DJ Quik - Dollaz + Sense Lyrics
Mmm
Now let's get down to business, bitches
Cause it seems like y'all just keep on tryin to diss this
Nigga that you know that's been down for years
I've clowned for years, and y'all could never fade my peers
Nine, ten, Eiht you can't win
Cause all the way around nigga I gets respect
and youse a nigga that can't even get no props in your set
Tragniew Park you say huh
Wanna be rippin, but now it's time to do some set trippin
So listen close, cause I don't want y'all to miss
That I'm bout to break it down for this bitch, check it
Acacia, Poplar Maple Spruce Cedar Elm
Westside trees sprayin all the fleas
that's from the three and four hundred block P-Funk riders
Now Aaron Tyler, tell my why you seem so tame
When I caught you at the airport, shakin like a crap game
You looked up and you seen my niggaz comin
And you looked like your bitch ass was bout to start runnin
But all I wanted to do was kick a little coversation (yo whatup)
And see if we can fix this little situation
But would I fuck you up was what you wondered
Yeah, that's probably why you changed your little pager number (punk ass)
But bitches like you don't grow
You can't even look me in my eye, let alone go toe to toe
And callin me skinny, youse a clown
I'ma call you Theo, cause you weigh ninety-two point three pounds
Wack ass actor, movie script killer
Fool don't you know, Quik is still the nigga
Compton psycho, boy you oughta quit
Your records don't hit, and bitches don't jock your shit
You need to stay down you Compton clown
and get off of the nuts of the niggaz with guts
Because I'm down with the Trees, I'm down with Death Row
I'm down with Black Tone, and I'm down with the fo'
So when we cross paths and I hope that's soon
I'ma boot your motherfuckin ass to the moon
You need to quit bangin under false pretense
Cause if don't make dollars, it don't make sense
[chorus]
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the people, commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
Because you gotta give it up to the crown prince
Now I'ma swing it to the right and, right into the left hand
Take a deep breath and, cook it like a chef and
this is dedicated to the C-P-T
No better yet T-T-P, or the niggaz that look up to me
I make it my business, to be that true forever
and whenever I can come clever well that's my endeavor
so whether or not you understand, that there's only one DJ Q-U-I-K
with no C still you can't be me
Because I'm floatin in my Lex and, depositin fat checks and
gettin mad sex while I floss the NSX and
doin what I wanna, and youse a goner nigga
for thinkin that you can catch me slippin on a street corner
Remember Compton's in the house, and Quik is in the hood
Sippin yak with all my niggaz cause it's tooted good
So don't knock it til you try it, cause Eiht he tried to knock it
But he's still walkin round with my nuts in his pocket (beyotch)
So put tha P in it represent and sip that Miller
And for those of y'all concerned, this is still Eiht Killa [gun blast]
Let me take a load off my scrotum little pest
If it don't make dollers nigga, you know the rest
[chorus]
Now I done sold my fuckin soul to the shit that I kick
While you groupie ass niggaz keep on ridin the dick
You oughta know that DJ Quik ain't your average everyday motherfucker
(hah) Slick like a snake cause I stuck ya
Now, I never had my dick sucked by a man befo'
But you gon be the first you little trick ass hoe
Then you can tell me just how it taste
But before I nut I shoot some piss in your face
you fuckin coward, tremblin like a nervous wreck
Cause when I caught your ass, you put yourself in check
And when you left my presence, you left expedient
You ain't no fuckin killer, youse a comedian, beyotch
Tell me why you act so scary
Givin your set a bad name wit your misspelled name
E-I-H-T, now should I continue
Yeah you left out the G cause the G ain't in you
Remember that time you was rollin on the Westside
And a little brown bucket pulled up on your side
Caught at that light in your Camry in the midst of a
REAL killer, tell me did you feel a little nervous (hell yeah)
You was in the shadow of death
With two trey-five-sevens pointed at your chest, hmm
Whatchu gon do, where was your niggaz that kill at
You ain't got no killers so kill dat
Holdin up your hands and beggin for a pass
You lucky they didn't just to get to dumpin on yo' ass
Cause this game you think is funny is some real shit
So you need to be more careful who you fuckin wit, beyotch!
[chorus]
[line 4] I'm through playin with your punk ass
Shouts goes out, to my well known road dog
What's up Dozun Tru, they don't understand it baby
they can't fade us out here on these Compton streets (beyotch)
It's bigger than they can imagine
To the whole entire Death Row family
Both sides, whassup niggaz
And my nigga big Suge, known for keepin shit poppin
To my nigga Big J, my little nigga Hi-C, little straight G
And that little singin ass nigga Danny Boy
Y'all don't understand, y'all can't fade this
I'M the first nigga that was "Bangin on Wax"
Yeah if you remember, nineteen eighty-seven underground tapes
And it don't stop, and it won't stop
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DJ Quik Dollaz + Sense Comments
Now, THATS A DISS TRACK PUNK DRAKE
Here from watch dogs 2
2020 around the corner! Still smokin and jamming DJ Quik! Straight up ol'skool diss master! Take note all you so called rappers! This is how you battle with words!
