[VERSE 1]
 Now everybody wants to know the [bad word] about a brother named Quik
 [bad word] from the school of the sly, wicked and the slick lotta people already know excatly where it's at Cause it's the home of the jackers and the crack [bad word]  Yeah, that's the name of the hometown I'm goin down in the town where my name is all around The suckers just be havin a fit, and that's a pity But I ain't doin nothin but (claimin my city) See, my lyrics I'm doublin up and provin to suckers that I can throw I'm passin a natural ten or four or six or eight before I go Yes, I'm definitely freestylin, all the while still profilin Never a trickster, DJ Quikster steals the show So now that's how I'm livin I do as I please, you see younger brother that's up on reality Cause everybody knows you have to be stompin If you're born and raised [bad word] (Born and raised) (Born and raised) (Born and raised [bad word]  (Where you from, fool?) [bad word]  [VERSE 2] [bad word] is the place where the homeboys chill, you see But then I found that it wasn't no place for me Cause way back in the day somebody musta wanted me to quit Because they broke in my house and cold stole my [bad word] They musta thought that I was gonna play the punk role Just because my equipment got stole But I ain't goin out like no sucker [bad word] clown They found they couldn't keep a dope [bad word] down So here's some bass in your face, [bad word] silly sucker- [bad word] clocker, now you're duckin, cause you can't stop a brother Like the Quiksta, because I'm [bad word] to the game You're lame, and things ain't gonn' never be the same Cause a [bad word] like the Quik is takin over I really don't think I should have to explain It, oh yeah, I'm a dog, but my name ain't Rover And I'm the kinda [bad word] that's feelin no pain Sometimes I have to wear a bullet-proof vest Because I got the 'Cpt' sign written across my chest funky dope brother never ceases to impress My name is DJ Quik, so you can [bad word] the rest [bad word] like this, and [bad word] directly Cause suckers get dain-bramaged if I'm doin damage quite effectively Rhymin is a battlezone, and suckers have no win Cause I'm a veteran from the C-o-m-p-t-o-n Kick it (Born and raised) [bad word] [bad word] yeah Funky dope for the nine-ace DJ Quik is in the [bad word] house Yeah (Born and raised [bad word]  Yo, check this [bad word] out Right about now I'd like to send a shout out to my buddy Teddy Bear What's up [bad word]  What's up KK? My buddy We got AMG most definitely in the house What's up Pretty Greg and Big Baby Brian cold chillin Talkin about the Armstrong Pack Straight got my [bad word] back To my buddy No Way what's up, fool Roche is in the house My buddy Donzelli You know what's happenin, fool What's up Itch And Tony Lang is chillin To my [bad word] Gangsta Wayne And my engineer Joe gettin busy on the flo' And last but not least I'd like to thank Shabby Blue And we out Peace