I'm Not Really Lookin' - DJ Quik

Well (Ooh) I'm not looking (Oh my my love) I'm not looking No, no, no, no No, no, no, no baby (I'm not looking either, oh) Yeah, yeah, yeah (Don't wanna talk to you) Sit down and let me talk to you (Oh save it, save it, save it) For a little while, my sugar (You've been talking for too long) Yeah (Go Ahead, go ahead) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Whatcha gotta say Whatcha gonna say this time How many lies are you gonna tell Don't be afraid (Oh) About what your 'bout to hear right now, baby oh Listen, listen (What is it?) I'm not trying to fall in love with you I just wanna hit you with my groove Yes I do, yes I do What I'm trying to say, I'm not trying to be mean No, no, no, no But baby can't you respect my honesty I'm trying to tell you I'm not looking, baby I'm not looking for no love affair Won't nobody tell you that they seen me there So I don't need you tripping, trying to take me there I'm not looking for no love affair (Sometimes it make me feels so sad when I think about it) (But I'm not looking, hey baby yeah) I'm not looking for no love affair Won't nobody tell you that they seen me there So I don't need you tripping, trying to take me there (Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary) You think you got (Sing it girl) What it takes to please me I'm not impressed by your honesty, oh no, no I don't need you to tell me I look good I don't need it, no (No no no, I know you don't) Cause I've been hearin' that around my hood And I'm trying to tell you something I'm not looking for no player shit Not when everybody's trying to get with this You see, I don't need you here just to get a hit I'm not looking for no player shit I'm not looking for no player shit Not when everybody's trying to get with this You see, I don't need you here just to get a hit I'm not looking for no player shit Where were you when everything was going down I left my man and didn't have no one around See I don't need it, I don't want it You're not the nigga for it You think that you can get it No, right now I'm not gonna let it Oh please stop frontin' on that player shit (Oh) I heard around the town you were still down with it (Oh nigga, please) If you think I don't know, sugar let me tell you so (Oh really, oh) Let me in, let's begin, but we only will be friends (Stop playing with me) I'm not looking for no player shit (Yeah, yeah) Oh not when everybody's trying to get with me (I'm not even baby) All day and all night you fool, I don't need it Don't need it, oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I swear I'm tired of playing games (My my my my mind is all confused) I don't wanna be down, go 'head, go 'head (Go 'head, oh) I don't wanna be down, I'm tired of playing games Tired of chasing your egomaniac Egotistical, chest sticking out (Oh baby) Think your God's gift to me, oh (That's not me, that's not me, that's not me) Hate to do it to you like this (You oughta know by now baby) But I got to do it cause it's only right To let you know I'm not looking For no arrogant, egotistical player shit (I hear you) Do you really hear me, then hear this I'm sick and tired of chasing you (I understand you, baby) Sick and tired of holding you (I said I hear you) Go 'head, go 'head All my ladies stand up and clap (I understand you) If you feel me, if you feel me (I'm so sorry, baby) Come with something better than that, please I know your sorry

Who really cares? Who really cares? When I talk? What I feel? What I say? Nobody not really Who wants to take The time to understand I would like someone to heal me with some empathy But I can't find... Nobody not really Maybe I'm invisible to the world Does anyone in the world even think of me? As more than just a hopeless cause Maybe the world is not my block My stoop My life My dreams My anything, anything Who wants to help? Mama, but she's so tired Papa, but you're not here I'm alone in a big empty space with Nobody not really

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]