Today Today I saw a man Today I saw a man Using an empty whiskey flask As a walkie talkie Today Today I saw a man Today I saw a man With a flaming eight ball Tattooed on his arm Today Today Today I saw a man Today I saw a man Using an empty whiskey flask As a walkie talkie Today I met a man Who threw his arms around me And you give in... Today... We laughed We laughed waiting for a train For a few into the city Seconds today That great stuff That great stuff That stuff That stuff makes me feel waiting for a train Feel into the city Feel today Happy today

Okay okay okay I won't change for shit And I tie my shoes up will not trip bout a bitch It's enough he acting Okay again I say, I will not change for shit And I tie my shoes up, will not trip 'bout a bitch Oh, it's enough, he acting tough, pass shots out like a fifth I glued my foot to that gas ain't trying to stop for shit You can't even pay for my bitch, ain't got enough expenses Is he a shooter, or a killer, you got to know the difference Baby I be trying to mind my business, I don't know them n***as All these drugs if I die, I don't think They want my kidneys All these n***as kitty, bitches they just good for bitchin Fuck the net, boy, log offline and go hop on your business Milly your block with chops, I'm on feet now, I was out the window Bitch don't touch me, most you doing is giving my dick a hickey Uh Uh Uh Fuck is that bitch is that my whole city wicked Y'all is not steppers, y'all whole crew full of paralyzed bitches Bitch, now, where did I go wrong I had NFL dreams, but thirteen I was running in homes God can be my witness, your shit unlocked and you wasn't at home Son, how the fuck u get all them damn shoes, these from my Bros That's what I told her, devil on my shoulder I ain't living right, hug Ray Ray tight when I hold her Mama baby hold his own, I'm thugging how I'm post to Before you run off I'm gone walk up, thought I told you I Thought I told you Before you run off I'm gone walk up I thought I told you You better run Forrest, run Forrest, run Bitch I thought I told you, we in them mini vans wit drums If I said then I mean it, if that shit came off my tongue This shit personal before I kill him take off my mask and my gloves n***as Seen him on the remembrance page "aha" I just struggled n***as Scrolled past but really wanted to comment fuck that, fuck n***as Then I called n***as that put him on there like "what up" n***as Say we rappers, like the Opps, don't know n***as we touched n***as Shoot any where, I don't care, rapper who, rapper where Stepped in Givenchy, black Air Force activity don't make grab a pair Why you say you shot at me, you see me you clapped the air Know I rep that bird, but sorry I'm not up there, it's stuck there Play I up the Kay, dump and spray, now I'm up Up The Way, making jokes with Ray Laughing at that pussy boy bout how he tried to run away He tried to run away but he couldn't get away Bitch

Chorus: Neva understood how he did it, How we made this music groove your very Soul, soul >>> 2x ERICK SERMON - Yo, i land out in a rent text E-7, V-12, new benzina, 200 and 90 Thou, wow, somethin your rap budget does not allow, why you laughin' i see Nothin funny, pull back 2 mack 10's, now itz a big mack 20, that is tha Basic's, Quick and I we run tha matrix, close your mouth dont say SHITT, roll Through any barrow, that streched from here passed tha tribe barrow, they Respect us dawg with thernal, don't get confused this nass is crews iz my Rules, step incorrect you get abused, i bring tha ruck 2 any cats bringin Drama, make em' feel good like 2-Pac's Dear Mama, it could be pitch black and I'll spot cha BOOM! kickin yo door like big poppa CHORUS - Neva understood how he did it(Neva) How we made this music groove Your very soul, soul (Xzibit), Neva understood how he did it (D-J Mutha Fuckin Quick) how he made this music groove your very soul, soul DJ QUICK - Hey, Tell me wha cha ya get, when ya nigga Xzibit and Quick u down Wit tha E-Double (What) u get weed trouble, E make tha B bubble, Make tha bass So all u shake the break out 2 tha ground and dig em out tha B-Bubble, Partyin', Happy that you shook tha hole crib, and if ya gotta pound, E dubb I Got dib's, cuz this iz how we do it here, itz ironic that, u didnt step 2 a Room of purple hydro chronic that booty bitch iz sparklin, tryin 2 take u 2 a Star, tryin 2 get you to recognize they know who you are, can't cha see tha red Carpet, then lay it out, and if you got a fantasy erit, then play it out, we Bigg figga rap niggaz, from tha gate, we been waitin on and hatin on since 88, Now cross my dawgs, and cross my path, and I'ma wet cha, way down from tha Compton town, and I'll betcha cant. CHORUS - Neva understood (Ha)(Yeah) how he did it(Ladies and Gentlemen, Yeah, Tha bar is now open)How he made this music groove your very soul, Soul(it'z all me), Neva understood how he did it, how we made this music groove Your very soul, soul Xzibit - Listen, I'm tha spin docter fantom of tha opera, if this is 89 now we Break you off proper cock blocka, cova few G's in my low-low, not done hoe, my Nigga big came in solo, dough-low, most niggaz we know act like a Homo, and When they wit a crowd they wanna get loud, wanna act wild and act like there Crminal file, and strechin tha MOB, and really got tha heart of a child, spicy Ya MOB just kill all chickens, extra points just like a field goal kickin, like A Fucked up D-A, wit a cross that aint stickin, and im walkin away a free man, Cuz ya'll niggaz softa than sand, cuz we fuckin a fan, and lokin out wit cha Pen, I fucked yo motha so now I'm a mutha fucken man, break food on tha track Like it supposed to be, and break bread wit tha real niggaz close to me, PMD CHORUS - Neva understood how he did it (DJ Quick in tha mutha fucken House) How we made this music groove your very soul, soul (This dick in ya Mouth, come on, yeah, yeah) Neva understood how he did it How we made this music groove your Very soul, soul(You think it aint, Westcoast brodcastin live in 1999 all tha Way through out tha millinium) Neva understood how he did it, (millinium shitt) How we made this music groove your very soul, soul Neva understood how he (Yo, millinium shitt) did it how we(DJ Mutha fucken Quick) made this music groove your very soul, soul (Green eye bandit bitch niggaz cant stand it come on) Neva understood how he Did it, how (keep it bouncin, R.I.P Roger Troutmen) we made this music Groove your very soul, soul Neva understood how he did it, how we made this music groove Your very soul, soul Neva understood how he did it, how we made this music groove Your very soul, soul (Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha nigga) NEVA UNDERSTOOD HOW HE DID IT, HOW WE MADE THIS MUSIC GROOVE YOUR VERY SOUL, SOUL...

