Speak On It lyrics

Artist  : Dj Quik 
Song : Speak On It



 Send "Speak On It" Ringtone to your Cell 

 [DJ Quik]
Hey! 
You got that see through style that I can stare
through (right through)
Produce a track on you, I don't care to (I won't
do it)
But I'm sympathetic to your needin'
'Cause it ain't me your wife keeps turnin' down 
While she's tellin' you she bleedin' (she's lying
to you)
It ain't my fault I'm lookin' 23 and twenty-fo'
All day long hottest tracks rockin' any show
(true)
Notorious for making bit*hes horny
While you lookin' old walkin' through that corn
lookin' corny (look at that nigga)
And it's more than obvious that you're jealous
But don't hate my style, don't hate my money,
don't hate my fellas
We do what we gotta do to get where we're goin'
for us 
To be where we need to be at...believe that
Stop beggin' for a beat you can't afford it (uh
uh)
They hotter than them pretty red Dada's I be
sportin' (uh huh)
'Cause I got the home court and when I'm rappin' 
On my own tracks mothaf**ka I feel like Jordan!

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[Mausberg]
Now what lack that I'm the realest
On top of game you f**kin' my vibe off with them
homosexual ways
Me and my nigga...we on some new improved shit
Makin' you groove shit, get paid and move quick
Nigga you gettin' 'cause I'm shakin' my belly
In a stretch navigator makin' moves on the celly
Talkin' to Stan, Tone and Quik on a conference
call
Get ready dogg, you ponic 'bout to take off
 
Took the crown back, tucked it and ready for war
Bustin' over 2 cars, a house note and probably
more
I wanna see the Madd Rapper step in my hood
So I can take him fo' a sh*t and all them coward
niggas good
Love madresta, Kam and Crunk Dogg
Respect a nigga who done been through war
Sportin' a battle scar
But there's a lotta fake niggas, sportin' a fake
crown
Straight up out the swapmeet, bustin' on wack
underground

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Old man & young man Speaking

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[AMG]
Yeah, uh 
I been around the whole damn world in a day
Partied wit players and haters, told 'em the
rules of the game
Some in the vein, like this sh*t is a drug
You can catch me in the new 500 on dubs
I'm up in the club
Wanna get naked and smoke
Notice, you never see a nigga there when he broke
UH UH!
Somebody told me these hoes wanted to hold me
If a real player dress like Goldie, y'all niggas
throw in a oldie
SHIT!
Niggas wanna clown, clown, clown
You can find me at down, down, down
Dot com, bring ya mom (uh uh)
She wanna see too, cartier see trough
Poppa in the beat
Oh shit, it's a thrill
Tonight a couple of mill
When we party in the grill
Livin' life's like a skill
Too much, cruder name 
But baby I betcha
f**kin' this money here, oh c'mon man I gotta
getcha