Lyrics Quiks Groove (The One) [feat. DJ Quick, Sevyn Streeter & Micah] - The Game, DJ Quick, Sevyn Streeter & Micah

You see i wake up in the mornin grab ma blunt an pull ma dick up out this bitch mouth.
Ye Deh Dehh.
Im feelin like makin this bitch iron ma clothes or somthin
Multi taskin cookin breakfast make a nigga wanna smack dat ass
See i met this bitch on Crenshaw she told me giv her ride i sed if i do that you gotta giv me head while Ray Charles drive
Cuz i aint fo the drink an no i aint, im wiv ma main bitch an ma side bitch im feelin like Saddam
They had the bomb
An if her baby daddy trippin fuck dat nigga i push dat nigga head like back like he Lebron
Makin a nigga dissapear like Jeswarn
Body found by the Swans nigga missin both his arms
I aint playin
Im with da Rat-A-Tat-Tat
Shoot a nigga if he do or dont die he never comin back
Now its 1-2 buckle ma shoe
Pad leather Gesepis nigga watch wat tha fuck i do
Its the P -I -R to tha U
An i put that on ma moma ima ride for u baby boo
I sed i put dat on ma moma ima ride for you baby boo
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Hope you givin head today
Cus i jus wanna put this dick all in you
(So i can bust a nut)
Maybe we go celebrate
(Celebration)
You bring all your girls an im a bring ma crew
Let me be the one you take home at the end ov the night babe
Let me be the one
Only, want you to myself babe
Let me be the one
You no, always open to suggestions
Let me be the one
Down fo you, shud never be a question babe
To blow your mind...
Quick is tha name, with tha Game its a god dam shame,
Niggas cant see that we to blame,
Fo puttin Compton to flame,
Ignite it up, haters light it up
Wen u trip
But cant get stores in yo whip
Its wat i do, to protect ma party
Ma goons snatch you out by yo air party
An its bext shorty, all the ladies drink free All the players grab a tab thats how that spozd to be
Drinkin Classic Eagles
Fuckin faster than Grand National Regals
Im in it doin pussy doin keagles
Im so fresh single rite now
She so spead eagle rite now
Aint nuthin but the clothes goin down
Im in the game an tha fires the same
Ma music is deafening
Like even before ma fame
I wrote about a thousand 16 bar verses
An im still comin off like its ma first year
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Now DJ Quick got a bitch from tha bay
Sez she wanna fuck his lil homie gotta him sippin on his Alize
You ever had your dick sucked on Mausberg before
An had a Mausberg Comp leanin on a front door
Treat ma dick like a new born
Hold da head
I told a bitch pimpin aint dead
Hoes are scared
So stop dat livin
I got a bitch from da niggaz
Since they got a fuckin bounty on ma head
UH OH
Im rhymin with Chuck Taylor too
He doin sumthing new
Sumthing more comfortable for you too just bang your shit too
So lady go an work those hips
Like the inmates work those dips
An wen i get there baby work your lips
If it dont make dollars dont holla
Its DJ Quick in any year Impala
An if it dont make sense then dont flinch
Wat you get from a pole that dont you grass?
No Shit...
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(DJ