Terrace Martin - The Appeal lyrics

[DJ Quik] Comptown Gangstaville Quik and Kurupt Yeah, everybody was born with a brain But nobody born with instructions to use it [Kurupt] The more I think about it I see Nothing else can happen to me The more I take a look and I saw The more I watch, the more I'm involved And every little step that I take And every little move I could make And every little move I could make And every breath it take to escape The more I try to get me some cheese The more this n***as try to impeach Cause slow away the games a speech Its easy to give up than succeed The more a n***a gaining speed The more these n***as aiming at me I still keep it D.P.G Just a little piece of pie I deserve Cause you don't really wanna get served I'm just trying to educate you with words I'm just trying to hit the scoul with the birds And make a billion off of head sticking nerds Got me a plan to get this money with ease Just me, DAB, and the Three's 2 Mac 11's a breeze Plus the bomb as endo weed The more I think about it I can see Nothing else is troubling me The more I think about it I saw The more I watch the more I'm involved [Chorus: Desiree Anderson] The more I think about it The more I wanna get involved It shouldn't be hard to do it You gotta feel somebody, show ‘em it's real The less I work around it The more my problems solved I wouldn't get too caught up in it But it's all I'm feelin', and I'm so real an' [DJ Quik] Now what would a saint do? Quiksta, this ain't you Avoid all these dirty girls who came here to take you But I'm h*mosapien I'm lovin' what they be in I'm trying to crash with them like the zilgen of sapien Oh, you could park the temptation No I can't dawg she's Asian And she's finer than Lacey Macey or Kimi Kardayshian f** it, I'm crazy then f** it, I'm crazy then, but look at the space I'm in I'm in this room with three broads and a dude And I'm getting all the attention So I look rude Cause it looks like I'm having too much fun I look over at dude He got that wrinkle in his brow Here we go now Am I gonna have to shoot this motha f**a? Yeah, mind you I will, at some point, it's real And at this point I just gotta show s**as how I feel I bailed out their garage and left with the broads [Chorus: Desiree Anderson] The more I think about it The more I wanna get involved It shouldn't be hard to do it You gotta feel somebody, show ‘em it's real The less I work around it The more my problems solved I wouldn't get too caught up in it But it's all I'm feelin', and I'm so real an' [DJ Quik] G1, you a fool for this rule, n***a