Artist: DJ Quik
Album:  Rhythm-al-ism
Song:   Speed
Typed by: thaq@djquik.de

[Intro - DJ Quik]
Yeah
A rough vocal, for my locos
My nigga Hi-C, 2nd II None, AMG

[Verse 1 - DJ Quik]
And the Q-U the new you knew
I can flip it to any particular groove I-K ok now
Check it if you want to but it's all in vein
Because me game is still the same - Perfection!
Feel me as I fill you in
I never rode a pony but I'm genuine
So give me just a little bit of nicotine and the sticky greeen
And I'm a hit it with the icky cream
Booya - I hit her on the neck with a whip
And made the hooker jump without a safety net
Hit the ground bring her back get up and do it again 
because she can really take a shot on the chin
caffeine cappucino chase it with some no-doz
Up all night like the moon glows searching for new hoes
They really want to follow my lead
indeed and give a nigga just what I need

Chorus:
When I'm on speed
I'm faster than most
And I can rock a party from coast to coast

[Verse 2 - DJ Quik]
The Q-U-I-K is the name I spell
124 beats per minute I rock well
Because I'm tight to the second power when I hit the liquor, ah
I don't serve MCs, I serve dickers
Bang bang boogie when I hit a shot of loogie
And the Booger try to put it on me
But I get that moves to show her
I flaunt it like Noah and strut backside like a Boa
Constrictor when I dicked her down
Game feel just like a circus clown when I work this
Jack of all trades, mastered a few
Test these test these 1, 2
Gettin down with my nigga AM to the G in the PM
Hookers wanna see him
Big cat callin, superfat ballin
Indeed give us what we need
When I'm on speed

Chorus 4x

[Verse 3 - AMG]
Faster than the Concord, on board call me the pilot
Baby better let me know she's excited
In the Testerosa, sipppin memosas - girls want me to sign posters
International with the steelo, got hookers from Cancoun to Rio
Fire ?? 
Boy don't even try it, you can't but it
Got freaks at the Hyatt
Hit the weed up then turn the speed up
The booty from the back's the only way I eat up
Quicker than Jackie Chan I stretch up the coochie like a rubber band
You want to be more than the average man 
But the hoe needs more a job and a man and a retirement plan
So baby don't cry the blues
Cause I know a gang of hoes in your shoes

Chorus 4x
La da la da da da ('till fade)