3:29 pause
He killed this shit💯💯💯
Eiht should I continue, yeah I left the g , cause the g ain't n u.....murdered eiht... the best diss eva....it's 2020 ya feels mey
All's well 22:12 ....the best diss song ever.......dimu fo live
Dj quik
Fu dj quik
Now I’m a say hey cordially
Piru all day
Like how it says Safe + Sound
2020 Anybody🤔🤔🤔
George G1 wrote the song
This was a Hellva dis track but quick didn't write it
Hardest diss of all time besides hit em up. Who here after Nick signed his death warrant?
I come from watch dogs 2
Callin me Skinny/youz a clown
Ima call u Theo cuz you ain't 92.3 pounds. (gotta be from LA to know what that means)
Vibe Awards 😂
Had to comeback here and listen to a REAL diss track after the Nick Cannon and Em beef
I don't gangbang but I fucks with this loco. West coast till the end, fuck the rest.
This shit is soft and doesn’t bang
Reminds me of those family reunions I miss so dearly
Show in Lyon France.. À killer...
What u gonna do? Where was your niggaz that kill at? You ain't got no killas so kill dat!
Okay I love you
Let get bussiness bitches..
december 2019?
92.3 lbs haha
1:51 best part
Thanksgiving in the whip smoking with the bro listening to this banger.. priceless
If you listening to this in 2019, then you listening to this in 2019.
damn this beat is out of the world
My nigga even went as far as to perform this shit in front of eiht. Quik the goat
Compton piru bloods dj quik
His best.
This is classic, still, that line about getting his dick sucked by another man sounds weird as fuck.
3:27 - 3:38 GAY BARS.
Everyone here is so fucking dumb, they think DJ Quik won with Dollaz + Sense, but MC Eiht won with Def Wish IV which was a respond to this song
Almost 2020 and still if it dont make dollaz it dont make sense.
Is any one here from watch dogs 2?😂
11/2019...
GTA V ,West Coast Radio. Epic!
I say this ALL THE TIME to bitches in they feelings and on some petty bullshit! "If it don't make DOLLARS it don't make sense"! 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏
And to my nigga big Suge KNOWN for keepin shit poppin! FACTS
E I H T ohh should i continue? yu left out da G cause da G aint in yu
Now let's get down to business, bitches
'Cause it seems like y'all just keep on tryin' to diss this
Nigga that you know that's been down for years
I've clowned for years, and y'all could never fade my peers
One two three four five six seven nine, ten, Eiht you can't win
'Cause all the way around nigga I gets respect
And youse a nigga that can't even get no props in your set
Tragniew Park you say huh
Wanna be rippin', but now it's time to do some set trippin'
So listen close, 'cause I don't want y'all to miss
That I'm bout to break it down for this bitch, check it
Acacia, Poplar Maple Spruce Cedar Elm
West side trees sprayin' all the fleas
That's from the three and four hundred block P-Funk riders
So niggaz watch yo' ass at that center divider
Now Aaron Tyler, tell my why you seem so tame
When I caught you at the airport, shakin' like a crap game
You looked up and you seen my niggaz comin
And you looked like your bitch ass was 'bout to start runnin'
But all I wanted to do was kick a little conversation
And see if we can fix this little situation
But would I fuck you up was what you wondered
Yeah, that's probably why you changed your little pager number
But bitches like you don't grow
You can't even look me in my eye, let alone go toe to toe
And callin' me skinny, youse a clown
I'ma call you Theo, 'cause you weigh ninety-two point three pounds
Wack ass actor, movie script killer
Fool don't you know, Quik is still the nigga
Compton psycho, boy you oughta quit
Your records don't hit, and bitches don't jock your shit
You need to stay down you Compton clown
And get off of the nuts of the niggaz with guts
Because I'm down with the Trees, I'm down with Death Row
I'm down with Black Tone, and I'm down with the fo'
So when we cross paths and I hope that's soon
I'ma boot your motherfuckin' ass to the moon
You need to quit bangin' under false pretense
'Cause if don't make dollars, it don't make sense
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the people, commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
Because you gotta give it up to the crown prince
Now I'ma swing it to the right and, right into the left hand
Take a deep breath and, cook it like a chef and
This is dedicated to the see-P-T
No better yet T-T-P, or the niggaz that look up to me
I make it my business, to be that true forever
And whenever I can come clever well that's my endeavor
So whether or not you understand, that there's only one DJ Q-you-I-K
With no see still you can't be me
Because I'm floatin' in my Lex and, depositin' fat checks and
Gettin mad sex while I floss the NSX and
Doin' what I wanna, and youse a goner nigga
For thinkin that you can catch me slippin' on a street corner
Remember Compton's in the house, and Quik is in the hood
Sippin' yak with all my niggaz 'cause it's tooted good
So don't knock it till you try it, 'cause Eiht he tried to knock it
But he's still walkin' round with my nuts in his pocket
So put tha P in it represent and sip that Miller
And for those of y'all concerned, this is still Eiht Killa
Let me take a load off my scrotum little pest
If it don't make dollars nigga, you know the rest
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the people, commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
Because you gotta give it up to the crown prince
Now I done sold my fuckin' soul to the shit that I kick
While you groupie ass niggaz keep on ridin' the dick
You oughta know that DJ Quik ain't your average
Everyday motherfucker, slick like a snake 'cause I stuck ya
Now, I never had my dick sucked by a man befo'
But you gon' be the first you little trick ass hoe
Then you can tell me just how it taste
But before I nut I shoot some piss in your face
You fuckin' coward, tremblin' like a nervous wreck
'Cause when I caught your ass, you put yourself in check
And when you left my presence, you left expedient
You ain't no fuckin' killer, youse a comedian, beyotch
Tell me why you act so scary
Givin' your set a bad name wit your misspelled name
E-I-H-T, now should I continue
Yeah you left out the G 'cause the G ain't in you
Remember that time you was rollin' on the West side
And a little brown bucket pulled up on your side
Caught at that light in your Camry in the midst of a
Real killer, tell me did you feel a little nervous
You was in the shadow of death with two trey-five-sevens
Pointed at your chest whatchu gon' do, where was your
Niggaz that kill at you ain't got no killers so kill dat
Holdin' up your hands and beggin' for a pass
You lucky they didn't just to get to dumpin' on yo' ass
'Cause this game you think is funny is some real shit
So you need to be more careful who you fuckin' wit, beyotch!
