Intro For Roger-DJ Quik

[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 *z 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] *z tryin to talk me outta this sh*t I＇m tryin to put this ni**a outta this b**ch You f**kin with my chips I gotta resist I＇m tryin to put this ni**a outta this b**ch *z tryin to talk me outta this sh*t I＇m tryin to get this hooker outta this b**ch She f**kin with my chips I gotta resist I＇m tryin to get this hooker outta this b**ch [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 f**kin thing, I＇m a rider for certain Shake the homies with self-esteem problems, give ＇em some Jergens B**ch 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 ni**a that diss me in song I＇m comin with pencils pistols and Cristals you gone It＇s premeditated now ni**a [Chorus] [Outro] Man I done seen the ni**a go through some sh*t 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-a** baby momma Lettin homies, so-called homies f**k Tryin to make my ni**a look bad Then they end up in Atlanta, got hit with some hot ones That＇s what they get, keep on pushin Quik