You want to see a young brother from the Compton tip check a grip
Well, keep lookin', because the C-A-M-E-O track is cookin'
Like a big ol' pot of neck bones, we'll tend to fire up
Because a young brother like the Quik is gettin' wired up
You know my offbeat style is flowin' all the while
I'm showin' suckers, they can't get none of this
Let alone some of this, I'm a musical genius
And if you fuck with my roll (face down, hut, hut, hut, hut)
I beat your ass as if we was playin' Tecmo Bowl
I'm a producer if a rhythm is dope, I choose it
And I hope you know I'd rather be dope than use it
I was a player in the Penthouse and now I'm uprooted
A young scallion in them khaki suits and booted
With a forty in hand I'm a take a stand
I'm lettin' em know they can't fuck with the one man band
And if a suck-sucker want to know who's to blame
I let 'em know, Quik is the name

Too quick, too quick
Too quick, too quick
DJ Quik

Now can we get back on the tip of the real unadulterated funk?
'Cause Quik is gettin' funky just like a skunk
And the funk is that I step with the style I show
Let's blow these motherfuckin' nimrods doin' low
What makes you think that you can even try to step to me?
I hold the dice without six on the tea leaf
I know you want to win, so go on and try your luck
Punk, put your money on the floor and get bucked
By a professional rhyme hoodlum
Hoochies all over my tip because I screwed 'em
One-time can't lock me up, cause I elude 'em
And bubblegum rappers can't fade me cause I chewed 'em
So suckers get at me I'm the "Q" in quotations
And the C-P-T is the location
I won't talk in riddles cause you don't need the strain on your brain
To make it simple, Quik is the name

Too quick, too quick
Too quick, too quick
DJ Quik

Yeah, I won't compare my rhyme styles to no gat
'Cause to me that bullshit is super wack
I just remain plain and kick the facts
'Bout how a nigga can't keep from gettin' jacked
You gotta hold your own at any cost
'Cause if you don't, boy, you might get bossed and tossed
By a sucker who claims he got more game than you
Bein' true is what you oughta do
Or you just might find some chrome pointed at your dome
Think fast or you might not make it home
See a nigga like myself ain't goin out like that
Because I found that it pays to pack a gat
In the city where surival is a full-time job, black
And it ain't givin' nothin' back
The fo'-fo'll keep a motherfucker tame
Behind the trigger yo, Quik is the name

Too quick, too quick
Too quick, too quick
DJ Quik

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): David Marvin Blake