DJ Quik ft. 2nd II None, Peter Gunz - So Many Wayz Lyrics

featuring 2nd II None Peter Gunz

Yo this is DJ Quik

And quite frankly

I think we gotta be some of the baddest motherfuckers

that ever fuckedwith rap music

Cause this album right here is on some old cool shit

If you don't believe me

Just give me three and a half seconds and I'll show you

You ready?

One one and a half

Two two and a half

Three three and a half

Uh

Yeah

Got my niggas 2nd II None up in this bitch

My nigga Peter Gunz

That's right

AMG, El Debarge, Playa Hamm, Hi-see, Suga Free

Check this shit out

I'm like fries in a skillet

Much too hot to hold

I'm strong and I'm handsome and black

Plus I'm bold

A mental case

Sometimes stressin

But then I flip

Because you got to go crazy on Hollywood for your grip

And you know ain't no room in my mirror for your face

And if I got y'all confused like Rubik then state yo case

Yet creepshow suckas keep tryin to submerge mine

But I can hold my breath for a long time

I emerge with treasures and coins

A thick sack

And your life ain't mine to take

Now kick back

Cause if it don't make dollas

Sucka you know the poem

Cause either you pimpin this game

Or you just hoin

Now get up outta mine

Nigga

I'm the bomb

Droppin heat on your homeboys

And spreadin like napalm

Cause I got more styles than your car's got miles

And I

Got more styles than a hotel's got towels

Cause I kicks it in

So many ways (Uh huh and we can flip it in)

So many ways (Cause we can rock a party)

So many ways (Got bomb for everybody)

So many ways (Now baby can you feel it in)

So many ways (Cause you know we can deal it in)

So many ways (And I can make your body numb in)

So many ways (Cause you ain't never heard a nigga come)

So many ways (Ah hah, ah hah)

I'm chillin, mackin, stackin up these ends

I gotta check and I gots no time for no friends

I bust a trick

Make her bounce like a low-low

While I'm twisted off that bud

Countin money at the mo-mo

No flow so

Ain't no need to tell the po-po

Believe me bra'

All the snitches get the fo-fo

Now here we come again

With a brand new twist

On guard

I rock the party like this

With so many ways to get paid

I hustle for days

The tenth of the month I get my government aid

And the used-to-be-crooks

I'm puttin money on they books

Cause satan got busy

And many souls got took

We shook up the world

I did it with my partner for his sons and my daughter

You don't have to be no baller

To kick it with me

See, I stay real G

D forever feedin all you punk hoes misery

So many ways (I can get busy)

So many ways (I gots to get the scrilly)

So many ways (We can have a mardi-gras)

So many ways (Cause I can rock the party y'all)

So many ways (Tell me can ya feel it in)

So many ways (I gots to make the dividends)

So many ways (You know I keep it real in)

So many ways

I was known for triple m shots

And straight plottin

But hitten em hoes had me wastin up a knot

And all these figaros crow

Waitin to get hot

Now it's cool

You got your spot

Without that funky cock

And that dramatic experience

You and him went through

Ain't got nothin to do with the K

So keep cool little girl

This ain't no Hollywood play

Girls who wear reps

And play them sucka games you play

Catch the redline metro rail

Blaze a trail

I can feel you ain't real

And I can tell

>From meetin different people

Figures to throats

Scandalous to the rich

Goodhearted to the broke

And these young and old folk

They like to hear good music

If it's weak lose it

But if it's bumpin choose it

But don't abuse it

And try to take it to the brain

If you do you'll be caught up in a strain

And be hangin on my thang in

So many ways (Now watch me put it down in)

So many ways (You know I like to get my clown in)

So many ways (We can flip the sound in)

So many ways (K and D got it humpin in)

So many ways (You know you want to bump it in)

So many ways (We can have a mardi-gras)

So many ways (You know I rocks the party y'all)

So many ways

So many ways (x8)

I walk three thousand miles for a taste of that gangsta shit

Messin around with G-1

And the DJ Quik

Stick and move from east-west

In vest like stocks

I went from pushin Nikes to pushin drops

Fuck around and go platinum quick

Messin with Quik

Nigga got hits like Swizz

So watch your trick

See me playin Avirex and the Pepe's

No shirt on

Your girl sweat me

And I'ma hit it if she let me

Backsides bangin

Hangin

All amazed

She get this dick in (So many ways)

Blow her back out

Then I mack out

Freak the keys to the Lex

Or find me havin sex in my NSX

I'm from the BX

But we flex from east to west

So while you niggas coast-trippin

We'll be cashin them checks

Peter Gunz

One of the most in-credible ones

G-1, Quik, we rolls thick

And gets the job done in

So many ways (Cause I kick it in)

So many ways (You know that I can flip it in)

So many ways (And I can rock a party)

So many ways (I got bomb for everybody)

So many ways (Bring it from the Bronx in)

So many ways (From New York to Compton)

So many ways (We keep it pumpin)

So many ways (Uh)

So many ways (x16)