DJ Quik Speak On It lyrics

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 bitches 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

They hotter than them pretty red Dada's I be sportin'
'Cause I got the home court and when I'm rappin'
On my own tracks mothafucka I feel like Jordan

Now what lack that I'm the realest
On top of game you fuckin' 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' mad '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 shit and all them coward niggas good
Love madresta, Kam and Cr