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DJ Quik Lyrics

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Yo, a day in the life of a player named Quik
I'm just a stubborn kind of fellow with a head like a brick
And just because I drink the 8, they say that I'm hopeless
But I don't give a fuck, so blame it on the loc-est
Now this is how we do it when we checkin' a grip
Teddy Bear's in the house, so don't even trip
We're bustin' funky compositions as smooth as a prism
So check it while I kick it to this funky ass rhythm
It's Friday mornin', the phone is ringin' off the hook
And AMG is puttin' down girl rhymes in his notebook
Or should I say dope sack, because we don't bust wack
I pick up the phone and it's the D (whassup nigga?)
He said he's comin' down at about two on the dot
So I'm about to rush the tub while my water's still hot
And now I'm soakin', a brother like the devastatin' DJ Quik ain't jokin'
Fuck with me on DSP and you'll get broken
My name is Quik, but you can call me Daddy
Yo open up the door, they think I'm Freak Man in a Caddy
Now Freaky's in an El doggin' shabbies in at Alco
And everybody's sippin' on a quart (here we go)

D just came with a forty and a quart
In addition to the three that Greedy just brought
But I don't wanna start early, so I just might
Put my forty in the freezer cause I wanna get bent (tonight)

Tonight's the night (yeah, tonight)
Tonight is the night (tonight)
Tonight's the night (yo, when we gon get bent, tonight)
Tonight is the night (aw yeah)

And now I'm out of the tub, I'm feelin' a fancy freak
Spray on some serious and put on my Girbaud Jeans
Sweat-suit, the gray one with the burgundy trim
And it's a medium, fit me proper 'cause I'm nice and slim
Five thirty on the clock and the sun is steadily sinkin'
And I am steadily thinkin' about the 8 that I'll be drinkin'
You know I ain't ashamed and you know I ain't bashful
So go on and pop the forty so I can pour me a glassful
Ham is in the bedroom rollin' up a stencil
Fatter than a pinky and the length of a pencil
Freakie lit it up and hit it one, two, three
Shabby took a hit and then they pass it to me
It's the bomb
Yo, I can feel my senses (get numb)
Yo, fuck the forty ounce (I need some rum)
I'm chillin' like a villain (here I come)
And that's how I'm livin'

Tonight is the night and I'm lookin' real sporty
Proper Friday evening and I'm ready to party
Crusher came in with a handful of snaps
Fuck it, let's shoot some craps
(Yo what they in fo') a fin or a half
(Yo shoot that ten nigga) don't make me laugh
Hi-C want a dove and he think that shit is funny
But I'm seven and eleven and I'm takin' niggas money (tonight)

Tonight's the night (yeah watch me fuck the hoe, tonight)
Tonight is the night (passin' naturals on motherfuckers, tonight)
Tonight's the night (yo, I'm unfadable, tonight)
Tonight is the night (ah let's break it down, so I can get funky, tonight)


Ah yeah
Givin' em somethin' they can roll on, hold on

I wake up Saturday morning and I got a headache
I can't believe that I'm sick from all the shit that I drank
(Last night) soon as I felt it comin' on
I should quit, it's true that a drunk ain't shit
To the man up above, the whole thanks I give
I'll never drink again if you just let me live
Mike P spoke to me and I said I couldn't call it
Call it Earl like a mother while I'm grippin' the toilet
I need a 7-Up because my head is spinnin'
Round and round I think I better sit down
My homey Shot is alright, but I'm feelin' faint
I guess he's used to it, but a nigga like Quik ain't
K is on the phone, and Teddy's at the door
Some fine ass bitches comin' over at four
(I thought you ain't drinkin' no more) Yeah right
Because as soon as they come, we doin' the same ol' shit (tonight)

Tonight's the night (yeah, tonight)
Tonight is the night (straight gettin' fucked up, hey tonight)
Tonight's the night (fuck that pass me that pina colada)
(Man I don't wanna fade that 8 Ball no mo)
Tonight is the night (that shit be fuckin' a nigga up, tonight)
Tonight's the night (ah yeah nothin' but a party and I'm kickin' it)
(What's up Pete and Greg, tonight)
Tonight is the night (how you livin? Tonight)
Tonight's the night (hey somebody get that nigga a Genuine Draft, yeah, tonight)
Tonight is the night (and on that motherfuckin' note, I'm outta here)
(See-ya) tonight




We out (what about peace?)
Fuck peace nigga, give me another brew

Lyrics ยฉ BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Peermusic Publishing
Written by: Willie James Clarke, Betty Wright, David Marvin Blake, Norman Anthony Durham

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Chris Fenix

Quick was a laid back version of Eazy-E

AD 3

U sound like an idiot. Quik is his own person

Ken Lawrence



@Rancho la Arenita hey, if you have the energy and the will to go under the wall. Good on you, I've been told that one of the updates is that it's even deeper underground. It sounds like it's 6 ft or so. If you wanna put in the work, give it a go!

D Garcia

And a bit more creative, low key...


@End Times E and Quik were homies. They even linked up thru Penthouse Player's Click. If u gonna sound like you know what the fuck ur talking about, at least know what the fuck ur talking bout homie.

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One of the most underrated and underappreciated in the game!! Quik...sounds like a smoothed out Eazy!!

Gina Jael

This song was played in every black club, every night for like 7yrs straight...rt


All the 10k dislikes are from Jamaican men who thought the dislike button meant "dis i like"



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