DJ Quik - Speed Lyrics

Yea

I rough voco for my locos.

My nigga Hi see 2nd II None AMG

And the Q you the new

You knew

I (?) to any particular groove

I came ok now

Check it if you want to but it's all in vein

Because me game is stil the same

Perfection!

Fill me as I fill you in

I never rode a pony but I'm genuine

So give me just a little bit of nicotine

And a sticky greeen

And I'm a hit it with the icky cream

Booyah I hit her on the neck with a whip

And made the hooker jump without a safety net

Hit the ground break her back

Get up and do it again because she can really take a shot on the chin

caffeine cappucino chase it with some no-doz

Up all night like the moon glows

Searching for new hoes

They really want to follow my lead

indeed and give a nigga just what I need

Chorus:

When I'm on speed

I'm faster then most

And I can rock a party from coast to coast

The Q-you-I-K is the name I spell

124 beats per minute I rock well

Because I'm tight to the second power

When I hit the liquor

And I don't serve emcees

I'm serve dickas

Bang bang boogie

When I hit a shot of loogie

And the Booger try to put it on me

But I get that moves to show her

I flaunt it like Noah

I strut backside like a Boa

Constrictor when I dicked her down

Game feel just like a circus clown when I work this

Jack of all trades

Master to few

Test these test these 1, 2

Gettin down with my nigga AM to the G in the PM

Hookers want to see him

Big cat callin

Superfat ballin

Indeed

Give us what we need

When I'm on speed

Chorus 4x

Faster then the concord

On board

Call me the pilot

Baby better let me know she's excited

In the testerosa

Sipppin memosas

Girls want me to sign posters

International with the steelo

Got hookers from Cancoun to Reo

Fire (?ignite it?)

But we don't even try it

You can't but it

Got freaks have to hide it

Hit the weed up

Then turn the speed up

The booty from the backs the only way I eat up

Quicker than Jackie Chan

I search off the Goochi like a rubber band

You want to be more than the average man

But the hoe needs more a job in a man

And a retirement plan

So baby don't cry the blues

Cause I know a gang of hoes in your shoes

Chorus 4x

La da la da da da ('till fade)