Pet Sematary Lyrics - The Midnight Life - Dj Quik

Man Quik, what they talkin' 'bout? 

Man they talkin' 'bout R&B music and Gangsta Rap is dead 

What!? Damn 

Aye, we need to go bury both of them muthafuckaz in the pet semetary 

Take them to Compton and Watts then 

I hit the liquor depot, on Crenshaw 

Where all the working class G's go 

Around the corner from Greg house 

On the next block 

Knocking something down 

Cause South Central got the best cock 

And the flyest bitches live in ran down spots 

That's why them niggas be Piruin' and Crippin' 

Tryin' to protect that ghetto pussy they hittin' 

And you know what you goin' get when you buy you a Quik beat 

And you know what's goin' happen your bitches and Quik meet 

And I know that she goin' kiss and tell 

She can't keep it quiet, can't help it when the dick is swell 

Have to admit it 

It's just good 

She's gotta laugh 

Like a parent, I put a whoopin' on her bottom half 

I'm a player from the Himalayas 

Niggas don't agree, then them niggas' haters 

I'm just tryin' to be the R&B savior with the instrumental 

Or goin' down like JFK in a Continental 

The most underrated, so mothafu*kin' hated 

Anything I do for music is never celebrated 

Ya'll killin' the game like pesticides 

But, DJ Quik is unpasteurized 

My music is flawless, my lyrics is lawless 

Your hood wouldn't be eatin' 

I'm the reason for all this 

Ya'll tryin' say I got my jaw broke in Compton 

What kind of fake gangsta movies ya'll be watchin' 

That's some cowboy sh*t, this some now boy sh*t 

When them rounds hit your car, that's as loud as it's goin' get 

Handle my lightweight, get him embalmed [?] 

So don't fu*k with the great 

You're much safer on skates 

On thin ice 

With lead plates 

I'm 'bout to reboot, go in and recoup, come through and shoot, make 'em scatter like shoooop 

So all that don't like me, you can suck a dick or somethin' 

Turn over on your stomach, take a dildo 'til you vomit 

I know you niggas crampin', I know the real you 

You keep fu*kin' with me, and I'm goin' kill you 

Now what they want to go and cancel Arsenio Hall for 

Now we got no place to kick it, That's so uncalled for 

I'm a bad motherfu*ker, cause my Glock says so 

But my wallet says Gucci, I'm a fly killer yo 

Jewels on your ass, pullin' tools on your ass 

Recite a scripture before I put these on your ass 

I'm a [?] 

Put that in perspective, it's about a half oz of the OG 

Gettin' low key 

Rollin' more trees than a hatchback 

Chillin' like it's '79 

My lyrics so wicked, nigga, go and rewind 

So, one more time, I'm from the world's most dangerous city 

Back on the scene with no cracks on my screen 

I'm like an addict gettin' back on that thing 

If R&B is dead, nigga, Rest In Peace 

But I'm still goin' write the stuff that make the stress release, Preach 

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