(feat. AMG & deBarge)(Uhh uhh)[DJ Quik]Aiy, can you say gangsta shit? (Gangsta shit)Say gangsta shit (Gangsta shit)Can you say gangsta shit? (Gangsta shit)Say gangsta shit (I ain't sayin no mo')We bout to step up - and move on, y'knowWe bout to step up - and move on, ha hah!We bout to step up - and move on, y'knowWe bout to step up, hmm.Now I still be knockin bitches like it ain't shit (it ain't shit)Because I'm dynamic, I program it, and make a hitWhether I'm in Dada jeans or crape silk slacksFlyness be the reason that my shit cracks, causewhen I'm on the beats I'm fuckin all y'all up (all y'all up)Then I get up on the mic and scoop up all your mutts (all your mutts)I make you so saditty bitches wanna shake y'all butts(shake y'all butts) And you make you ballin niggaz wanna grab your luxHangin with bangin niggaz that bring the heat for realAnd if you ain't gotta make a chip on my beats no dealCus I negotiate everything with no fuss (fuss!)Spend 20 G's on my record, it's gold - plus (plus!)Fuckin every competitor on the stage - up (up!)Then I come to your city and get laid - up (up!)Give it everything I got to stay paid - up (up!)And if you feelin a nigga then say whaaat? (What!)Hook: [James Debarge]As we mooove toward the lightWith broads on our right (broads on our right)And haters to the left we part the way (we part the way)Put aside our prestige (prestige)We're really M-A-D (lit up)From the cage to the stage we come to play[DJ Quik] AMG let 'em know[AMG]Wit more bounce than a b-ball, me and Q see-sawThick or slim, I clown hoes wit a hee-hawRelax, the Roley's realCartier tank, platinum and steelI'll buzz up in the club, now I'm up in the hillHeadquarters, look at how we footin the billCrem de la crem, who you with? Baby girl him?!Hop yo' ass in the rag Jag, come to the gymI ain't wit you fo' love, uh uhCause if I wasn't me, you'd probably be callin me a scrubBut you love the marble tubs, and the marble flo'sYou'se a copper bitch, tryin to be a platnum hoeHead to toes, and dont nobody wear no Girbauds no mo'Take that shit back; baby have a six packI cant even say no more, where my dick at?Hook: [James Debarge]As we mooove toward the lightWith broads on our right (broads on our right)And haters to the left we part the way (we part the way)Put aside our prestige (prestige)We're really M-A-D (we lit up!)From the cage to the stage we come to play (we come to play)[DJ Quik]Ay. we been doin this shit since we was little boysSo don't even trip us nigga, do your own shitGettin down for the crown ain't a puzzle for meAnd you bitch niggaz can't put a muzzle on meCus when I'm gone on the vodka and the grape juiceI make the world rock when I let a tape looseThey say ghetto niggaz is desperate and we shiestyBut I turn down every celebrity bitch I seeChoppin game with my nigga Mr. AMGAnd poppin dames in the coochie if it's F-A-T, fo' sho'[AMG]Tres-zero-cuatro, I got cho'lady friends with new Mercedes mint (What?)All five-double-oh's, watch these pretty toesHoes getint liquified (nut up) mystified (shut up)Stick and slide, if I mince my ride (hey)I'ma play you forever, wood and the leatherMe and DJ Q, and the rest of the crew* (Quik and AMG, yeah it's plain to see)We make G's like Donald T, bitch!* (We make G's like Donald T, bitch!)Hook: [James Debarge]As we mooove toward the light(Oww!)With broads on our right (with broads on our right)And haters to the left we part the way (we part the way)Put aside our prestige (oh yeah)We're really M-A-D (we lit up)From the cage to the stage (Quik and AMG)we come to play (we come to play)[DJ Quik] And play well[AMG]We come to playHow you gon' play without us baby?We do our thing10 years in the gameAnd ain't nuttin changedQ, tell them how we feel, nigga