Focus Lyrics - Singles - Def Squad

Hey! 

[vocal box] 

Never understood, how we did it 

How we made this music groove your very soul 

[onasis] 

Yo I lamp out in the rented e-7 v-12 screamer 

The new benz, seen her? 

290 thou, wow 

Somethin your rap budget does not allow 

Why you laughin, 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 shit 

Walk through any borough 

That stretch from here past the tri ? ? 

Better respect us dog we ? kernel? 

Don't get it confused 

We smashin crews, it's my rules 

Don't come correct and get abused 

I bring the ruck to any cats bringin drama 

Make 'em feel it, like tupac's dear mama 

It could be pitch black and I spot ya 

Boom! kick in your door like big poppa 

[vocal box] 

Never 

Xzibit 

Dj motherfucking quik 

Erick sermon 

[dj quik] 

Ay, tell me what you get when your nigga xzibit 

And quik get down with the e double? 

You get we trouble 

E, make the beat bubble 

Make the bass all on you shake they break out 

To the ground and dig em out of e rubble 

Partyin, 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 bitches sparklin 

Tryin to take you to a star 

Tryin 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 figga rap niggas 

From the gate, we been waited on and hated on since '88 

Now cross my dogs or cross my path and i'ma whet ya 

Way down from the compton town, and I bet ya 

[vocal box] 

Ha, yeah, ladies and gentleman 

Yeah, the bar is now open 

C'mon, yeah, it's on me 

C'mon, yeah 

Presented to you, avirex to the z 

Yeah, listen 

[xzibit] 

I'm the spin doctor, phantom of the opera 

If this was '89 I would break you off proper 

Cockblocker, dump a few g's in my lolo 

Not dough hoe, my nigga b came in solo, dolo 

Most niggas react like a homo 

And when they wit a crowd now they wanna get loud 

Wanna act wild and act like a criminal, foul 

And stretchin a mile, but really got the heart of a child 

? ? steal our tickets 

Extra points like a field goal kicker 

Like a fucked up d.a. wit a charge that ain't stickin 

I'm walkin away, a free man 

'cause y'all niggas softer than sand 

'cause we fuckin a fan and locin out wit your pan 

I fucked your mother, so now I'm the motherfucking man! 

Break fool on a track like it's supposed to be 

And break bread with the real niggas close to me 

Epmd 

[vocal box] 

C'mon, yeah, dj quik in the motherfucking house 

Yeah, this dick in your mouth 

Ha, c'mon, yeah! 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, c'mon 

Yeah, you think it aint 

The west coast brought cats alive in 1999 

All the way bouncin through millenium 

Ha, c'mon, yeah 

Yo, millenium shit, yeah, c'mon, yo millenium shit 

Yeah, c'mon yo, millenium shit 

Yeah, yo, dj motherfucking quik 

Yeah, yeah, ha, yo, yo 

Yeah, green eyed bandit 

Yeah, bitch niggas can't stand it 

C'mon, yeah, keep it bouncin 

Yeah, r.i.p. roger troutman 

Yeah, yeah, c'mon, ha, yeah