His debut album, "Quik Is The Name" was led by the success of two top 20 R&B singles, "Tonite" and "Born and Raised in Compton." "Tonite" even charted on the pop charts. The album ended up reaching 10th on the album charts. None of his successive albums reached the success of his debut, though they have been well received in California, particularly his 1998 release "Rhythm-Al-Ism." His most popular albums are Quik Is The Name and Safe + Sound. . On "Safe + Sound" appears "Dollaz And Sense," which was a diss track to Compton rapper and member of the rival Tragniew Park Crips MC Eiht. Though full of bravado at the time, Quik now admits to fearing for his life during the period.
Instead of joining the G-Funk movement during the 1990's, DJ Quik had his own style that a new version of P-Funk, inspired by artists like Roger Troutman (who even taught him the use of the talkbox, which became a trademark for Quik's sound in the 1990's) and George Clinton. Throughout his career, Quik has collaborated with and produced for artists including 2Pac ("Heartz of Men", "Words To My First Born", "Late Night"), Janet Jackson ("All For You"), Snoop Dogg (e.g. "Doin' Too Much", "Buss'n Rocks", "Don't Tell"), Talib Kweli ("Put It In The Air"), Whitney Houston ("Fine"), Kurupt ("Can't Go Wrong"), Jay-Z ("Justify My Thug"), Xzibit ("Sorry I'm Away So Much"), Ludacris ("Spur of the Moment"), Chingy ("Bagg Up", and "Wurr's My Cash"),Dr. Dre, 2nd II None, Hi-C, Suga Free ("Street Gospel" album and on the "New Testament" album), 8Ball & MJG ("Buck Bounce") and others. Though he formally produced only "Heartz of Men" on 2Pac's masterpiece "All Eyez On Me" album, he went uncredited for work on many other tracks on the album; on that track he used his real name David Blake, because Profile did not allow him to use his stage name. In 2002, he produced Truth Hurts' Top 10 pop hit "Addictive". Quik used an uncleared Hindi sample on the record, and the copyright holders eventually filed a $500 million dollar lawsuit against Truth Hurts' label, Aftermath Entertainment.
Quik faced personal and professional tragedy when his friend and protegé Mausberg was murdered on the 4th of July, 2000. This was compounded by the death of his best friend Daryl Reed soon after.
Following 2000's "Balance and Options" CD he was dropped by Arista Records which in 1998 had bought Profile Records. In September 2005, DJ Quik released his first independent album on his own new label, Mad Science, which was supposed to be distributed by Warner Bros but Quik was forced to let Time Warner and so signed his Mad Science with Fontana/Universal. The album is titled "Trauma" and reflects the turmoil in the producer's life over the past few years. He than released "Trauma: Instrumentals". In recent years he has worked with a 74 piece orchestra during a collaboration with Marcus Miller while working on the score to the movie "Head of State." Over the years, Quik has morphed from a hardcore gangsta rapper to a mainstream producer and rapper who is not afraid to change his style. He has not abandoned his West Coast roots and now produces very much his own unique style.
You Know
DJ Quik Lyrics
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You know I know, you know I know
You know I know, you know I know know I know
Now if your beats ain't poppin and
The streets don't jock him
And it ain't nuttin poppin, it ain't poppin
And if the walls ain't shakin
Then it ain't no fakin, you ain't makin
It's like yeah, and you don't stop
You can make it all the way to the top
But first come on down!
("Back to life") but first you
Gotta come on down ("Back to life") yeah
Yeah you know whassup, I know you like that
Bring it right back, I know you like that
That's the feeling, don't try to fight back
It'll bite back, cause I know you like that
My trunk got bump and my beat got shine
I lead DPG in the city of sunshine
Birds of a feather in the
Air they get together it's just how we do
Together now forever forever true
All the things that I done in my lifetime
Two 9's by my waistline, lifeline
You need a Jag to have swag
I just walk in and the swag is the Jag
I got an apartment in the stash compartment
Just in case you wanna start shit, listen
Lil' momma lookin for a G
Yeah she lookin for a nigga like me (like me)
Now where they go, with the fellatio?
Say it so, lay it low, player pro, stay or go
You want hay or 'dro? Bombay
Or Mo'? Grey or no?
Way to go I see she's happy
That's the way to go
So I'ma just jump in the Jag and dash
Get some gravel behind me, pickin up my cash
And if you see me simply speakin begone
Because tonight we got a function goin on
So break out your Gucci, Louis and Prada
Chanel
Then after the club, relocate to the hotel
After the hotel we migrate up to the lab
To make a beat with Saadiq
And eat some lobster and crab
Drink some Goose and then stab
The kidneys and bladder nationality matters
I like them out-of-towners who come
From the Copa Cabana this beat is bananas
It hit's yo' antennas
Cause DJ Quik's mo' gifted than Santa
The lyrics to DJ Quik & Kurupt's song Do You Know are an exploration of hip-hop culture and self-expression. The song opens with a call to action to create from within, suggesting that the real remix comes from one's own mind. Moving into the verses, the artists paint a picture of their experience as successful rappers and the attitudes they face from others. They assert their status as Gs (gangsters) and claim to take respect, comparing themselves to the legendary Gang Starr. The artists also boast of their fame and fortune, asserting their mastery of the rap game. The lyrics incorporate references to specific hip-hop figures and historical moments, adding to the overall message of the song.
