Artist: DJ Quik Album: The Book of David Song: Killer Dope Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com [DJ Quik] How come y'all niggaz bitter? Hatin so much You wanna be up in my hair but you can't clean your brush Should evaporate, you just exacerbate What makes my sex life great and you gotta masturbate Your hair is fallin out, my hair is growin in I put my hair in curls and put yours in the garbage bin Then play piano on stage live when I rhyme And you niggaz can't even bounce and rap on time (I think I got it!) I bet Eazy-E is turnin over in his grave to see that some of y'all done made gangsta rap gay (GAY~!) I got a brand new HK and I sniper practice each and every day {*sniper shot*} (Okay!) My momma's conversations on the phone short with me (Mother..) I think she wants to have a heart-to-heart with me I told her I would kill you niggaz smartfully I'm the star player, you can't start from me [Chorus] Play that Quik shit, it get 'em all sparked Everywhere from La' Park down to Carver Park I keep it avenue, I'm bringin brothers hope Liquid change colors, it's that killer dope The street never changes, only faces do Every something years, it replaces you I get the people loaded, when they can't cope Put me on the burner, got that killer dope [Interlude] Killer, it's so... killer It's so... killer, killer dope [DJ Quik] I be all precision like the Temptations men Before Paul Williams' replacement stint or rehabilitation, what the name is.. My drinking situation is the same as his Attention deficit cause I don't pay you none I got the word before you came in, they say you done Tryna fix your pockets with some broken tools You run a broken school, full of broken fools ..Now g'on and clean out ya desk Take your name plaque with you while they clean out the rest I'm the new executive movement, I'm beatin my chest and I'm a mess... I digress that I'm too mature for the job I got, too young for the job I want 2-1 when my cars go flop, give all my homeboys a blunt Cause the point is two spliffs are double-jointed Now let's all go get high on my enemies' supply [Chorus] [Interlude] And it's killer, killer Got that killer dope It's so killer, it's so killer, it's so killer.. [DJ Quik] I gotta be simply ONE of the greatest, ONE of the hardest One of the smartest, one of the brightest One of the ones who helped start all this Some niggaz eatin simply because I chose to be an artist Way back when, I was homeless, way back when, I was carless Way back when, my sisters used to kick me out they apartments They back with they hands out, but they made me so heartless I don't even put cans out, I ain't tryna donate I ain't givin you bitches loans, this ain’t no fuckin bank! I ain't no house nigga, like {*censored*} If this is UAC music then WHAT makes it so awful? I'm back with the strap in my lap, I'm back in the hood with the gat I'm back with the drink in my trunk, don't think so I'll drink 'til I'm drunk I'm back in the kitchen, slow roastin a lesson And I play my own piano, don't call y'all for no sessions I'm a threat and a blessing, known to keep cowards stressing While I'm relaxing at the shooting range releasing aggression Now tell me how you want it [Chorus] [Interlude] It's killer, killer, killer My shit killer My shit is killer, killer, killer It's so killer My shit is killer, killer, killer So killer Shit killer, killer, killer So killer [Outro] Shouts goes out, to myself I love me, DJ Quik! FUCK THE WORLD!