Across the Map

[Verse 1: DJ Quik]
I walk in the bank, drop a smile and a flash
But they still gotta record it when I'm pausing my cash
And when I leave financial, I go jump in that fast
To go back to the lab, and make a beat for the mass
An [?] and some milk in the glass
I'm teaching all you jokers, so you can't skip class
I hope you broads don't think I'm only out for that ass
Your tank will stay on empty, cause you like to get gassed
Now when I'm in the club, I'm drinking shots of Patrone
But when I leave the club, I'm always leaving alone
Ugly girls call me crazy, and they call me gay
You little monkey, I'll be there to get you out the way
You gorilla, now go get some filla in your tea
And lose a couple pounds of hair weeve
If you've never had a bidet in your bathroom
You ain't on my level, fireplace in your master bedroom
You ain't on my level, four and five cars at a time
I do it with rhyme, you know I do it with beats
I get new money to sign
I'm addicted to the grind
I'm like rockin' in your mind
I'm like Beatles in their prime
I'm a eloquent you've been denyin', yeah

[Verse 2: Bizzy Bone]
While we sippin on Patrone, [?]
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Reason for deseeving, to be or not to be [?]
[?] poppin pills while niggas chillin
[?] to the cieling
[?] my nigga Quik on the record we was [?]
Thought I was [?]
[?] in public [?]
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[?] chickens [?]
[?] my nigga
[?] kill this shit [?]
[?] a job [?]
[?] they dance, looking for [?]
Bitch I ain't no trick, this is a [?]

[Verse 3: Bun B]
Well you already know that it's that OG Bun
Rocking with the homie Quik, having some OG fun
Representing for the streets, that the OG run
Now let me give you an example of what OG done
I put it down, for niggas who puttin it up
When they start going pop, I was hoodin it up
When they took us to the berbs, I went back to the trap
They forgot about the south, I put it back on the map
Worldwide respected, locally I'm looked up to
But disreguarding red tape, I just cut through
Tryna throw me a monkey rench, I'm like fuck you
You got your marching orders, hut one, hut two
About face, now move around, G
Cause I don't playa hate niggas around me
I'm rolling with the homie DJ Quik
And if you hating on that, then suck my DJ dick
Bitch