Focus

Hey!

[vocal box]

Never understood, how we did it

How we made this music groove your very soul

[Onasis]

Yo I lamp out in the rented E-7 V-12 screamer

The new Benz, seen her?

290 thou, wow

Somethin your rap budget does not allow

Why you laughin, I don't see nothing funny

Pull back two Mac-10's now it's a big Mac-20

That is the basics

Quik and I we run the Matrix

Hold your mouth don't say shit

Walk through any borough

That stretch from here past the tri ??

Better respect us dog we ?kernel?

Don't get it confused

We smashin crews, it's my rules

Don't come correct and get abused

I bring the ruck to any cats bringin drama

Make 'em feel it, like Tupac's Dear Mama

It could be pitch black and I spot ya

BOOM! Kick in your door like Big Poppa

[vocal box]

Never

Xzibit

DJ motherfucking Quik

Erick Sermon

[DJ Quik]

Ay, tell me what you get when your nigga Xzibit

And Quik get down with the E Double?

You get we trouble

E, make the beat bubble

Make the bass all on you shake they break out

To the ground and dig em out of E rubble

Partyin, happy that you shook the whole crib

And if you got a pound E Dub I got dibs

Cuz this is how we do it here

It's ironic that you done stepped into a room

Of purple hydroponic, fat booty bitches sparklin

Tryin to take you to a star

Tryin to 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 figga rap niggas

From the gate, we been waited on and hated on since '88

Now cross my dogs or cross my path and I'ma whet ya

Way down from the Compton town, and I bet ya

[vocal box]

Ha, yeah, ladies and gentleman

Yeah, the bar is now open

C'mon, yeah, it's on me

C'mon, yeah

Presented to you, AvireX to the Z

Yeah, listen

[Xzibit]

I'm the spin doctor, Phantom of the Opera

If this was '89 I would break you off proper

Cockblocker, dump a few g's in my lolo

Not dough hoe, my nigga B came in solo, dolo

Most niggas react like a homo

And when they wit a crowd now they wanna get loud

Wanna act wild and act like a criminal, foul

And stretchin a mile, but really got the heart of a child

?? steal our tickets

Extra points like a field goal kicker

Like a fucked up D.A. wit a charge that aint stickin

I'm walkin away, a free man

Cuz y'all niggas softer than sand

Cuz we fuckin a fan and locin out wit your pan

I fucked your mother, so now I'm the motherfucking man!

Break fool on a track like it's supposed to be

And break bread with the real niggas close to me

EPMD

[vocal box]

C'mon, yeah, DJ Quik in the motherfucking house

Yeah, this dick in your mouth

Ha, c'mon, yeah!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, c'mon

Yeah, you think it aint

The west coast brought cats alive in 1999

All the way bouncin through millenium

Ha, c'mon, yeah

Yo, millenium shit, yeah, c'mon, yo millenium shit

Yeah, c'mon yo, millenium shit

Yeah, yo, DJ motherfucking Quik

Yeah, yeah, ha, yo, yo

Yeah, Green Eyed Bandit

Yeah, bitch niggas can't stand it

C'mon, yeah, keep it bouncin

Yeah, R.I.P. Roger Troutman

Yeah, yeah, c'mon, ha, yeah