[ 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 throwin 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 em
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 tricks, the DJ Quikster steals the show
So 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 Greedy Greg and Big Baby Brian cold chillin
Talkin about the Armstrong Pack
Straight got my [bad word] back
To my buddy NOE 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