(Feat. Chingy) [DJ Quik] (Shoot back) I'm hard and I'm flossy and I'm all that You talk a lot of shit, where yo' bodyguard at? I got a pocket full of money, where the mall at? Where the quads at, where the drinks, where the broads at? (Shoot back) Niggaz fightin over bitches need to squash that You shouldn't be disgruntled cause you didn't learn to posh that It's black pussy and I'm still tryin to wash that Rinse it up, lip to butt, right between the center gut (Shoot back) Sit in my lap, and look at my snaps Drop a 20 and watch these troublemakers fightin for scraps My drawers so clean, my nuts are so powdered Don't stress me out, just eat your clam chowder Tryin to stick my honeybee into yo' flower If you like this record then make the shit louder (Shoot back) It's so terrific out on the Pacific Green plants and dancin make you feel lifted I'm DJ Quik and I'm so fuckin gifted That you didn't even feel when the momentum shifted (Shoot back) I turned the pocket around And slowed it all the way DOWN, I'm a musical cop now [Chorus] Get down on the ground, spread your legs, put your hands behind your back Get up and walk backwards towards me You under arrest for them big-ass breasts And that ass made me think you had a strap, pick your ass up Get down on your face, spread 'em wide, where your ID? Why you tryin to lie to me? You've got the right to remain Either you can ride the big-ass bus Go to jail or go home with us, I need backup [Chingy] Excuse me miss, I'm pullin you over Cause your ass is extremely too fat You need backup Quik? I'm the right nigga to get My picks are thick stallion, I'm slangin the dick Still bangin the bricks, with the 'caine and the 6 Remain in the mix, because I'm famous and shit (Shoot back) Let the guest in, doors open, my entourage walked in Let's get some whore scopin I'm open for more pokin On my wrist is 50 tokens, buy that chump Sold a show out for a mill', try that chump I'm on the boat still listenin to, "Way 2 Fonky" Park that ass right hurr chick and make that monkey Talk for me, when ya walk I see A clear speech come and get it I got some for each Now I'm bumpin on the radio and put it on repeat Play it loud in the streets, go out and get yourself a freak The, moral of the story is we hoe-hoppin police Know your rights, put these cuffs on, you locked in these sheets [Chorus] [Chingy] Okay - incenst cologne, women be attracted Got the best sex c'mon, it's somethin 'bout the action When they flex wet and bone, a model or a actress I attach this note, before the script get wrote (Shoot back) She see the list, text you're gone I tap it make it happen stress there's eggs at home A captain be reactin to the sweat as you moan Hold up give me a second I think Quik got somethin else to say before we end this record [DJ Quik] This beat is for your uncle and aunt It's old enough to be dope, but young enough to be hot Dedicated to everybody been beat by the cops Just tryin to get to the party and pop tequila in shot The legendary incindiary resentment for authority figures From the most vocal of the local niggaz California to death, bringin Compton to life Makin beats that'll snap yo' neck and have you writin a check You need to [Chorus]