Focus Lyrics

Focus lyrics

Hey!

 [vocal box]

 Never understood, how we did it

 How we made this music groove your very soul

 

 [onasis]

 Yo i lamp out in the rented e-7 v-12 screamer

 The new benz, seen her?

 290 thou, wow

 Somethin your rap budget does not allow

 Why you laughin, i don't see nothing funny

 Pull back two mac-10's now it's a big mac-20

 That is the basics

 Quik and i we run the matrix

 Hold your mouth don't say shit

 Walk through any borough

 That stretch from here past the tri ??

 Better respect us dog we ?kernel?

 Don't get it confused

 We smashin crews, it's my rules

 Don't come correct and get abused

 I bring the ruck to any cats bringin drama

 Make 'em feel it, like tupac's dear mama

 It could be pitch black and i spot ya

 Boom! kick in your door like big poppa

 

 [vocal box]

 

 Never

 Xzibit

 Dj motherfucking quik

 Erick sermon

 

 [dj quik]

 Ay, tell me what you get when your nigga xzibit

 And quik get down with the e double?

 You get we trouble

 E, make the beat bubble

 Make the bass all on you shake they break out

 To the ground and dig em out of e rubble

 Partyin, happy that you shook the whole crib

 And if you got a pound e dub i got dibs

 Cuz this is how we do it here

 It's ironic that you done stepped into a room

 Of purple hydroponic, fat booty bitches sparklin

 Tryin to take you to a star

 Tryin to get you to recognize they know who you are

 Can't you see the red carpet, they lay it out

 And if you got a fantasy erick they play it out

 We big figga rap niggas

 From the gate, we been waited on and hated on since '88

 Now cross my dogs or cross my path and i'ma whet ya

 Way down from the compton town, and i bet ya

 

 [vocal box]

 

 Ha, yeah, ladies and gentleman

 Yeah, the bar is now open

 C'mon, yeah, it's on me

 C'mon, yeah

 Presented to you, avirex to the z

 Yeah, listen

 

 [xzibit]

 I'm the spin doctor, phantom of the opera

 If this was '89 i would break you off proper

 Cockblocker, dump a few g's in my lolo

 Not dough hoe, my nigga b came in solo, dolo

 Most niggas react like a homo

 And when they wit a crowd now they wanna get loud

 Wanna act wild and act like a criminal, foul

 And stretchin a mile, but really got the heart of a child

 ?? steal our tickets

 Extra points like a field goal kicker

 Like a fucked up d.a. wit a charge that aint stickin

 I'm walkin away, a free man

 Cuz y'all niggas softer than sand

 Cuz we fuckin a fan and locin out wit your pan

 I fucked your mother, so now i'm the motherfucking man!

 Break fool on a track like it's supposed to be

 And break bread with the real niggas close to me

 Epmd

 

 [vocal box]

 

 C'mon, yeah, dj quik in the motherfucking house

 Yeah, this dick in your mouth

 Ha, c'mon, yeah!

 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, c'mon

 Yeah, you think it aint

 The west coast brought cats alive in 1999

 All the way bouncin through millenium

 Ha, c'mon, yeah

 Yo, millenium shit, yeah, c'mon, yo millenium shit

 Yeah, c'mon yo, millenium shit

 Yeah, yo, dj motherfucking quik

 Yeah, yeah, ha, yo, yo

 Yeah, green eyed bandit

 Yeah, bitch niggas can't stand it

 C'mon, yeah, keep it bouncin

 Yeah, r.i.p. roger troutman

 Yeah, yeah, c'mon, ha, yeah