Mac Casper
@adonnis - pull up, there's refreshments
"I know you like to do ecstacy, and then forget where you are
Be up in a room with a stripper, and your homie Lamar
Now that's a nasty threesome, a straight mis-match
Instead of bangin' on the broad, you'd rather open his hatch
And start packin'... and get some dookie on your tip
Don't look now, you got a loogie on your lip
Next time video tape it, let us all see it
This is Sir Herb, I'll put you on the web - you pervert
The number 23 on the beats, 'bout to do ya
Mister Blake A.K.A. DJ Quik talkin' to ya
And I'll prove I'm proper and yo game is whack with 1 line
I'll never put my name on a track that wasn't mine
This hip-hip shyt, is getting stupid again
These nikkas gun-tottin', fightin', gettin' rutless again
There's a message in the Big Book, didn't you read it?
It say if nikkas don't remember the past, they gonn' repeat it
So I'm into ???ated
That ground heart-stated
And we all made it
If you want a hit, nikka, call David
The first name basis, depends on how the pay is
50 under the table do it enough, don't need a label
Cause I rob from the rich and I... gives to the flo
So let's stay focused cause the chip is the prize
Now put your shyt in first, nikka, and shift it to rise
And like Frank Nitti, ?We 2-degree?
And you haters trippin' cause I got the key to the city
Not a sissy but the hoes keep callin' us pretty
And you mad cause the bytch got me on her titty
Mr. Troutman talk me talkbox, Doo Wa Ditty!
And I'll tell you to your ear, nikka, you sound shytty
I'll take your ho up to the room and show her no pity
So call me DJ Meow Mix cause we gets kitty (meow)
Scratchin' all the fleas off of these
Stayin' high off of trees
Top villian, and enjoyin' the breeze
And the time I'm spendin' in yo bytch, a supreme blast
In the back of my S-500 playin' Dreamcast"
http://hiphopdx.com/news/id.14611/title.dj-quik-confirms-u-aint-fresh-was-a-dr-dre-diss
Be up in a room with a stripper, and your homie Lamar
Now that's a nasty threesome, a straight mis-match
Instead of bangin' on the broad, you'd rather open his hatch
And start packin'... and get some dookie on your tip
Don't look now, you got a loogie on your lip
Next time video tape it, let us all see it
This is Sir Herb, I'll put you on the web - you pervert
The number 23 on the beats, 'bout to do ya
Mister Blake A.K.A. DJ Quik talkin' to ya
And I'll prove I'm proper and yo game is whack with 1 line
I'll never put my name on a track that wasn't mine
This hip-hip shyt, is getting stupid again
These nikkas gun-tottin', fightin', gettin' rutless again
There's a message in the Big Book, didn't you read it?
It say if nikkas don't remember the past, they gonn' repeat it
So I'm into ???ated
That ground heart-stated
And we all made it
If you want a hit, nikka, call David
The first name basis, depends on how the pay is
50 under the table do it enough, don't need a label
Cause I rob from the rich and I... gives to the flo
So let's stay focused cause the chip is the prize
Now put your shyt in first, nikka, and shift it to rise
And like Frank Nitti, ?We 2-degree?
And you haters trippin' cause I got the key to the city
Not a sissy but the hoes keep callin' us pretty
And you mad cause the bytch got me on her titty
Mr. Troutman talk me talkbox, Doo Wa Ditty!
And I'll tell you to your ear, nikka, you sound shytty
I'll take your ho up to the room and show her no pity
So call me DJ Meow Mix cause we gets kitty (meow)
Scratchin' all the fleas off of these
Stayin' high off of trees
Top villian, and enjoyin' the breeze
And the time I'm spendin' in yo bytch, a supreme blast
In the back of my S-500 playin' Dreamcast"
http://hiphopdx.com/news/id.14611/title.dj-quik-confirms-u-aint-fresh-was-a-dr-dre-diss