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
I'm through playin' with your punk ass
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
Because you gotta give it up to the crown prince
Shouts goes out, to my well known road dog
What's up Dozun Tru, they don't understand it baby
They can't fade us out here on these Compton streets
It's bigger than they can imagine to the whole entire
Death Row family both sides, whassup niggaz
And my nigga Big Suge, known for keepin' shit poppin'
To my nigga Big J, my little nigga Hi-see, little straight G
And that little singin' ass nigga Danny Boy
Y'all don't understand, y'all can't fade this
I'm the first nigga that was "Bangin' on Wax"
Yeah if you remember, nineteen eighty-seven underground tapes
And it don't stop, and it won't stop
Most people don’t realize that DJ Quik produced most of “All Eyez on me!” Him and Johnny J.
DJ Quik needs way more props than he gets.
Damn quick said "im thru playing with yo punk ass.😂😂😂😅
Realist Damu On ♿
2020 anyone?
Nipsey was the Crip XO Rollanda DJ Quick his style everything get better Nipsey My Hommie Rich Rollin
so funkyy
Man..time flies. I remember playing Murder Was The Case Album on a TDK cassette in my Walkman! 😂...
(seriously though, time is strange cause to me this was like yesterday...)
I think at the time I was the only n gga on the east coast in my area playing this.This sh t was hard.Fools ain't understanding it ain't about the geography it's about the music.
Quik came out hard. I like 8 too . This was last era of real Gangsta music.
Because I love myself
Woop Woop! This shit sooo Bloody! P's up!
gotta gta get paper paid every day fone keeps flowin hustle corners pockets growin larger by the second and in strapped gotta watch my back on da set
yah aint gangsta if ya aint form around the way
E-I-H-T now shall I continue? Ya left the G out cause the G ain’t in ya.
2019 From Paris with love to all my gz all over the world you dont euros you d m sense
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥✨✨✨🐐🏁
West Coast Classic Vibes
He throwing shots at dre on this?
god music
My favorite diss song from GTA 5
Tracy Ellis killed it as Dj Quick for Halloween#2019.. Futuristic diss to Tank aboyt bj favors.. wwow!
Mc eigh still better than trash ass game
2019 DJ QUIK ALBUM ?
im here from watch dogs 2 lol
❤️❤️❤️❤️HUB CITY BITCHES🥰🥰🥰🥰
Mc Eiht cried when he got in his car after hearing this😂
Love it
SEND TREETOP .ASAp
this is 🔥
Quik has a misspelled name also... IJS. LOL.
He literally took EIHT's soul with this track
fuck you man i just bought this ride! lol
When a west coast legend goes at another legend from the same hood. To me the back and forth diss tracks between Eiht and Quik is pure classic. The diss songs are still a tie to me.
"DJ QUIK" WESTCOAST G- GENIUS
Is this nigga gay
yeeeeeeeeea
You gotta Understand, let the pimpin' come in
For me... Dj Quik was the best...❤🇦🇺💯
Make me top comment so people comming from Watch dogs 2 see this and be pround.
Change the speed to 1.25
(Thank me later)
Like WTF a visional rollercoaster to fast
& MC Eiht has been irrelevant since
😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂
November 2019!
Quik minimizes the use of profanity in his shit...but don't mistake him for Will Smith! He was "about dat life"...at one point :-)
Wiz khalifa face + Eazy E vioce = DJ QUIK
Dj quik piru bloods gang member
Dedicated to All you Hollywood instant fake n shake rappers you know who you are gangster muzic is from the streets n penitentiary where no one knows your name or face .
MC Eiht is the homie but DJ Quik went for the jugular
Bumping this in 2019 SD 619....
“If it don’t make dollaz nigga you know the rest”
BOSS 😎