[Get Down]

[Verse 1: DJ Quik]

I'm hard and I'm flossy and I'm all that

You talk a lot of shit, where your bodyguard at?

I got a pocket full of money, where the mall at?

Where the quads at, where the drinks, where the broads at?

Niggas fightin over bitches need to squash that

You should be disgruntled 'cause you didn't land a posh cat

It's black pussy and I'm still tryin' to wash that

Rinse it up, lip to butt, right between the center gut

Sit in my lap, and look at my snaps

Drop a 20 and watch these troublemakers fightin' for scraps

My drawers so clean, my nuts are so powdered

Don't stress me out, just eat your clam chowder

Tryin' to stick my honeybee into your flower

If you like this rеcord then make the shit loudеr

It's so terrific out on the Pacific

Green plants and dancin' make you feel lifted

I'm DJ Quik and I'm so fuckin' gifted

That you didn't even feel when the momentum shifted

I turned the pocket around and slowed it all the way down

I'm a musical cockhound

[Chorus: DJ Quik]

Get down on the ground, spread your legs, put your hands behind your back

Get up and walk backwards towards me

You under arrest for them big-ass breasts

And that ass made me think you had a strap, pick your ass up

Get down on your face, spread 'em wide, where your ID?

Why you tryin' to lie to me? You've got the right to remain

Either you can ride the big-ass bus

Go to jail or go home with us, I need backup

[Verse 2: Chingy]

You need backup, Quik? I'm the right nigga to get

My picks a thick stallion, I'm slangin' the dick

Still bangin' the bricks, with the 'caine and the 6

Remain in the mix, because I'm famous and shit

Let the guest in, doors open, my entourage walked in

Let's get some whore scopin', I'm open for more pokin'

On my wrist is fifty tokens, buy that, chump

Sold a show out for a mill', try that, chump

I'm on the boat still listenin' to "Way 2 Fonky"

Park that ass right hurr, chick, and make that monkey

Talk for me, when ya walk I see

A clear speech come and get it I got some for each

Now I'm bumpin' on the radio and put it on repeat

Play it loud in the streets, go out and get yourself a freak

The moral of the story is we hoe-hoppin' police

Know your rights, put these cuffs on, you locked in these sheets

[Chorus: DJ Quik]

Get down on the ground, spread your legs, put your hands behind your back

Get up and walk backwards towards me

You under arrest for them big-ass breasts

And that ass made me think you had a strap, pick your ass up

Get down on your face, spread 'em wide, where your ID?

Why you tryin' to lie to me? You've got the right to remain

Either you can ride the big-ass bus

Go to jail or go home with us, I need backup

[Verse 3: Chingy]

Incense, cologne, women be attracted

Got the best sex, come on

It's somethin' 'bout the action when they flex, wet and bone

A model or a actress, I attach this note until the script get wrote

She see the list, text you're gone

I tap it make it happen stress there's eggs at home

A captain be reactin' to the sweat as you moan

Hold up, give me a second

I think Quik got somethin else to say before we end this record

[Verse 4: DJ Quik]

This beat is for your uncle and aunt

It's old enough to be dope, but young enough to be hot

Dedicated to everybody been beat by the cops

Just tryin' to get to the party and pop Tequila in shot

The legendary incindiary resentment for authority figures

From the most vocal of the local niggas

California to death, bringin' Compton to life

Makin' beats that'll snap yo' neck and have you writin' a check

You need to

[Chorus: DJ Quik]

Get down on the ground, spread your legs, put your hands behind your back

Get up and walk backwards towards me

You under arrest for them big-ass breasts

And that ass made me think you had a strap, pick your ass up

Get down on your face, spread 'em wide, where your ID?

Why you tryin' to lie to me? You've got the right to remain

Either you can ride the big-ass bus

Go to jail or go home with us, I need backup

[Outro: DJ Quik & Chingy

Oh yeah, your boy Ching-a-ling, DJ Quik

You know what it is, ha, oh, oh, oh

L.A. in the building, L.A. in the building

Hey, L.A. in the building

Get It Boys, Get It Boys

Get It Boys in the motherfuckin' building, oh, hahahaha

Watch them, Chingy — Chingy, don't leave, turn around, watch this

He's sweating, that means something, watch this — GO

[Down, Down, Down]

[Chorus: DJ Quik]

When we come up we gettin' down down down

Step in the club they give us pound pound pound

Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown and round

My nigga...

[Verse 1: DJ Quik]

My name is Quik and I be moving fast like a race car

But I'm top seed, number one like the pace car

Whether you up on me or you chillin' way far

You can tell almost immediately that I'm a star

So listen, muthafucka, why you comin' off hard?

