Dj Quik - Real Doe lyrics

[Verse 1] Yeah, now I'm checking a grip and them s**as is boo-hoo'n Cause slanging them funky a** tracks is what I'm doin' (Yo yo yo Quik, what time is it?) It's time to show the homies I can make another hit Another bomb a** cut, another 10 dollar tape In the pen steady swelling on the outs them n***as wailing on my sh** Cause they know that Quik will never quit I'm not an N.W.A, I ain't there, I'm on my way To the top of the tree, for C.M.W. to see It's me Chilling with the D-K-K-A-M-G And another homie dog known to you as Hi-C And we be kicking it, Genuine Draft in my clutch I'm getting funky with your ho because she's soft to the touch And then I'm out fading all the n***as that don't know Who just got a taste of the real doe [Interlude] [Verse 2] So you say you're on doe, here's a mothaf**ing hit (Yeah, I like that sh**) Now back to my goodie old good [?] I'm getting sweaty cause I roll with the good doe You wanna get a little taste? b**h, 10 dollars for a mothaf**ing take And if you try to snatch my stash I'm gonna beat your Black monkey a** Give me the pipe, cause that ain't right Look at you, n***a, you been up all night You say you want a true high? You say you wanna get f**ed up Here's a proper blast (Now go on with your funky a**) And tell the rest of your folks That the D and the fellas got the bomb a** doe [Interlude] [Verse 3] Take a taste of the real The D-O-P-E doe now the deal You know some n***as can't cope with a K I'm shaking the dice and leaving them broke You was your last hope, so what you do his crew You smelled the smoke, you choke, cause I'm unfadeable It was the note I wrote that made it playable So take a quote, now write it, because I say it doe Yeah, the K is goodamn able to rock the mic Straight out, you know I'm destined who want to light The pipe, I got the Russian, I know I'm White (You're White) I couldn't trust them With the purest of the dope because it'snot chest bustin' I'm the K, straight from second to none And if you wanna get some Take a chance, come with a cut rope You know you can't hang with a hit from the real doe [Interlude] [Verse 4] You know it's funky funky funky, I love a fat monkey I rap for the n***as, and steal from the honkies And always want the autograph, but I start to laugh Cause you used to ignore me, but now you adore me Cause b**h, you's a mothaf**ing trick Only out for the AMG dick Girl, I got paid, now I got it made Put your money where your mouth is, f**, take a s** Cause I know (I know), I know (I know) You's a big freak's open sesame And let me pop the pill, show you how I feel Nut in your bu*t and all that stuff Cause the vertical joyride's taking off I got my ticket, ho, so show me where to go And play me like a good old guitar Let me be your rock star with the real doe [Interlude]