Puffin The Dragon

[Dj Quik] To whom are concerned Don't take me vain I plowed a hard road for people like Little Wayne I put it all in place To have it taken away And live in ridicule and grief, dismay Before my face got stubble My house burned to rubble The party that I planned for the world got me in trouble Journalists asked what I did with my money I gave it to the needy Not that greedy, I'm Quik I do it like I wanna' Something like the South of France I want to hear the thunder Now open up the ceiling, ask the valet Pull the roof off I want to feel the feeling So let the raindrops kiss me on my Angelic face I'm such a sport, had to ask the turtle Was it a race? And now I yield for the snail's pace Cross town traffic in a haze I love this place [HOOK] I'm up and I'm at it I guess I'm just a musical addict I like it when my life is automatic I'm summoning Magic I gotta avoid it when its tragic So call me when you need a new gadget I'm puffin the dragon It's fried chicken in back of the wagon Mercedes, Lamborghini we draggin On the Interstate 15 to Vegas We drunk and we niggas They pay us, We playas [DJ Quik] Betrayed to the point where i pop my trunk But why me? Go to prison and send heaven a punk I was the star of the show But that turns your friends against you Hence, they'll never get another opportunity since you Salon shop talk now, Days are jaded They ask a thousand questions While im getting my hair braided Staring at me funny Counting one dollar bills Greed is a sin but ignorance kills And LA can be a very cold place at times Alot of different drugs No universal mind On the same page of alot of different books I swear that this could be as fun as it looks Cause when you ride em right You get the fun in the sun But if you stab the [?] Got one and your done On the surface its calm The naked eye can't see it But the undercurrents there To steal a body if needed So be it [HOOK] I'm up and I'm at it I guess I'm just a musical addict I like it when my life is automatic I'm summoning Magic I gotta avoid it when its tragic So call me when you need a new gadget I'm puffin the dragon It's fried chicken in back of the wagon Mercedes, Lamborghini we draggin On the Interstate 15 to Vegas We drunk and we niggas They pay us, We playas [DJ Quik] Rose Hills filling up with all of my friends Emotions I can't show em Im just keeping it in Got alot of living to do Avoiding the laws of the land The grim reaper got the scythe in his hand So its party on the stage While playing everything Scratch the record Throw my hands up Make everybody sing Still the one man band Still a Hip-Hop fan A producer from Old Spruce But with a mic and a band Im not as passionate about it But i hit now and then Not naive to envy that fills the hearts of men Im a G from the streets But i need a new letter One that announces my power and describes me better Im a Q from a composition writer I see it all in high lighter From the perspective of a biter So Drake I owe you a line and Diddy you too Canada, New York and Compton lets get a brew [HOOK] I'm up and I'm at it I guess I'm just a musical addict I like it when my life is automatic I'm summoning Magic I gotta avoid it when its tragic So call me when you need a new gadget I'm puffin the dragon It's fried chicken in back of the wagon Mercedes, Lamborghini we draggin On the Interstate 15 to Vegas We drunk and we niggas They pay us, We playas