My objective is to catch you off guard

Get covert and infiltrate yo' clique

Crack yo' shit and mack yo' bitch

Now, tell me could you conceive a nigga all up in her beaver

Givin' her the love fever

For hours at a time before I take a breather

And when she tell me she loves me I don't believe her

'Cause I rock in stereo or mono, I'm hot like gonno-rhea

Burnin' every time you take a pee-uh

So when you see a nigga out with his girl

Then baby, play like you don't know me and we'll keep in a twirl

Because I go deeper than the deep blue sea

Baby, do you really wanna play the flute on me? What?

I'll give you a sack and take it back, and you'll die to get it

Little punk, 'cause I'm fly with it

[Chorus: DJ Quik]

When we get up we gettin' down down down

Step in the club they give us pound pound pound

Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown and round

DJ Quik and Mausberg with a brand new sound

When we get up we gettin' down down down

Step in the club they give us pound pound pound

Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown and round

DJ Quik and Mausberg...

[Verse 2: DJ Quik rapping Mausberg's verse]

Oh, you didn't know that I'm the bomb, baby?

We'll take a toke of this D-I- and you gon' be feelin' fleezie

'Cause I be's Mausberg the superior

Step into the club, pound pound so you're feelin' us

But don't trip, we keep the vibes right

Baby, buy me some Remy

And if your baby daddy trippin' tell him beep me

'Cause I be's Blacker than Tone and swift up on my toes

G'd up in alligate's and black steel toes

Can I get a pound pound? (Pound pound)

If Free the flyest, who am I? (You the realest)

Look into my eyes and tell me what do you see

Are you jockin' my entourage, DJ Quik and AMG?

Well, get your groove on, 'cause I ain't hatin' on the homies

When that Non-Fic drop, you and your sister gon' be on me

All I wanna do is slide up in and slide back out

Slap you on your face and stick it dead in your mouth

You think I'm bullshittin'? Well, meet me after my show

Bring your lips to that all white stretch limo

So we can ride, slide, dip and glide -- booyah!

Do that thang 'til the whole clique fly -- what!

[Chorus: DJ Quik]

When we come up we gettin' down down down

Step in the club they give us pound pound pound

Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown and round

DJ Quik and Suga Free with a brand new sound

When we come up we gettin' down down down

Step in the club they give us pound pound pound

Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown and round

[Verse 3: DJ Quik rapping Suga Free's verse]

It feel good don't it?

It ain't no good if it ain't good enough

To put the proper good on it

Peep how I struck up

Bitch, jump in the air, stay there until I tell you come down

And when you do, you shut the fuck up

She'll sell a nice dream, but

Bitch, you'll have better luck tryin' to find 2Pac

Than me buying you somethin' off the ice cream truck

Oxygen, you leave 'lone, leave me 'lone

Before I lock you in that little bitty box again

Don't let up, y'all

Just keep her soakin' wet up

Playa playa and tell her when she need to shut up

Don't lighten up, nah nigga, you better tighten up

Throw your head back back back back

Lean it to the side (Lean it to the side)

Hey playas (Yeah), tell 'em that we fly (We fly)

Ooh, catastrophe

Bitch rather slide down a slide of razor blades

Into a pool of pimp piss but this ho had the audacity

To ask me for a dollar, even though that's all I had left

These greedy lying ass hoes'll fifty cents yo' ass to death

[Chorus: DJ Quik]

When we come up we gettin' down down down

Step in the club they give us pound pound pound

Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown and round

DJ Quik and Suga Free with a brand new sound

When we come up we gettin' down down down

Step in the club they give us pound pound pound

Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown and round

DJ Quik and AMG with a brand new sound

[Outro: DJ Quik & Chingy]

Oh, hey, I need this right here

I could use this, I could use this

You know what? You know what?

Let's throw it out, let's throw it out

Do it

Throw it out, fuck it

Yes, that's how we do it, y'all

You know what? I love Quik

This my people right here, you understand what I'm sayin'?

This my people

DJ Quik, a legend, a legend, a legend, a living legend

You know what I'm sayin'?

Yeah

This my folks

I'ma take a drink for him

I'ma take a drink for him right now

This my people right here, I love you, man

This my people

[Outro Dialogue: DJ Quik]

Check this out, this one record, though

This record right here is special to me because

I don't want to bring his name up

But he was locked up at Rikers Island in 1994, 1995

On a fake rape case

And he said that when he got the Safe + Sound album

In the winter of 1995

He said that when he listened to that album, it put him on the outs

And if you in jail, that means it gives you a, you know

It lets you know what's going on outside

He said this album was like his best newspaper for the streets

So I wanna dedicate this song to my nigga

And I think y'all know who it is but

Tell me if y'all like this song

And if you was in jail and this shit put you on the outs, too

Bang that shit