Quik: My name is quik & I be moving fast like a race car But I’m top seed #1 like the pace car Whether you up on me or you chillin’ way far You can tell almost immediately that I’m aced off So listen muthafucka why you comin’ off hard My objective is to catch you off guard Get covert & infiltrate yo’ clique Crack yo’ shit & 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 hot like gonno- Rhea burnin’ everytime you take a pee uh So when you see a nigga out with his girl Then baby play like you don’t know me & we’ll keep in a twirl Because baby I go deeper than the deep blue seas Baby do you really wanna play the flute on me? I’ll give you a sack & take it back & you’ll die to get it Little punk ’cause I’m fly with it
Chorus 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 & round Dj quik & amg with a brand new sound (repeat)
Amg: I told her don’t chase it but you can place it In between your jaws to taste it Or leave it in the basement I be the riddler that’s too familiar get in the middle of ya And then I diddle ya, dick ya down ’til it tickles Smack the booty with no pimples Caress ya back then rub ya nipples Baby I’m a crack fiend get the ky & if I’m at a jiggalo Baby say hi fly like a eagle in a range rover or a regal Lookin’ for the party people & when I catch ya baby girl You should feel lucky we can make love But don’t forget to fuck me ’cause you got more bounce than roger troutman I don’t know when it’s in or out and Soak me baby give me that good thang Ain’t nothin’ wrong with a coochie bang ’cause suga free, mausberg, quik & the am Definitely knows how to play ’em ’cause we went from demos to limos to luxuriousies To models from milan on they knees
Chorus 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 & round Amg & mausberg with a brand new sound (repeat)
Mausberg: Oh you didn’t know that I’m the bomb baby Well take a toke of this d-i- & you gon’ be feelin’ flizie ’cause I be’s mausberg the superior Steppin’ through the club pound pound so ya fearin’ us But don’t trip we keep the vibe right Baby buy me some remy & if Yo’ baby daddy trippin’ tell him beep me ’cause I be’s black & tone & swift up on my toes G’d up in alligate’s and steel toes Can I get a pound pound? (pound pound) If free the flyest who am i? (you the realest) Look into my eyes & tell me what do you see Oh you jockin’ my entourage dj quik & amg Well get yo’ groove on ’cause I ain’t hatin’ on the homies When that 9-5th drop you & yo’ sister gon’ be on me All I wanna do is slide up in & slide back out Slap you in yo’ face & stick it dead in yo’ mouth You think I’m bullshittin’ well meet me after my show Bring yo’ lips to that all white stretch limo So we can ride, slide, dip & glide booyah! And do our thang ’cause my whole clique fly
Chorus 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 & round Mausberg & suga free with a brand new sound (repeat)
Suga free: 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 & when you do you shut the fuck up She’ll sell a nice dream but bitch you’ll Have better luck tryin’ to find 2 pac 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 & tell her when she need to shut up Don’t lighten up naw nigga you better you better tighten up Throw ya head back back back back Lean it to the side hey playas (yeah!) Tell ’em that we fly (we fly!) ooooh catastrophe! Bitch rather slide down a slide of razor blades Into a pool of pimp piss but this hoe 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 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 & round And we come to hit the world with a brand new sound (repeat)
Afterhours lyrics