Pitch In OnA Party
DJ Quik Lyrics

Mama I know you said you wanted a record that you could listen to With no cussin' and shit I tried But I still gotta do this
DJ Quik's mother requested a clean record, however he cannot comply as he wants to release this song with explicit language.

Yo, jingle jingle We've go the lingo With so much heat it's hard for us to pick the first single
DJ Quik has created a catchy tune and has too many great options for the first single from the album.

It don't matter 'cause I'm underground anyway Rich balling, bitch call and fly any day
DJ Quik doesn't care about mainstream popularity as he's successful and can attract women effortlessly.

You dirty niggas y'all too whack to dance Y'all need to ease up off that now before y'all splint y'all pants
People not dancing are lame and DJ Quik warns them to get up and dance before they tear their pants.

And leave that up to my niggas, young fly niggas Getting down, do or die niggas, don't try niggas
He encourages his cool and stylish friends to take charge and keep dancing the night away.

I changed my mind, I don't want your bitch 'Cause sorry ass women just don't get rich You could keep her I'd rather have a fifi bag because it's cheaper
DJ Quik changes his mind about wanting a woman because he believes they can't help him become wealthy and prefers a less expensive FIFI bag instead.

You can't come up for air now I gets deeper And my hold is so cold, it's a sleeper So pass the reefer (ah yeah)
DJ Quik is in control and the party is only getting wilder. He asks for weed to keep the fun going.

And to you false balling n*ggas just grab your crotches But if you paid, n*gga, pat your pockets
DJ Quik calls out fake people who pretend to be successful. However, he admires those who are genuinely wealthy and encourages them to feel proud of their achievements.

And for sure (yeah) You've got yours (mhm) I've got mine's and we're ballin' (that's right) So call up everybody (what we doin'?) Let's pitch in on a party for sure
DJ Quik and his friends are wealthy and they are inviting everyone to a party, even pitching for the expenses.

Somebody bring the potato salad Let's take a ballot On who gonna invite the hoes that make the party valid (me?)
DJ Quik plans to have a potluck with the party-goers, and also contemplate which girls to invite that would make the party more fun.

'Cause we don't need a whole crib full of dudes again And here come the police with them big black boots again (damn) Kicking n*ggas out Hand cuffin' and stuffin' a gang of Jackie's chicken in they mouth (stop it)
DJ Quik doesn't want too many guys at the party, and also the police arrive to break up the party and arrest people.

Anton and Sean pitching a fit 'Cause somebody rolled her bud in a Henny blunt and won't pass the sh*t Who keep turning the lights on? Why the music keep skippin'? And why these dirty khaki n*ggas trippin'?
There are some minor issues at the party like people fighting over weed and problems with lighting and music.

I don't know, I'm Quik, and I'm still delighted Five-hundred dollars worth of White Star 'Bout to hide it 'Cause y'all ain't drinking mine up You better drink that E&J and Paul Masson And the rest of that wine up
DJ Quik decides to hide his expensive wine because he doesn't trust the other party-goers to not drink it all. He encourages everyone to drink the cheaper options instead.

You party haters need to stop it I think we really about to pat y'all pockets And for sure
DJ Quik calls out the people who aren't enjoying the party and warns them to stop ruining the fun or be prepared for him to check their pockets.

Hey baby, my girlfriend left me today So which one of you ol' raggedy-ass b*tches Wanna come in here and play? That's what my homie told her tryna cop the Cancun Then I caught him in there hunchin' in my downstairs bathroom
One of DJ Quik's friends is having relationship problems with his girlfriend and is looking to hook up with someone else at the party. Later, DJ Quik finds his friend having sex in his bathroom.

And in the kitchen and up in there on the dancefloor By the big screen TV, where your pants go? (y'all nasty) Boy, you n*ggas, I swear I try to throw y'all raggedy asses a party And y'all don't even care
People are getting intimate in random places at the party and DJ Quik is annoyed that they aren't being discreet and ruining the fun.

Cigarette burns in my plush (damn) Empty beer bottles in the brush And my b*tch acting like a lush Boy, what else could go wrong?
DJ Quik's things have been damaged and his girlfriend is acting drunk. He feels like everything is going wrong.

Somebody to kick the extension cord out "Move! Y'all gotta be some of the clumsiest motherf-" To the sounds, now it's on Y'all done f*cked up Get out, get on
Someone is so clumsy that they kick the extension cord out and ruin the music. In response, DJ Quik kicks everyone out of the house.

Speed up, n*gga Get up, take your weed on Yeah, n*gga, the drunk n*gga said it Your pockets, that's where I'm heading Kick up
The party is over and DJ Quik's drunk friend urges everyone to leave. DJ Quik then pats his friends' pockets to make sure no one is stealing from him.

So call up everybody (hell yeah) I've got mine's and we're ballin' (all day) So call up everybody Let's pitch in on a party for sure (yeah) So call up everybody (like a motherf*cker) You've got yours I've got mine's and we're ballin'
Despite the chaotic events at the party, DJ Quik and his team had a great time. He suggests throwing another party and pitching in for the expenses.