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DJ Quik - Well lyrics
[DJ Quik] Now if I broke my leg, tell me, would I be carried? And would you still love, baby, if I was married? Or will I make the shot even if I was hurried? And will I still be remembered even after I'm buried? They got me waking up in the morning getting loaded Got me worrying so hard sometimes I'm feeling like my brain exploded But I'm a break it down, fix it and re-roll it And show you haters out here that I control it I'm in this for something so different that you couldn't imagine The style, the flyness, the beautiful hoes The pile, the higness, the pitiful lows That keeps a major player like me up on his toes No, not quite, I want my props on the merit of the hands That I use to mould myself to the spirit of a man I'm just a tiny grain of sand under my God The one who keeps me humble, keeps me up and working hard It's alright to be in love with yourself But when your sex life gets bad you ain't on the shelf Lose your addictions, clean spirit's a must Shed your inhibitions and come bounce with us We trying to have fun from Japan to Compton With no more evil cause it salts the program See I never went back to something that burned out And I ain't never did a party I ain't turn out [Chorus: Raphael Saadiq] Things I used to do, I don't do no more Places I used to go, don't move me like before Ahh, but it's gonna be rough [Mausberg] >From the bottom to the top, top to the bottom Real homeys don't forget about the ones who thought about em Rags to riches, riches to rags I apologize for hurting your feelings, little fag Back in the day we was young thinking everything was cool Ditching school, puffing beadies and drinking brew Afraid of the bomb izm but we tried it Ain't no sense in denying it, I loved that environment Take a look back and damn near shed a tear Reminiscing on the past time, year after year When we grew up, things have changed You in the penitentiary, I be dwelling in the rap game Started at the same path but I chose to go right Looking for money and fame cause I'm a rider for life And all the slanging and banging and fucking rats in the past I shook it to the left and I ain't looking for a pass [Chorus] [DJ Quik] Now I just want to do my best whether it's work, play or either And I ain't trying to be no preacher cause they ain't perfect neither One of the coldest entertainers that I done seen yet With the skill to rock the fellas and make the ladies sweat But there's a method to the madness that I suffer from Making the hardest dudes tremble and even tougher run It's called the spirit and it's fly, and it's making me bigger Keeping me from stressing out and throwing nuttys on niggas Ain't religion for me unless it's all to the good Cause I'm an open-minded ex-G with my sights on the hood Trying to keep the little YGs out of the line of the fire Even if it means I'm gonna take the hit, leak and expire Now I see what Top was saying before he left his hole That we'll shine like glitter, my nigga, but keep your soul Don't give another nigga control of your gold Share your parties with the world and watch you get swirled [Chorus] |
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