Dollars & Sense: acordes por 
Dj Quik 
N/A•
Tom: Eb major•
Verse 1
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Em
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Em
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Now let's get down to business,
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bitches
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Cause it seems like y'all just
Em
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keep on tryin to diss this
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Nigga that you know
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that's been down for years
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I've clowned for years,
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and y'all could never fade my peers
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One two three four five six seven
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Nine, ten, Eiht you can't win
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Cause all the way around
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nigga I gets respect
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And youse a nigga that can't
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even get no props in your set
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Tragniew Park you say huh
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Wanna be rip pin,
Em
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but now it's time to do some set trippin
So listen close,
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cause I don't want y'all to miss
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That I'm bout to break it down for this bitch,
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check it
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Aca cia, Poplar Maple Spruce
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Cedar Elm
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Westside trees sprayin all the fleas
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That's from the three and four
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hundred block P- Funk riders
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(So niggaz watch yo' ass at
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that center divider)
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Now Aaron Tyler,
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tell my why you seem so tame
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When I caught you at the airport,
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shakin like a crap game
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You looked up and you seen my
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niggaz comin
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And you looked like your bitch
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ass was bout to start runnin
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But all I wanted to do was kick a little
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coversation (yo whatup)
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And see if we can fix this little situation
Bm
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But would I fuck you up was
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what you wondered
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Yeah, that's probably why you changed
your little pager number (punk ass)
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But bitches like you don't grow
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You can't even look me in my eye,
Em
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let alone go toe to toe
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And callin me skinny, youse a clown
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I'ma call you Theo,
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cause you weigh ninety- two point three pounds
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Wack ass actor, movie script killer
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Fool don't you know,
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Quik is still the nigga
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Compton psycho, boy you oughta quit
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Your records don't hit,
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and bitches don't jock your shit
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You need to stay down you
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Compton clown
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And get off of the nuts of the
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niggaz with guts
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Because I'm down with the Trees,
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I'm down with Death Row
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I'm down with Black Tone,
Em
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and I'm down with the fo'
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So when we cross paths
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and I hope that's soon
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I'ma boot your motherfuckin ass
to the moon
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You need to quit bangin
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under false pretense
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Cause if don't make dollars,
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it don't make sense
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If it don't make dollars,
Verse 2
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it don't make sense
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Em
So don't kill game,
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let the pimpin commence
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If it don't make dollars,
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it don't make sense
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Em
So don't kill game,
let the people, commence
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Bm
If it don't make dollars,
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it don't make sense
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Em
So don't kill game,
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let the pimpin commence
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If it don't make dollars,
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it don't make sense
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Em
Because you gotta give it up
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to the crown prince
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Now I'ma swing it to the right and,
Verse 3
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right into the left hand
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Take a deep breath and,
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cook it like a chef and
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This is dedicated to the C- P- T
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No better yet T- T- P,
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or the niggaz that look up to me
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I make it my business,
to be that true forever
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And whenever I can come clever
well that's my endeavor
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Bm
So whether or not you understand,
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that there's only one DJ Q- U- I- K
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With no C still you can't be me
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Bm
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Because I'm floatin in my Lex and,
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depositin fat checks and
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Gettin mad sex while I floss the NSX and
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Doin what I wanna,
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and youse a goner nigga
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For thinkin that you can catch me slippin
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on a street corner
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Remember Compton's in the house,
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and Quik is in the hood
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Sip pin yak with all my
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niggaz cause it's tooted good
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Bm
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So don't knock it til you try it, cause
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Eiht he tried to knock it
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But he's still walkin round with my
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nuts in his pocket (beyotch)
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So put tha P in it repres
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ent and sip that Miller
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And for those of y'all concerned,
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this is still Eiht Killa
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Let me take a load off my scrotum little pest
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If it don't make dollers nigga,
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you know the rest
Interlude 1
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Em
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Now
Verse 4
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Em
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I done sold
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my fuckin soul to the shit that I kick
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While you groupie ass niggaz keep
Em
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on ridin the dick
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You oughta know that DJ Quik ain't your
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average everyday motherfucker
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(Hah) Slick like a snake cause I stuck ya
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Now, I never had my dick sucked
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by a man befo'
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But you gon be the first
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you little trick ass hoe
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Then you can tell me just
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how it taste
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But before I nut I shoot some
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piss in your face
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You fuckin coward,
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tremblin like a nervous wreck
Cause when I caught your ass,
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you put yourself in check
And when you left my presence,
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you left ex pedient
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You ain't no fuckin killer,
Em
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youse a comedian, beyotch
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Tell me why you act so scary
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Givin your set a bad name
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wit your misspelled name
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E- I- H- T, now should I continue
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Yeah you left out the G
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cause the G ain't in you
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Remember that time you was
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rollin on the Westside
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And a little brown bucket
pulled up on your side
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Caught at that light in your
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Camry in the midst of a
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REAL killer, tell me did you feel a little
Bm
nervous (hell yeah)
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You was in the shadow of death
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With two trey- five- sevens pointed at your chest,
hmm
Whatchu gon do,
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where was your niggaz that kill at
Em
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You ain't got no killers so kill dat
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Holdin up your hands
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and beggin for a pass
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You lucky they didn't just
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to get to dumpin on yo' ass
Cause this game you think is
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funny is some real shit
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So you need to be more careful who you fuckin wit,
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Em
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beyotch!
Verse 5
Em
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I'm through playin with your punk ass
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Verse 6
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Shouts goes out,
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to my well known road dog
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What's up Dozun Tru,
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they don't understand it baby
They can't fade us out here on
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these Compton streets (beyotch)
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It's bigger than they can imagine
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To the whole entire Death Row family
Both sides,
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whassup niggaz
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And my nigga big Suge, known
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for keepin shit poppin
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To my nigga Big J,
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my little nigga Hi- C, little straight G
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And that little singin ass nigga Danny Boy
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Y'all don't understand,
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y'all can't fade this
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I'M the first nigga
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that was "Bangin on Wax"
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Yeah if you remember,
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nineteen eighty- seven underground tapes
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And it don't stop, and it won't stop
Outro 1
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