Mastamimd
Ain't shyt
well we all know why detox is taking so long to come out
Dr Dre wants to be white
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well we all know why detox is taking so long to come out
the old 
thread with all the suge quotes was hilarious, talkin about wrestling mountain lions and shyt 
thread with all the suge quotes was hilarious, talkin about wrestling mountain lions and shyt 
Suge has provided some of the most entertaining shyt-talking in history. I remember that e-mail he supposedly got from Snoop Dogg where Snoop was saying he's a king to his set and they're all dumb as fukk while copping pleas from Suge.Or the other story where he said 2pac called Dre gay and Dre went: "Nooo 2pac, I'm not gay because I don't fukk asses - I take it in the ass. That means I'm bi"
Dr Dre's ProductionSkills
Hutch, yella, Mel-man, Daz, Mike Elizondo
Lyrics to U Ain't Fresh :
(Verse 1 - DJ Quik)
I know you like to do ecstacy, and then forget where you are
Be up in a room with a stripper, and your homie Lamar
Now that's a nasty threesome, a straight mis-match
Instead of bangin' on the broad, you'd rather open his hatch
And start packin'... and get some dookie on your tip
Don't look now, you got a loogie on your lip
Next time video tape it, let us all see it
This is Sir Herb, I'll put you on the web - you pervert
The number 23 on the beats, 'bout to do ya
Mister Blake A.K.A. DJ Quik talkin' to ya
And I'll prove I'm proper and yo game is whack with 1 line
I'll never put my name on a track that wasn't mine
This hip-hip shyt, is getting stupid again
These nikkas gun-tottin', fightin', gettin' rutless again
There's a message in the Big Book, didn't you read it?
It say if nikkas don't remember the past, they gonn' repeat it
So I'm into ???ated
That ground heart-stated
And we all made it
If you want a hit, nikka, call David
The first name basis, depends on how the pay is
50 under the table do it enough, don't need a label
'Cause I rob from the rich and I... gives to the ?floor?
The ground-level ground shovel diggin' up some more
So let's stay focused 'cause the chip is the prize
Now put your shyt in first, nikka, and shift it to rise
And like Frank Nitti, ?We 2-degree?
And you haters trippin' cause I got the key to the city
Not a sissy but the hoes keep callin' us pretty
And you mad 'cause the bytch got me on her titty
Mr. Troutman talk me talkbox, do why diddy!
And I'll tell you to your ear, nikka, you sound shytty
I'll take your hoe up to the room and show her no pity
So call me DJ Meow Mix 'cause we gets kitty (meow)
Scratchin' all the fleas off of these
Stayin' high off of trees
Top villian, and enjoyin' the breeze
And the time I'm spendin' in yo bytch, a supreme blast
In the back of my S-500 playin' Dreamcast
(Verse 3 - Kam)
Kam got get-back
So get up off my dikk, rat
nikka, that shyt whack
You want a hit track?
Where Quik at?
Knick, knack, patty whack
I only bone dimes
How you tight? You don't even write your own rhymes
It's been a long time
Since you last heard from me
Like Bill ass Hillary, "what's up?"
Still love me, pretty young thang?
City I'm from bang
What's up, nikka?
Real G's don't wear titty and tongue rings
You's a fruity-o, you make the most excuses
And keep a studio full of ghost producers
Young boss heard
You was tryin' to floss, nerd
Hollerin' "which side is the realest?"
Who you steal that from? (Mausberg)
The street slang thief is your chief employment
You live a life full of grief after brief enjoyment
Fake gang bangers, when you see us, tuck all rags
Adios, buenos dias, fukk y'all fags!
More lyrics: http://www.lyricsmania.com/u_aint_fresh_lyrics_dj_quik.html
All about Dj Quik: http://www.musictory.com/music/Dj+Quik
(Verse 1 - DJ Quik)
I know you like to do ecstacy, and then forget where you are
Be up in a room with a stripper, and your homie Lamar
Now that's a nasty threesome, a straight mis-match
Instead of bangin' on the broad, you'd rather open his hatch
And start packin'... and get some dookie on your tip
Don't look now, you got a loogie on your lip
Next time video tape it, let us all see it
This is Sir Herb, I'll put you on the web - you pervert
The number 23 on the beats, 'bout to do ya
Mister Blake A.K.A. DJ Quik talkin' to ya
And I'll prove I'm proper and yo game is whack with 1 line
I'll never put my name on a track that wasn't mine
This hip-hip shyt, is getting stupid again
These nikkas gun-tottin', fightin', gettin' rutless again
There's a message in the Big Book, didn't you read it?
It say if nikkas don't remember the past, they gonn' repeat it
So I'm into ???ated
That ground heart-stated
And we all made it
If you want a hit, nikka, call David
The first name basis, depends on how the pay is
50 under the table do it enough, don't need a label
'Cause I rob from the rich and I... gives to the ?floor?
The ground-level ground shovel diggin' up some more
So let's stay focused 'cause the chip is the prize
Now put your shyt in first, nikka, and shift it to rise
And like Frank Nitti, ?We 2-degree?
And you haters trippin' cause I got the key to the city
Not a sissy but the hoes keep callin' us pretty
And you mad 'cause the bytch got me on her titty
Mr. Troutman talk me talkbox, do why diddy!
And I'll tell you to your ear, nikka, you sound shytty
I'll take your hoe up to the room and show her no pity
So call me DJ Meow Mix 'cause we gets kitty (meow)
Scratchin' all the fleas off of these
Stayin' high off of trees
Top villian, and enjoyin' the breeze
And the time I'm spendin' in yo bytch, a supreme blast
In the back of my S-500 playin' Dreamcast
(Verse 3 - Kam)
Kam got get-back
So get up off my dikk, rat
nikka, that shyt whack
You want a hit track?
Where Quik at?
Knick, knack, patty whack
I only bone dimes
How you tight? You don't even write your own rhymes
It's been a long time
Since you last heard from me
Like Bill ass Hillary, "what's up?"
Still love me, pretty young thang?
City I'm from bang
What's up, nikka?
Real G's don't wear titty and tongue rings
You's a fruity-o, you make the most excuses
And keep a studio full of ghost producers
Young boss heard
You was tryin' to floss, nerd
Hollerin' "which side is the realest?"
Who you steal that from? (Mausberg)
The street slang thief is your chief employment
You live a life full of grief after brief enjoyment
Fake gang bangers, when you see us, tuck all rags
Adios, buenos dias, fukk y'all fags!
More lyrics: http://www.lyricsmania.com/u_aint_fresh_lyrics_dj_quik.html
All about Dj Quik: http://www.musictory.com/music/Dj+Quik
nineteeneightysix
Banned
The way Suge Knight just casually and non-nonchalantly says "yes, I consider him my friend, because he took my advice, and married somebody white" made me burst out laughing...
The Message
Lex with tv sets the minimum
Damn, Quik is a beast when it comes to dissin a nikka. haha
NYChase718
Veteran
didnt suge also claim to save 2pac from drowning and sayin somthin like...."dont worry i got you lil fella"
Born2BKing
Veteran
@ anyone believing anything Suge Ducktale Knight says
lol that was classic... i set that thread offthe old
Nomad1
Tupac KONY and GOAT
Yo I remember reading a story on Suge almost drowning Pac and Snoop during a trip to some country. I'll try to find the story but that shyt was hilarious. Pac actually almost drowned twice I thinkdidnt suge also claim to save 2pac from drowning and sayin somthin like...."dont worry i got you lil fella"
