Yo, a day in the life of a player named quik

I'm just a stubborn kind of fellow with a head like a brick

And just because i drink the 8, they say that i'm hopeless

But i don't give a f**k, so blame it on the loc-est

Now this is how we do it when we checkin a grip

Teddy bear's in the house, so don't even trip

We're bustin funky compositions as smooth as a prism

So check it while i kick it to this funky a** rhythm

It's friday morning, the phone is ringin off the hook *brrrrrring*

And amg is puttin down girl rhymes in his notebook

Or should i say d**e sack, because we don't bust wack *brrrrrring*

I pick up the phone and it's the d (whassup ni**a?)

He said he's comin down at about two on the dot

So i'm about to rush the tub while my water's still hot

And now i'm soakin, a brother like the devestatin dj quik ain't jokin

F**k with me on dsp and you'll get broken

My name is quik, but you can call me daddy

Yo open up the door, they think i'm freak man in a caddy

Now freaky's in an el doggin shabbies in at alco

And everybody's sippin on a quart (here we go)

D just came with a forty and a quart

In addition to the three that greedy just brought

But i don't wanna start early, so i just might

Put my forty in the freezer cause i wanna get bent tonite

Tonight's the nit