and I'll spot ya

Boom, kick in your door like Big Poppa

[Chorus: DJ Quik]

Never understood how we did it (Never)

How we made this music groove your very soul (Xzibit)

Never understood how we did it (DJ motherfuckin' Quik)

How we made this music groove your very soul (Erick Sermon, ayy)

[Verse 2: DJ Quik]

Tell me what you get when your nigga Xzibit

And Quik get down with the E Double? (What?) You get we trouble

E make the beat bubble (Make it bubble)

Make the bass so low you shake they brick house to the ground and dig 'em out of thee rubble

Partyin', happy that you shook the whole crib (Oh my)

And if you got a pound, E Dub, I got dibs

'Cause this is how we do it here, it's ironic

That you done stepped into a room of purple hydroponic

Fat booty bitches sparklin', tryna take you to a star (Fa sho')

Tryna get you to recognize they know who you are

Can't you see the red carpet? They lay it out

And if you got a fantasy, Erick, they play it out

We big figure rap niggas, from the gate

We been waited on and hated on since '88

Now cross my dogs or cross my path and I'ma wet ya

Way down from the Compton town, and I betcha they

[Chorus: DJ Quik, Xzibit]

Never understood how we did it (Ha, yeah, ladies and gentlemen)

How we made this music groove your very soul, soul (Yeah, the bar is now open, come on, yeah, it's on me)

Never understood how we did it (Come on, yeah, presenting to you)

How we made this music groove your very soul, soul (Avire-X to the Z, yeah, listen)

[Verse 3: Xzibit]

I'm the spin doctor, Phantom of the Opera

If this was '89, I would break you off proper

Cockblocker, dump a few Gs in my low-low

Not dough, ho, my nigga Big Kam and Solo

Dolo, most niggas react like a homo

And when they with a crowd, then they wanna get loud

Wanna act wild and act like their criminal file

Is stretching a mile, but really got the heart of a child

Splicing your mind to steal our chickens

Extra points like a field goal kickin'

Like a fucked up D.A. with a charge that ain't stickin'

I'm walkin' away a free man 'cause y'all niggas softer than sand

'Cause we fuckin' a fan in Okinawa, Japan

I fucked your mother, so now I'm the motherfuckin' man

Break fool on the track like it's supposed to be

And break bread with the real niggas close to me, EPMD

Come on

[Outro: Xzibit, DJ Quik/i>]

Never understood how we did it (Yeah, DJ Quik in the motherfuckin' house)

How we made this music groove your very soul, soul (Yeah, this dick in your mouth, ha, come on, yeah)

Never understood how we did it (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, huh, yeah, come on, ah-ah, ah-ah)

How we made this music groove your very soul, soul (Yeah, you think it ain't?)

Never understood how we did it (The West Coast broadcasting live in 1999 all the way bouncing through millennium)

How we made this music groove your very soul, soul (Ha, come on, yeah, yo, millennium shit, yeah, come on, yo, millennium shit)

Never understood how we did it (Yeah, come on, yo, millennium shit, yeah, yo)

How we made this music groove your very soul, soul (DJ motherfuckin' Quik, yeah, yeah, ha, yo, yo, yeah, Green Eyed Bandit)

Never understood how we did it (Yeah, bitch niggas can't stand it, come on, yeah, keep 'em bouncin')

How we made this music groove your very soul, soul (Yeah, R.I.P. Roger Troutman, yeah, yeah, come on)

Never understood how we did it (Ha, yeah, shh, yo, shh-shh-shh-shh-shh-shh-shh-shh-shh)

How we made this music groove your very soul, soul (Yeah, what, yeah, yeah, ha, yeah, yeah, it's the real niggas)

Never understood how we did it (Huh, yeah, bouncin', huh, come on)

How we made this music groove your very soul, soul (Yeah, hahahaha)

Never understood how we did it

How we made this music groove your very soul, soul