So Many Wayz lyrics

Artist  : Dj Quik 
Song : So Many Wayz



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featuring 2nd II None Peter Gunz

Yo this
is DJ Quik
And quite frankly
I think we
gotta be some of the baddest
motherfuckers
that ever fuckedwith rap
music
Cause this album right here is on some
old cool shit
If you don’t believe
me
Just give me three and a half seconds and
I’ll show you
You ready?

One one and
a half
Two two and a half
Three three and a
half

Uh
Yeah
Got my niggas 2nd II
None up in this bitch
My nigga Peter
Gunz
That’s right
AMG, El Debarge, Playa
Hamm, Hi-C, Suga Free
Check this shit
out

I'm like fries in a skillet
Much
too hot to hold
I'm strong and I'm handsome
and black
Plus I'm bold
A mental
case
Sometimes stressin
But then I
flip
Because you got to go crazy on Hollywood
for your grip
And you know ain't no room in my
mirror for your face
And if I got y'all
confused like Rubik then state yo case
Yet
creepshow suckas keep tryin to submerge
mine
But I can hold my breath for a long
time
I emerge with treasures and coins
A
thick sack
And your life ain't mine to
take
Now kick back
Cause if it don't make
dollas
Sucka you know the poem
Cause either
you pimpin this game
Or you just hoin
Now
get up outta mine
Nigga
I'm the
bomb
Droppin heat on your homeboys
And
spreadin like napalm
Cause I got more styles
than your car's got miles
And I
Got more
styles than a hotel's got towels
Cause I kicks
it in

So many ways (Uh huh and we can flip
it in)
So many ways (Cause we can rock a
party)
So many ways (Got bomb for
everybody)
So many ways (Now baby can you feel
it in)
So many ways (Cause you know we can deal
it in)
So many ways (And I can make your body
numb in)
So many ways (Cause you ain't never
heard a nigga come)
So many ways (Ah hah, ah
hah)

I'm chillin, mackin, stackin up these
ends
I gotta check and I gots no time for no
friends
I bust a trick
Make her bounce like
a low-low
While I'm twisted off that
bud
Countin money at the mo-mo
No flow
so
Ain't no need to tell the po-po
Believe
me bra'
All the snitches get the fo-fo
Now
here we come again
With a brand new
twist
On guard
I rock the party like
this
With so many ways to get paid
I hustle
for days
The tenth of the month I get my
government aid
And the
used-to-be-crooks
I'm puttin money on they
books
Cause satan got busy
And many souls
got took
We shook up the world
I did it
with my partner for his sons and my
daughter
You don't have to be no baller
To
kick it with me
See, I stay real G
D
forever feedin all you punk hoes misery

So
many ways (I can get busy)
So many ways (I gots
to get the scrilly)
So many ways (We can have a
mardi-gras)
So many ways (Cause I can rock the
party y'all)
So many ways (Tell me can ya feel
it in)
So many ways (I gots to make the
dividends)
So many ways (You know I keep it
real in)
So many ways

I was known for
triple m shots
And straight plottin
But
hitten em hoes had me wastin up a knot
And all
these figaros crow
Waitin to get hot
Now
it's cool
You got your spot
Without that
funky cock
And that dramatic experience
You
and him went through
Ain't got nothin to do
with the K
So keep cool little girl
This
ain't no Hollywood play
Girls who wear
reps
And play them sucka games you
play
Catch the redline metro rail
Blaze a
trail
I can feel you ain't real
And I can
tell
>From meetin different people
Figures
to throats
Scandalous to the
rich
Goodhearted to the broke
And these
young and old folk
They like to hear good
music
If it's weak lose it
But if it's
bumpin choose it
But don't abuse it
And try
to take it to the brain
If you do you'll be
caught up in a strain
And be hangin on my
thang in

So many ways (Now watch me put it
down in)
So many ways (You know I like to get
my clown in)
So many ways (We can flip the
sound in)
So many ways (K and D got it humpin
in)
So many ways (You know you wanna bump it
in)
So many ways (We can have a
mardi-gras)
So many ways (You know I rocks the
party y'all)
So many ways

So many ways
(x8)

I walk three thousand miles for a
taste of that gangsta shit
Messin around with
G-1
And the DJ Quik
Stick and move from
east-west
In vest like stocks
I went from
pushin Nikes to pushin drops
Fuck around and
go platinum quick
Messin with Quik
Nigga
got hits like Swizz
So watch your trick
See
me playin Avirex and the Pepe's
No shirt
on
Your girl sweat me
And I'ma hit it if
she let me
Backsides bangin
Hangin
All
amazed
She get this dick in (So many
ways)
Blow her back out
Then I mack
out
Freak the keys to the Lex
Or find me
havin sex in my NSX
I'm from the BX
But we
flex from east to west
So while you niggas
coast-trippin
We'll be cashin them
checks
Peter Gunz
One of the most
in-credible ones
G-1, Quik, we rolls
thick
And gets the job done in

So many
ways (Cause I kick it in)
So many ways (You
know that I can flip it in)
So many ways (And
I can rock a party)
So many ways (I got bomb
for everybody)
So many ways (Bring it from the
Bronx in)
So many ways (From New York to
Compton)
So many ways (We keep it
pumpin)
So many ways (Uh)

So many ways
(x16)