AMG Down, Down, Down Lyrics

Quik:
> My name is quik & i be moving fast like a race car
> But i'm top seed #1 like the pace car
> Whether you up on me or you chillin' way far
> You can tell almost immediately that i'm aced off
> So listen m____fucka why you comin' off hard
> My objective is to catch you off guard
> Get covert & infiltrate yo' clique
> Crack yo' s___ & mack yo' b____
> Now tell me could you conceive a n____ all up in her beaver
> Givin' her the love fever for hours at a time before i take a breather
> And when she tell me she loves me i don't believe her
> 'cause i rock in stereo or mono hot like gonno-
> Rhea burnin' everytime you take a pee uh
> So when you see a n____ out with his girl
> Then baby play like you don't know me & we'll keep in a twirl
> Because baby i go deeper than the deep blue seas
> Baby do you really wanna play the flute on me?
> I'll give you a sack & take it back & you'll die to get it
> Little punk 'cause i'm fly with it
>
> Chorus
> When we come up we gettin' down down down
> Step in the club they give us pound pound pound
> Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown & round
> Dj quik & amg with a brand new sound
> (repeat)
>
> Amg:
> I told her don't chase it but you can place it
> In between your jaws to taste it
> Or leave it in the basement
> I be the riddler that's too familiar get in the middle of ya
> And then i diddle ya, d___ ya down 'til it tickles
> Smack the booty with no pimples
> Caress ya back then rub ya nipples
> Baby i'm a crack fiend get the ky & if i'm at a jiggalo
> Baby say hi fly like a eagle in a range rover or a regal
> Lookin' for the party people & when i catch ya baby girl
> You should feel lucky we can make love
> But don't forget to f___ me
> 'cause you got more bounce than roger troutman
> I don't know when it's in or out and
> Soak me baby give me that good thang
> Ain't nothin' wrong with a coochie bang
> 'cause suga free, mausberg, quik & the am
> Definitely knows how to play 'em
> 'cause we went from demos to limos to luxuriousies
> To models from milan on they knees
>
> Chorus
> When we come up we gettin' down down down
> Step in the club they give us pound pound pound
> Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown & round
> Amg & mausberg with a brand new sound
> (repeat)
>
>
> Mausberg:
> Oh you didn't know that i'm the bomb baby
> Well take a toke of this d-i- & you gon' be feelin' flizie
> 'cause i be's mausberg the superior
> Steppin' through the club pound pound so ya fearin' us
> But don't trip we keep the vibe right
> Baby buy me some remy & if
> Yo' baby daddy trippin' tell him beep me
> 'cause i be's black & tone & swift up on my toes
> G'd up in alligate's and steel toes
> Can i get a pound pound? (pound pound)
> If free the flyest who am i? (you the realest)
> Look into my eyes & tell me what do you see
> Oh you jockin' my entourage dj quik & amg
> Well get yo' groove on 'cause i ain't hatin' on the homies
> When that 9-5th drop you & yo' sister gon' be on me
> All i wanna do is slide up in & slide back out
> Slap you in yo' face & stick it dead in yo' mouth
> You think i'm bullshittin' well meet me after my show
> Bring yo' lips to that all white stretch limo
> So we can ride, slide, dip & glide booyah!
> And do our thang 'cause my whole clique fly
>
> Chorus
> When we come up we gettin' down down down
> Step in the club they give us pound pound pound
> Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown & round
> Mausberg & suga free with a brand new sound
> (repeat)
>
>
> Suga free:
> It feel good don't it?
> It ain't no good if it ain't good enough
> To put the proper good on it
> Peep how i struck up b____ jump in the air
> Stay there until i tell you come down
> & when you do you shut the f___ up
> She'll sell a nice dream but b____ you'll
> Have better luck tryin' to find 2 pac than
> Me buying you somethin' off the ice cream truck
> Oxygen you leave 'lone leave me 'lone
> Before i lock you in that little bitty box again
> Don't let up y'all just keep her soakin' wet up
> Playa playa & tell her when she need to shut up
> Don't lighten up naw n____ you better you better tighten up
> Throw ya head back back back back
> Lean it to the side hey playas (yeah!)
> Tell 'em that we fly (we fly!) ooooh catastrophe!
> b____ rather slide down a slide of razor blades
> Into a pool of pimp p___ but this hoe had the audacity
> To ask me for a dollar even though that's all i had left
> These greedy lying a__ hoes'll fifty cents yo' a__ to death!
>
> Chorus
> When we come up we gettin' down down down
> Step in the club they give us pound pound pound
> Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown & round
> And we come to hit the world with a brand new sound
> (repeat)