Overall, Do You Know celebrates the power of hip-hop as a means of self-expression and self-affirmation. It encourages individuals to be true to their own creative vision and to claim their place in the culture. While the song features braggadocious lyrics, it ultimately stands as an anthem of empowerment for those within the hip-hop community.
Line by Line Meaning
The real, remix
This is the real deal remake of a classic.
More MCing, and DJing
Expect more rapping and scratching in the upcoming performance.
From your own mind, ya know?
Be original and creative.
"I-I guess right now we should start the show"
Let's get started with the performance.
Please baby, we gettin' G's, you know the steez baby
We're making money and you know our style.
Ain't no if's, no and's, no but's or no maybe's
No hesitations or doubts.
The vibe'll drive you crazy, almost break your neck
The music will be so good it will move you.
Again we take respect, remember Just To Get A Rep?
We demand respect, as we have always represented.
Sportin' baggy pants, mackin' stackin' finance
We dress comfortably but stylish and make money.
Bold figure, older nigga, yo watch me advance
We make bold moves and continue to grow.
Used to be a small cat, now I'm all that and more
We've come a long way and achieved so much.
Puttin' the pressure on, catchin' rep from the dog
We keep pushing and earning respect.
Pure secure, injectin' like the fuckin' doctors
We are confident and influential.
Smoother than silk, more milk than Louie Pasteur
We are smooth and rich.
Ask yourself, "Do you wanna mess wit this?"
Dare to challenge us at your own risk.
The specialist, turn the page, I bring the rage when I spit
We're skilled and passionate rappers.
Then the set gets wet, I bring the crowd into a frenzy
Our performance is energetic and lively.
Leave you sleepin' wit the fishes, see how them niggas envy
We leave our competitors behind, envy us.
Authentic vocal tone, transmittin' like a mobile phone
Our voice and message are genuine and reach many.
Welcome to my ghetto my man, hope you can hold your own
We welcome everyone, but you must prove yourself.
I make you first name To The, last name Curb
We are so skilled, we embarrass our opponents.
I gets grimy, stimey, who you? Revenge of the herbs
We can get dirty but come back stronger.
I ain't seen you out here, and you ain't got no clout here
You're a nobody to us and not known.
Your style don't come across, you lost this bout here
Your style is not impressive and you're losing.
At five-eight and three-quarters, I be the warrior Sargent
I'm a soldier and unstoppable at my size.
Gang Starr, rippin' clubs and bars
Our group is famous for destroying stages.
Super-star studded, buyin' rings that's flooded
We're successful and can afford lavish jewelry.
On the low, countin' dough in this rap life I love it
We're living the life we wanted as successful rappers.
You best to back off, you jackoff
You better retreat, you jerk.
Rage next to blast off
I'm about to explode with anger.
Get wacked off 'cause your half-ass is soft
You'll get beaten because you're weak.
I bring it to you rough and rugged, chuga lug it
My style is aggressive and intense, take it or leave it.
Mothafuckers act like they hate it but mothafuckers love it
People act like they don't like our style, but secretly appreciate it.
I'm the raw dame in this war game, don't get your jaw tamed
I'm tough and don't hold back, don't be surprised.
Or broken, I ain't no joke and I ain't jokin'
Don't mess with me, I'm not playing.
You know my steez when I stand and deliv-de-liv-deliver-er-ies
My style and vibe are obvious when I perform.
I Tag MC's like Freeze and burn em like the third-degree
I defeat my opponents easily and with intensity.
Now wouldn't you agree, that the three of us put together
The three of us make an unbeatable team.
Make it mo' better to make mo' cheddar
We improve to make more money.
Puffin get higher than four centers
We get high and don't care.
Ask Coretta, Scott King on the spot
Even famous people like Coretta Scott King know our name.
Who's the Doc like that man uh, Mart King
We're so good, we're on the level of historical legends like Martin Luther King Jr.
Keep march-ing, 'cause when it comes to me and The Guru
We don't stop, because that's who we are.
Like my man Charlie Brown said, the rest of y'all is doo-doo
Charlie Brown says it best, everyone else is trash.
The butcher, the baker, time to meet your maker
It's time for our opponents to lose and move on.
Tell you to your face, you ain't nuttin' but a faker
We tell the truth in people's faces, they're fake and not real.
You're cheesy fo' sheezy, next to me you're measly
You're pathetic and a lesser version of me.
Believe me, I kick that shit so sick I'll make ya queasy
We're so good, we'll make you sick.
Now easy, Premier scratch that shit like fleas
Relax, and let DJ Premier do his thing.
Three men and The Lady, and uh, you know my steez
We're a group of talented people and our style is no secret.
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@sweetness34CB
Kurupt a Crip DJ Quik a Blood... Nobody does it better than L.A.
@I_Oppose
Damn, can't believe I missed this one. Can't go wrong with Quik.
@demetriousjohnson4300
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@yungdrastic
Too bad this album didn't get the shine it deserved. Two O.G.'s came together to make good music is a rarity in itself.
@TRC931
CRIPS AND BLOOD WORKING TOGETHER. I can be fun and funky
@charmer399
chilled out,fly music....a million times better than music on the radio...the whole blaqout album was tight,check it out..
@hustleman151
They bring that grown and sexy back to hiphop!!!
@sheldonwhitehair7124
dj quick n kurupt deadly combo
@smokewagun
"GODDAMN!" THIS SONG MAKES YOU GET THAT EXTRA REP !!!...Thank you for making this song and THIS BEAT.
@demetriousjohnson4300
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