Pet Semetary-DJ Quik

Man Quik, what they talkin' 'bout? Man they talkin' 'bout R&B music and Gangsta Rap is dead What!? Damn Aye, we need to go bury both of them muthaf**kaz in the pet semetary Take them to Compton and Watts then I hit the liquor depot, on Crenshaw Where all the working class G's go Around the corner from Greg house On the next block Knocking something down Cause South Central got the best cock And the flyest b**ches live in ran down spots That's why them niggas be Piruin' and Crippin' Tryin' to protect that ghetto p**sy they hittin' And you know what you goin' get when you buy you a Quik beat And you know what's goin' happen your b**ches and Quik meet And I know that she goin' kiss and tell She can't keep it quiet, can't help it when the dick is swell Have to admit it It's just good She's gotta laugh Like a parent, I put a whoopin' on her bottom half I'm a player from the Himalayas Niggas don't agree, then them niggas' haters I'm just tryin' to be the R&B savior with the instrumental Or goin' down like JFK in a Continental The most underrated, so mothafu*kin' hated Anything I do for music is never celebrated Ya'll killin' the game like pesticides But, DJ Quik is unpasteurized My music is flawless, my lyrics is lawless Your hood wouldn't be eatin' I'm the reason for all this Ya'll tryin' say I got my jaw broke in Compton What kind of fake gangsta movies ya'll be watchin' That's some cowboy sh*t, this some now boy sh*t When them rounds hit your car, that's as loud as it's goin' get Handle my lightweight, get him embalmed [?] So don't fu*k with the great You're much safer on skates On thin ice With lead plates I'm 'bout to reboot, go in and recoup, come through and shoot, make 'em scatter like shoooop So all that don't like me, you can suck a dick or somethin' Turn over on your stomach, take a dildo 'til you vomit I know you niggas crampin', I know the real you You keep fu*kin' with me, and I'm goin' kill you Now what they want to go and cancel Arsenio Hall for Now we got no place to kick it, That's so uncalled for I'm a bad motherfu*ker, cause my Glock says so But my wallet says Gucci, I'm a fly killer yo Jewels on your a**, pullin' tools on your a** Recite a scripture before I put these on your a** I'm a [?] Put that in perspective, it's about a half oz of the OG Gettin' low key Rollin' more trees than a hatchback Chillin' like it's '79 My lyrics so wicked, ni**a, go and rewind So, one more time, I'm from the world's most dangerous city Back on the scene with no cracks on my screen I'm like an addict gettin' back on that thing If R&B is dead, ni**a, Rest In Peace But I'm still goin' write the stuff that make the stress release, Preach