Quickstep (written 4/77) I knew my youth couldn't last forever I knew some chords so I got the band together Sick of sleeping and beating up my mother
[scarface] I woke up to a tune on the radio, check it An old church hymn behind a breakbeat record (yeahhh) Sounded kinda funky so I pumped it, right
Hey Honey, Honey I'm not looking for a quick fix Hey Baby, Baby don't you know that I'm love sick Hey Darlin' Darlin' think it through Baby Baby be quick
me like he about put me up in 'em cuffs, I turn around and I look at you, and you turn away like you feelin' sick, I'm going to jail for what I didn
lately (laying?) Say gal a dem ballin out And dis yout is ever blazin We and dem not fallin out Cah we want dem well amazin ------------------------------------------------ VERSE 1: Just gimme dem gal whe hah a sick
fool on the dick She act a fool on the dick, fool on the dick Now get sick with it, 'n' do the split with it Now get sick with it, 'n' do the split with
wear no Timbo I kick it any tempo I'm lifted off the indo I'm poppin champagne, drinkin till I'm jumpin out the windooow, haha If the autotune's gone bet they'll all tune
I don't like what I'm seeing In the world today Money talks people listen 'Cause everyone's on the make I'm sick and tired of hearing You gotta compromise
so the same cliche And it makes me wanna run the other way Maybe I should kiss a girl Maybe I should change my world You already know you make me sick
45, Potato Head on it Ask me how I'm doing, I'm day-to-day homie These bitches on my back, I fade away on them Young Tune, no Bugs Bunny bitch And as
Chuck in the door, tell him I'ma see him in the nearby future When I wanna never ride, got the whole country shoutin' na, na, nai Just because you got one tune
duh. If I'm bad, out time in the corner for time out. A'aight Josh, what'ch ya wanna do? Ya wanna watch cartoons? HBO got blue tune. (whine) Hey! Get
her big ass Strolled to whip parr no I aint a animal but I rip bras Jumped in my sick car pumping my shit hard Took her home to my sick yard This aint
you man are blowing off Blad, you're blowing out You told Logan you're Mix CD was finished But you're constipated, your sh*t ain't coming out Now know I got sick
Hasn't anybody seen me lately I'll tell you why Hasn't anybody seen me lately I'll tell you why I caught something made me so sick That I thought that
to you live at the hip-hop barbershop I wanna give a shout out to College Park, Eastpointe, Swats, and Decatur A fellas ain't y'all sick of these hoes
fuck with it You know I keeps it crackin' 'cause it's a must 'Cause this the way we bell form dawn to dusk Sick as they come, sick as thay come W.C.
I can't take it no more Fuck you niggas Fuck you bitches Fuck this rap shit Nigga don't ask me for shit I'm sick of all the cameras Fuck all you scavengers