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Well

Artist:	DJ Quik
Album:	Balance & Options
Title:	Well

[DJ Quik]

Now if I broke my leg, tell me, would I be carried?

And would you still love, baby, if I was married?

Or will I make the shot even if I was hurried?

And will I still be remembered even after I'm buried?

They got me waking up in the morning getting loaded

Got me worrying so hard sometimes I'm feeling like my brain exploded

But I'm a break it down, fix it and re-roll it

And show you haters out here that I control it

I'm in this for something so different that you couldn't imagine

The style, the flyness, the beautiful hoes

The pile, the higness, the pitiful lows

That keeps a major player like me up on his toes

No, not quite, I want my props on the merit of the hands

That I use to mould myself to the spirit of a man

I'm just a tiny grain of sand under my God

The one who keeps me humble, keeps me up and working hard

It's alright to be in love with yourself

But when your sex life gets bad you ain't on the shelf

Lose your addictions, clean spirit's a must

Shed your inhibitions and come bounce with us

We trying to have fun from Japan to Compton

With no more evil cause it salts the program

See I never went back to something that burned out

And I ain't never did a party I ain't turn out

[Chorus: Raphael Saadiq]

Things I used to do, I don't do no more

Places I used to go, don't move me like before

Ahh, but it's gonna be rough

[Mausberg]

>From the bottom to the top, top to the bottom

Real homeys don't forget about the ones who thought about em

Rags to riches, riches to rags

I apologize for hurting your feelings, little fag

Back in the day we was young thinking everything was cool

Ditching school, puffing beadies and drinking brew

Afraid of the bomb izm but we tried it

Ain't no sense in denying it, I loved that environment

Take a look back and damn near shed a tear

Reminiscing on the past time, year after year

When we grew up, things have changed

You in the penitentiary, I be dwelling in the rap game

Started at the same path but I chose to go right

Looking for money and fame cause I'm a rider for life

And all the slanging and banging and fucking rats in the past

I shook it to the left and I ain't looking for a pass

[Chorus]

[DJ Quik]

Now I just want to do my best whether it's work, play or either

And I ain't trying to be no preacher cause they ain't perfect neither

One of the coldest entertainers that I done seen yet

With the skill to rock the fellas and make the ladies sweat

But there's a method to the madness that I suffer from

Making the hardest dudes tremble and even tougher run

It's called the spirit and it's fly, and it's making me bigger

Keeping me from stressing out and throwing nuttys on niggas

Ain't religion for me unless it's all to the good

Cause I'm an open-minded ex-G with my sights on the hood

Trying to keep the little YGs out of the line of the fire

Even if it means I'm gonna take the hit, leak and expire

Now I see what Top was saying before he left his hole

That we'll shine like glitter, my nigga, but keep your soul

Don't give another nigga control of your gold

Share your parties with the world and watch you get swirled

[Chorus]