Alba s touto skladbou:
All My Words,
Ambush,
King Of The Kill,
La Colombe,
The Listening,
Kick,
Yea
I rough voco, for my locos.
My nigga Hi-C, 2nd II None, AMG
And the Q-U the new
You knew
I could flip it to any particular groove
I came ok now
Check it if you want to but it's all in vein
Because my game is still the same
Perfection!
Fill 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 a sticky green
And I'm a hit it with the icky cream
Booyah I hit her on the neck with the wet
And made the hooker jump without a safety net
Hit the ground break 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 then most
And I can rock a party from coast to coast
The Q-U-I-K is the name I spell
One hundred and twenty-four beats per minute I rock well
Because I'm tight to the second power
When I hit the liquor
And I don't serve emcees
I'm serve dickas
Bang bang boogie
When I hit a shot of loogie
And the Booger try to put it on me
But I got that moves to show her
I floated like Noah
I struck that vine like a Boa
Constrictor when I dicked her down
Now ya feel just like a circus clown when I work this
Jack of all trades
Master to 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
Faster then the concord
On board
Call me the pilot
Baby better let me know shes excited
In the testerosa
Sippin memosas
Girls want me to sign posters
International with the steelo
Got hookers from Cancun to Rio
Fly it in united
Boy don't even try it
You can't buy it
Got freaks at the hyatt
Hit the weed up
Then turn the speed up
The booty from the backs the only way I eat up
Quicker than Jackie Chan
I switch off the coochy like a rubber band
She wanna be ore than the average fan
But the hoe needs 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)
