Hey, never understood how we did it
How we made this music groove your very soul

Yo, I lamp out in the rented E-7 V-12 screamer
The new Benz, seen her? 290 thou', wow
Something your rap budget does not allow
Why you laughing? I don't see nothing funny

Pull back two Mac-10's now it's a big Mac-20
That is the basics, Quik and I we run the Matrix
Hold your mouth don't say ****, walk through any borough
That stretch from here past the tri-borough
Better respect us dog we thorough

Don't get confused, we smashing crews, it's my rules
Step incorrect and get abused
I bring the ruck to any cats bringing drama
Make 'em feel it like Tupac's, Dear Mama
It can be pitch black and I'll spot you
Boom, kick in your door like Big Poppa

Never, Xzibit
DJ mother***king Quik
Erick Sermon

Ay, tell me what you get when your ***** Xzibit
And Quik get down with the E Double?
You get we trouble, E, make the beat bubble
Make the b*** all on you shake they break out
To the ground and dig em out of E rubble

Partying, happy that you shook the whole crib
And if you got a pound E Dub I got dibs
'Cause this is how we do it here
It's ironic that you done stepped into a room
Of purple hydroponic, fat booty *****es sparkling

Trying to take you to a star
Trying to get you to recognize they know who you are
Can't you see the red carpet, they lay it out?
And if you got a fantasy, Erick they play it out

We big figure rap *****s from the gate
We been waited on and hated on since eighty-eight
Now cross my dogs or cross my path and I'ma wet you
Way down from the Compton town and I betcha that

Ha, yeah, ladies and gentleman
Yeah, the bar is now open
Come on, yeah, it's on me
Come on, yeah, presented to you, AvireX to the Z
Yeah, listen

I'm the spin doctor, Phantom of the Opera
If this was '89 I would break you off proper
**** blocker, dump a few G's in my lolo
Not dough hoe, my ***** Big Kam and Solo
Dolo, most *****s react like a ****

And when they with a crowd now they wanna get loud
Wanna act wild and act like your criminal file
Is stretching a mile but really got the heart of a child
[Unverified] steal our tickets, extra points like a field goal kicker
Like a ***ked up D A with a charge that ain't sticking

I'm walking away a free man 'cos y'all *****s softer than sand
'Cos we ***king a fan and locking out with your pan
I ***ked your mother, so now I'm the mother***king man
Break fool on the track like it's supposed to be
And break bread with the real *****s close to me, EPMD

Come on, yeah, DJ Quik in the mother***king house
Yeah, this **** in your mouth, ha, come on, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, come on, yeah, you think it ain't?
The West coast broadcasting live in 1999

All the way bouncing through millennium
Ha, come on, yeah
Yo, millennium ****, yeah, come on, yo, millennium ****
Yeah, come on, yo, millennium ****
Yeah, yo, DJ mother***king Quik

Yeah, yeah, ha, yo, yo
Yeah, Green Eyed Bandit
Yeah, ***** *****s can't stand it
Come on, yeah, keep 'em bouncing
Yeah, R.I.P. Roger Troutman

Yeah, yeah, come on, ha, yeah
Yo, yeah, what? Yeah, yeah
Hah, yeah, yeah, it's the real *****s
Yeah, bounce with me, come on
Yeah, ha, ha, ha, ha, *****

Never understood how we did it
How we made this very music groove your soul