Intro For Roger - DJ Quik

The stuff I seen it was inevitable I be a businessman

I knew that I would get some resistance whenever I took this stand

Now this is how yo' street works, everybody hates each other

Until they in each other’s face, and then it be cousins brothers

And loved ones, it’s all just a race

To see who can grab the most nuts and get back to the house in one place

You niggas wanna be on squirrel time, I’m around the world time

Until I gotta come back to court, talk to my kids and they’re fine

This is my intro, I’m scratchin' Chingy, comin' blingy this time

I’m showin' off my hands and freestylin, showin' you through my mind

This is for Roger Troutman, he helped me when I was so blind

To see that y’all would freak out on me at an opportune time

I shoulda seen it comin'

Niggas tryin to talk me outta this shit

I’m tryin to put this nigga outta this bitch

He fuckin with my chips I gotta resist

I’m tryin to put this nigga outta this bitch

Niggas tryin to talk me outta this shit

I’m tryin to get this hooker outta this bitch

She fuckin with my chips I gotta resist

I’m tryin to get this hooker outta this bitch

I live in Los Scandalous, California

It’s the most beautiful sunset 'til cowards run up on ya

And then it’s curtains you hurtin' for what yo' mouth had been blurtin'

Where you don’t love who you squirtin cause she just might be workin'

I ain’t sharin a fuckin' thing, I’m a rider for certain

Shake the homies with self-esteem problems, give 'em some Jergens

Bitch problems weaken the love for the homey seekin' to sub for the homies

Tweak and do drugs now no homey he just be lurkin'

My best friend’s dead, my heart is a stone

My soul ain’t even mine to own, they say it’s a loan

And I feel sorry for any nigga that diss me it’s on

I’m comin' with pencils pistols and crystals you gone

It’s premeditated now nigga

Man I done seen the nigga go through some shit

Family messin' with him, gangbangin', man

Get his drink on, for a long time

Trippin', gettin' on motorcycles man, and standin' on 'em

Losin' and fallin', scandalous-ass baby momma

Lettin' homies, so-called homies fuck

Tryin' to make my nigga look bad

Then they end up in Atlanta, got hit with some hot ones

That’s what they get, keep on pushin' Quik