Erick Onasis - Focus

Song Rating: 9.45/10

Song lyrics:


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Never understood, how we did it
How we made this music groove your very soul

[Erick 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 dont see nuttin funny
Pull back two Mac-10s now its a big Mac-20
That is the basics
Quik and I we run the Matrix
Hold your mouth dont say sh**
Walk through any borough
That stretch from here past the tri-borough
Better respect us dog we thorough
Dont get confused
We smashin crews, its my rules
Step incorrect and get abused
I bring the ruck to any cats bringin drama
Make em feel it, like 2Pacs Dear Mama
It can be pitch black and Ill spot ya
Boom! Kick in your door like Big Poppa

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Dj motherf**in Quik
Erick Sermon

[Dj Quik]
Ay, tell me what you get when your n***a Xzibit
And Quik get down with the E Double?
You get we trouble
E, make the beat bubble
Make the ba** 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
Cause this is how we do it here
Its ironic that you done stepped into a room
Of purple hydroponic, fat booty b**hes sparklin
Tryin to take you to a star
Tryin to get you to recognize they know who you are
Cant you see the red carpet, they lay it out
And if you got a fantasy Erick they play it out
We big figure rap n***as; from the gate
We been waited on and hated on since eighty-eight
Now cross my dogs or cross my path and Ima wet ya
Way down from the Compton town, and I betcha that

[vocoder box]

Ha, yeah, ladies and gentleman
Yeah, the bar is now open
Cmon, yeah, its on me
Cmon, yeah
Presented to you, Avirex to the Z
Yeah, listen

Im the spin doctor, Phantom of the Opera
If this was 89 I would break you off proper
Cockblocker, dump a few Gs in my lolo
Not dough hoe, my n***a Big Kam and Solo
Dolo, most n***as react like a homo
And when they wit a crowd now they wanna get loud
Wanna act wild and act like your criminal file
Is stretchin a mile, but really got the heart of a child
?? Steal our tickets
Extra points like a field goal kicker
Like a f**ed up D. A. Wit a charge that aint stickin
Im walkin away, a free man
cause yall n***as softer than sand
cause we f**in a fan and locin out wit your pan
I f**ed your mother, so now Im the motherf**in man!
Break fool on the track like its supposed to be
And break bread with the real n***as close to me

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Cmon, yeah, dj Quik in the motherf**in house
Yeah, this dick in your mouth
Ha, cmon, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, cmon
Yeah, you think it aint?
The West coast broadcastin live in 1999
All the way bouncin through millenium
Ha, cmon, yeah
Yo, millenium sh**, yeah, cmon, yo millenium sh**
Yeah, cmon yo, millenium sh**
Yeah, yo, dj motherf**in Quik
Yeah, yeah, ha, yo, yo
Yeah, Green Eyed Bandit
Yeah, b**h n***as cant stand it
Cmon, yeah, keep em bouncin
Yeah, R.I.P. Roger Troutman
Yeah, yeah, cmon, ha, yeah
Yo.. Yeah, what, yeah, yeah
Hah, yeah
Yeah its the real n***as
Yeah, bounce wit me, cmon
Yeah.. Hahahaha n***a!

[vocoder box]
Never understood how we did it
How we made this very music groove your soul

Date of text publication: 17.01.2021 at 08:26