I figured, hell, I wasn’t the only one who grew up in a neighborhood where that shit was prominent. “As a matter of fact, I saw so much death I ended up drinking to suppress that shit. I FIGURED, HELL, I WASN’T THE ONLY ONE WHO GREW UP IN A NEIGHBORHOOD WHERE THAT SH*T WAS PROMINENT I SAW SO MUCH DEATH I ENDED UP DRINKING TO SUPPRESS THAT SHIT. If you notice, all my records-even from the beginning-are tinged with death. But I prefer the original with the Jermaine Jackson drums and my boy Robert Bacon on the guitar. “That was back when Profile Records gave me a lot of leeway to experiment. Because before that, the only other thing that got sampled by Teddy was ‘Love TKO’ with Ahmad, ‘Back in the Day,’ released on Jive Records. “I figured, if we can get away with the sample-if we can clear it or whatever-let’s sample it, freak it, give it that thing. One of my boys had this guy who sang like Teddy a little bit-not really, nobody could sing like Teddy-but one of them churchy voices. Summer breeze, flowing like the wind Boy you need to know that you got a friend And I'll always be here (I'll always be here) Now I'm growing some fuzz, getting older like 17 or 18 And the only thing I know is to stay clean T-shirt, short pants, Nikes on spotless I was even old enough to buy me a Cutlass Or a vehicle to ride around town, flirt with the hoes and Roll down the window and mack to the one who's chosen Yo, them biker pants look kinda right on you My name is DJ Quik and my homies is having a barbeque Before I finish my whole sentence complete Yo she was off the bus stop and in my passenger seat And we was sliding to the Westside, stopped at the store To get some Boones Farm because that make 'em kick it a little more And at the spot, you know that chicken was kicking The pig on the grill, and so the day was chill But that night, my girl was tipsy and was ready to skeeze But I didn't even trip, too busy jocking the summer breeze Now I'm 23 and I remember the times when We was chillin' like villians and didn't have no nines Like when we used to mob to beaches to kick it and swim Now I hang around and watch the tides come in And I'm thinking how many funerals I've been to Watching all my homies get buried in them boxes they put 'em into And then I read a letter from upstate From my homie G-Wayne, who's been locked up since '87, '88 And it really ain't nothing fly about it So either I'mma stay strong or break down and simply cry about it And when it seem like things just ain't gon be right I gotta thank my creator for letting me sleep last night And waking me up in the morning because I shudder to think That that could be me dead or locked away in the clink So I'm lifting my homie's spirits as tall as the trees And I can even hear him calling me, in the summer breezeĭJ Quik: “I was a big fan of Philadelphia International.
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