Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song So Many Wayz, artist - DJ Quik. Date of issue: 16.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
So Many Wayz |
| Yo, this is dj quik |
| And quite frankly |
| I think we gotta be some of the baddest motherfuckers |
| That ever fuckedwith rap music |
| Cause this album right here is on some old cool shit |
| If you dont believe me Just give me three and a half seconds and Ill show you |
| You ready? |
| One, one and a half |
| Two, two and a half |
| Three, three and a half |
| Uh Yeah |
| Got my niggas 2nd ii none up in this bitch |
| My nigga peter gunz |
| Thats right |
| Amg, el debarge, playa hamm, hi-c, suga free |
| Check this shit out |
| Im like fries in a skillet |
| Much too hot to hold |
| Im strong and Im handsome and black |
| Plus Im bold |
| A mental case |
| Sometimes stressin |
| But then I flip |
| Because you got to go crazy on hollywood for your grip |
| And you know aint no room in my mirror for your face |
| And if I got yall confused like rubik then state yo case |
| Yet creepshow suckas keep tryin to submerge mine |
| But I can hold my breath for a long time |
| I emerge with treasures and coins |
| A thick sack |
| And your life aint mine to take |
| Now kick back |
| Cause if it dont make dollas |
| Sucka you know the poem |
| Cause either you pimpin this game |
| Or you just hoin |
| Now get up outta mine |
| Nigga |
| Im the bomb |
| Droppin heat on your homeboys |
| And spreadin like napalm |
| Cause I got more styles than your cars got miles |
| And i Got more styles than a hotels got towels |
| Cause I kicks it in So many ways (uh huh and we can flip it in) |
| So many ways (cause we can rock a party) |
| So many ways (got bomb for everybody) |
| So many ways (now baby can you feel it in) |
| So many ways (cause you know we can deal it in) |
| So many ways (and I can make your body numb in) |
| So many ways (cause you aint never heard a nigga come) |
| So many ways (ah hah, ah hah) |
| Im chillin, mackin, stackin up these ends |
| I gotta check and I gots no time for no friends |
| I bust a trick |
| Make her bounce like a low-low |
| While Im twisted off that bud |
| Countin money at the mo-mo |
| No flow so Aint no need to tell the po-po |
| Believe me bra |
| All the snitches get the fo-fo |
| Now here we come again |
| With a brand new twist |
| On guard |
| I rock the party like this |
| With so many ways to get paid |
| I hustle for days |
| The tenth of the month I get my government aid |
| And the used-to-be-crooks |
| Im puttin money on they books |
| Cause satan got busy |
| And many souls got took |
| We shook up the world |
| I did it with my partner for his sons and my daughter |
| You dont have to be no baller |
| To kick it with me See, I stay real g D forever feedin all you punk hoes misery |
| So many ways (I can get busy) |
| So many ways (I gots to get the scrilly) |
| So many ways (we can have a mardi-gras) |
| So many ways (cause I can rock the party yall) |
| So many ways (tell me can ya feel it in) |
| So many ways (I gots to make the dividends) |
| So many ways (you know I keep it real in) |
| So many ways |
| I was known for triple m shots |
| And straight plottin |
| But hitten em hoes had me wastin up a knot |
| And all these figaros crow |
| Waitin to get hot |
| Now its cool |
| You got your spot |
| Without that funky cock |
| And that dramatic experience |
| You and him went through |
| Aint got nothin to do with the k So keep cool little girl |
| This aint no hollywood play |
| Girls who wear reps |
| And play them sucka games you play |
| Catch the redline metro rail |
| Blaze a trail |
| I can feel you aint real |
| And I can tell |
| >from meetin different people |
| Figures to throats |
| Scandalous to the rich |
| Goodhearted to the broke |
| And these young and old folk |
| They like to hear good music |
| If its weak lose it But if its bumpin choose it But dont abuse it And try to take it to the brain |
| If you do youll be caught up in a strain |
| And be hangin on my thang in So many ways (now watch me put it down in) |
| So many ways (you know I like to get my clown in) |
| So many ways (we can flip the sound in) |
| So many ways (k and d got it humpin in) |
| So many ways (you know you wanna bump it in) |
| So many ways (we can have a mardi-gras) |
| So many ways (you know I rocks the party yall) |
| So many ways |
| So many ways (x8) |
| I walk three thousand miles for a taste of that gangsta shit |
| Messin around with g-1 |
| And the dj quik |
| Stick and move from east-west |
| In vest like stocks |
| I went from pushin nikes to pushin drops |
| Fuck around and go platinum quick |
| Messin with quik |
| Nigga got hits like swizz |
| So watch your trick |
| See me playin avirex and the pepes |
| No shirt on Your girl sweat me And ima hit it if she let me Backsides bangin |
| Hangin |
| All amazed |
| She get this dick in (so many ways) |
| Blow her back out |
| Then I mack out |
| Freak the keys to the lex |
| Or find me havin sex in my nsx |
| Im from the bx But we flex from east to west |
| So while you niggas coast-trippin |
| Well be cashin them checks |
| Peter gunz |
| One of the most in-credible ones |
| G-1, quik, we rolls thick |
| And gets the job done in So many ways (cause I kick it in) |
| So many ways (you know that I can flip it in) |
| So many ways (and I can rock a party) |
| So many ways (I got bomb for everybody) |
| So many ways (bring it from the bronx in) |
| So many ways (from new york to compton) |
| So many ways (we keep it pumpin) |
| So many ways (uh) |
| So many ways (x16) |