Quik Is The Name

You wanna see a young brother
From the Compton tip check a grip
Well keep lookin, because the C-A-M-E-O track is cookin
Like a big ol pot of neckbones, we'll tend to fire up
Because a young brother
Like the Quik is gettin wired up
You know my offbeat style is flowin all the while
I'm showin suckers, they can't get none of this
Let alone some of this, I'm a musical genius
And if you fuck with my roll
{"Face, down, HUT HUT HUT HUT!"}
I beat yo' ass as if we was playin Tecmo Bowl
I'm a producer if a rhythm is dope I choose it
And I hope you know I'd rather be dope than use it
I was a Player in the Penthouse and now I'm uprooted
A young scallion in them khaki suits and booted
With a 40 in hand I'mma take a stand
I'm lettin em know
They can't fuck with the one man band
And if a soft sucker wanna know who's to blame
I let 'em know - Quik is the Name
{*Scratching and samples*}

Now can we get back on the
Tip of the real unadulterated funk
This beat is gettin funky just like a skunk
And the funk is that I step with the style I show
Let's blow these motherfuckin nimrods doin low
What makes you think that
You can even try to step to me?
I hold the dice without six on the tea leaf
I know you wanna win some go on and try your luck
Punk, put your money on the floor and get bucked
By a pro-fession-al, rhyme hoodlum
Hoochies all over my tip because I screwed 'em
One-time can't lock me up, cause I elude 'em
And bubblegum rappers can't fade me cause I chewed 'em
So suckers get at me I'm the "Q" in quotations
And the C-P-T is the location
I won't talk in riddles cause
You don't need the strain on your brain
To make it simple - Quik is the Name
{*Scratching and samples*}

Yeah, I don't compare my rhyme styles to no gat
Cause to me that bullshit is SUPER wack
I just remain plain and kick the facts
Bout how a nigga can't keep from gettin jacked
You gotta hold your own at any cost
Cause if you don't boy you might get bossed and tossed
By a sucker who claims he got more game than you
Bein true is what you oughta do
Or you just might find
Some chrome pointed at your dome
Think fast or you might not make it home
See a nigga like myself ain't goin out like that
Because I found that it pays to pack a gat
In the city where surival is a full-time job black
And it ain't givin nuttin back
The fo'-fo'll keep a motherfucker tame
Behind the trigger yo, Quik is the Name
{*Scratching and samples*}