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Erick Sermon
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Never understood how he did it (Nephewz won, uh-huh)
How he made his music groove your very
Soul (My nigga Red in the house, one time)
Never understood how he did it
How he made his music groove your very soul
I lamp out in the Rintex E7 V12 screamer
The new Benz seen her, two hundred and ninety thou', wow
Something 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 Tri-Boroughs
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 could be pitch black and I'll spot ya
Boom, kick in your door like Big Poppa
Never understood how he did it (Never)
How he made his music groove your very soul (Xzibit)
Never understood how he did it (DJ motherfuckin' Quik)
How he made his music groove your very soul (Erick Sermon)
Ayy, tell me what you get
When your nigga Xzibit and Quik get down with the E-Double
You get weed trouble, E make the beat bubble
Make the bass so low, you shake they brick house to the ground
And dig 'em out of the rubble
Partyin', happy that you shook the whole crib
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 (For sure)
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 eighty-eight
Now cross my dawgs or cross my path and I'ma wet ya
Way down from the Compton town, and I bet ya layin'
Never understood how he did it (Ha, yeah, ladies and gentlemen)
How he made his music groove your very soul
Yeah, the bar is now open, yeah, come on)
Never understood how he did it (What's up, Red? Come on, yeah)
How he made his music groove your very soul
Presenting to you, A from X to the Z, yeah, listen)
I'm the spin doctor, phantom of the opera
If this is eighty-nine, I would break you off proper
Cockblocker, dump a few G's in my low-low
Not dough, ho, my nigga Big Kam is 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 stretchin' a mile, but really got the heart of a child
Maestro of mine, you steal our tickets
Extra points like a field goal kickin'
Like a fucked up DA 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
Never understood how he did it (DJ Quik in the motherfuckin' house)
How he made his music groove your very soul
Yeah, this dick in your mouth, ha, come on, yeah)
Never understood how he did it (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, come on)
How he made his music groove your
Very soul (Yeah, you think it ain't?)
The West Coast broadcastin' live in 1999
All the way bouncin' through millennium
Ha, come on, yeah
Yo, millennium shit, yeah, come on
Yo, millennium shit, yeah, come on
Yo, millennium shit, yeah, yo
DJ motherfuckin' Quik, yeah, yeah, ha
Yo, yo, yeah, Green Eyed Bandit, yeah
Bitch niggas can't stand it, come on, yeah
Keep 'em bouncin', yeah
R.I.P. Roger Troutman, yeah, yeah, come on
Ha, yeah, yo
Yeah, what, yeah, yeah, ha, yeah
Yeah, it's them real niggas, ha
Yeah, bouncin', ha, come on
Yeah, hahahaha, nigga
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