Quik's Groove (The One) - The Game, DJ Quik, Sevyn Streeter

You see I wake up in the morning

Grab my blunt and pull my dick up out this bitch mouth

I’m feeling like making this bitch iron my clothes or something

Multitasking, cooking breakfast

Making a nigga wanna smack that ass

See, I met this bitch on Crenshaw, she told me give her a ride

I said, «If I do that, you gotta give me head while Ray Charles drive.»

Cause I ain’t, for, the tricking, no I ain’t

I’m with my main bitch and my side bitch, I’m feeling like Saddam

They had the bomb

And if her baby daddy tripping, fuck that nigga

I push that nigga hairline back like he LeBron

Make a nigga disappear like J-Kwon

Body found by the Swans

Nigga missing both of his arms, I ain’t playing

I’m with the rat-tat-tat-tat, shoot a nigga if he do or don’t die

He ain’t never coming back

Now it’s one, two, buckle my shoe

Patent leather Giuseppes nigga, watch what the fuck I do

It’s the P-I-R-to-the-U

And I put that on my momma I’ma ride for you baby boo

Yay yay, I said I put that on my momma I’ma ride for you baby boo

[Hook: Micah &

Sevyn Streeter

I hope you giving head today

Cause I just wanna put this dick all in you (So I can bust a nut)

Baby we gon' celebrate, celebration

You bring all your girls and I’ma bring my crew, let me be the one

One you take home at the end of the night babe, let me be the one

I only want you to myself babe,

let me be the one

But you know I’m always open to suggestions

I said let me be the one

Down for you, it should never be a question, babe

To blow your mind,

away, away, my time

To blow your mind,

away, away, my time

Don’t waste my time, baby,

don’t waste my time

To blow your mind,

to blow your mind

Yeah, Quik is the name

With The Game, it’s a goddamn shame

Niggas can’t see that we to blame

For putting Compton to flames

Ignite it up,

haters knotted up

When you trip with canker sores in your whip

That’s what I do, to protect my party

My goons snatch you out by your Ed Hardy

Then its back to shawty,

all the ladies drink free

All the players grab a tab, that’s how that’s supposed to be

Drinking Casamigos, fucking faster than grand national regals

I’m in it in the pussy doing kegals

I’m so Fred Segal right now

She so spread eagle right now

Ain’t nothing but the clothes going down

I’m in the game and the fire’s the same

My music is infinite like even before my fame

I wrote about a thousand 16-bar verses

And I’m still coming off like this my first hit

[Hook: Micah &

Sevyn Streeter

I hope you giving head today

Cause I just wanna put this dick all in you (So I can bust a nut)

Baby we gon' celebrate, celebration

You bring all your girls and I’ma bring my crew, let me be the one

One you take home at the end of the night babe,

let me be the one

I only want you to myself babe,

let me be the one

But you know I’m always open to suggestions

I said let me be the one

Down for you, it should never be a question, babe

To blow your mind,

away, away, my time

To blow your mind,

away, away, my time

Don’t waste my time, baby,

don’t waste my time

To blow your mind,

to blow your mind

Now DJ Quik got a bitch from the Bay

Say she wanna fuck his lil homie, got her sipping on that Alize

You ever had your dick sucked to Mausberg before?

And had a Mossberg pump leaning on the front door?

Treat my dick like a newborn, hold the head

I told a bitch «Pimpin' ain’t dead, hoes are scared

So stop that bickering,»

I got a bitch from the Nickersons

That got a fucking bounty on my head, uh oh

I’m rhyming with Chuck Taylor too, he doing something new

Something more comfortable for you to just bang your shit to

So lady, go on and work those hips

Like them inmates work those divs

And when I get there baby work your lips

If it don’t make dollars don’t holler

It’s DJ Quik in any year Impala

And if it don’t make sense then don’t flinch

What you hear from a bull that don’t chew no grass?

No shit

[Hook: Micah &

Sevyn Streeter

I hope you giving head today

Cause I just wanna put this dick all in you (So I can bust a nut)

Baby we gon' celebrate

You bring all your girls and I’ma bring my crew, let me be the one

One you take home at the end of the night babe,

let me be the one

I only want you to myself babe,

let me be the one

But you know I’m always open to suggestions

I said let me be the one

Down for you, it should never be a question, babe

To blow your mind,

away, away, my time

To blow your mind,

away, away, my time

Don’t waste my time, baby,

don’t waste my time

To blow your mind,

to blow your mind

She’s sucking on my dick

She’s a bad, bad girl

Uh, h-hold on, hold on, baby

Your head hit the button, girl

We on the li-

Z-boy fro, yo man are we live?

We still live, huh?

Damn girl, don’t stop though

Hit you off with something brand new

A Travis Barker produced joint, believe it or not

Hold on, let me hit this button