[Verse 1]

Yo, we got the basic instinct to keep the party live
We got y’all niggas open, hit you with the party vibe
I’m [bad word] like skating in Central Park up in Venice
With a box portraying the menace
I got the forty on my lap, my tape playing Boom Bap
The [bad word] next to me talking about, “What up man, that [bad word] not my style.”
I said yo chill with that, we ain’t having no black-on-black
I gave him a slap on the blackhand side, pulled out a fat sack
Now we spark it live every day of the week
Keep a [bad word] from getting tweaked up inside this piece
I fall on niggas like a rain child
When we’re wrecking up the scene we bring the pain loud
 [bad word] 

And wow, Quasimoto rock and on on
Quasimoto rock and on on
Till the break of dawn, we rock on and on
Till the break of dawn
Quasimoto rock on and on till the break of dawn

[Verse 2]

Yo, we got the basic instinct to keep the party live
We got y’all niggas open, hit you with the partyvibe
It goes yes yes y’all, to the beat y’all
We will leak all out the streets y’all
Do your auditory raw, never take a fall
Just call on all Quas, you know we’ll always keep it raw
Like my [bad word] Madlib, we manifested from the west
No one protest, I keep myself free from stress
Plus I drop in sight like Mike (?)
I keep my cherry on top but that’s a Blackberry
 [bad word] 

But anyway, Quasimoto rock and on on
Quasimoto rock and on on
Till the break of dawn, we rock on and on
Till the break of dawn
Quasimoto rock on and on till the break of dawn