So Many Wayz

Yo, this is DJ Quik

And quite frankly

I think we gotta be some of the baddest motherfuckers

That ever fucked with rap music

Cause this album right here is on some old cool shit

If you don't believe me

Just give me three and a half seconds and I'll 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, that's right

AMG, El Debarge, Playa Hamm, Hi-C, Suga Free

Check this shit out

I'm like fries in a skillet—much too hot to hold

I'm strong and I'm handsome and black, plus I'm bold

A mental case, sometimes stressin' but then I flip

Because you got to go crazy on Hollywood for your grip

And you know ain't no room in my mirror for your face

And if I got y'all 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 ain't mine to take, now kick back

Cause if it don't make dollas—sucka,

You know the poem

Cause either you pimping this game or you just hoing

Now get up outta mine, nigga I'm the bomb

Droppin heat on your homeboys and spreadin like napalm

Cause I got more styles than your car's got miles

And I, got more styles than a hotel's 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 ain't never heard a nigga come)

So many ways (Ah hah, ah hah)

I'm chillin, mackin, stackin up these ends

I gots to check a knot,

I gots no time for no friends

I bust a trick, make her bounce like a low-low

While I'm twisted off that bud,

Countin money at the mo-mo

No flow so, ain't 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 God, 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,

I'm 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 don't 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 y'all)

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 hittin them hoes had me wastin up a knot

And all these figaros scrubs waitin to get hot

Now it's cool,

You got your spot without that funky cot

And that dramatic experience you and him went through

Ain't got nothin to do with the K, so keep cool

Little girl, this ain't no Hollywood play

Go somewhere else and play them sucka games you play

Catch the redline metro rail, blaze a trail

I can feel you ain't real and I can tell

From meetin different people, fingers to throats

Scandalous to the rich, goodhearted to the broke

And these young and old folk,

They like to hear good music

If it's weak lose it,

But if it's bumpin choose it

But don't abuse it and try to take it to the brain

If you do you'll 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 y'all)

So many ways

So many ways (x8)

I walk three thousand miles for

A taste of that gangsta shit

Messin around with G-One 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 Switch so watch your trick

See me playin Avirex and the Pepe's

No shirt on, your girl sweat me and

I'mma 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

I'm from the BX but we flex from East to West

So while you niggas coast-trippin

We'll be cashin them checks

Peter Gunz, one of the most in-credible ones

G-One, 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)