Quarter Pounder love

Intro: Roger Troutman style

Quarter Pounder love, we-ooh

[[Chorus] Roger Troutman]

Quarter Pounders know they're tasty

Quarter Pounders know they're tasty

In the city of Mickey D's

In the city of good ol' drive-thru

In the city, the city of Big Macs

We keep it flippin', we keep it flippin'

Verse 1: Dr. Dre style

Now let me welcome everybody to the Wild Wild Grill

A state that's untouchable like extra cheese thrill

The beat hits your stomach like a patty to the chest

Pack some napkins for your fingers in the city of excess

We in that sesame state where the bomb-ass fries be

The spot where you never find a milkshake empty

And fiends be on a mission for them secret sauces

Lean mean dollar-makin' machines servin' losses

I've been in the game for ten years makin' burger tunes

Ever since honeys was wearin' them paper hats too soon

Now it's '95 and they clock me at the window

Diamonds on the ring lookin' like I robbed the combo

It's all good, from the nuggets to the Filet-O

Your order's super-sized if your wallet makin' dough

Throw up a finger if you feel the flame way

Dre puttin' it down for Quarter Pounder Bay

Chorus

Quarter Pounders know they're tasty

Quarter Pounders know they're tasty

In the city of Mickey D's (City of Mickey D's)

In the city of good ol' drive-thru

In the city, city of Big Macs

We keep it flippin', we keep it flippin'

Post-Chorus

Shake it, shake it, baby (Come on, come on)

Shake the fries, shake it (Shake it, baby)

Shake it, shake it, mama

Shake it, Quarter (Come on, shake it, Quarter)

Shake it, shake it, baby

Shake the burger, shake it

Verse 2: 2Pac style

Out on bail, fresh out the line, Quarter Pounder dreamin'

Soon as I step on the scene, I'm hearin' cashiers screamin'

Fiendin' for pickles and special sauce, the life of a late-night player

Where cowards diet and the strong order

Only at Mickey D's, where we supersize, not rally, to live and die

In the lot, we wearin' stains, not Ballys

Dressed in sauce stains and paper bags, and ride is what we do

Flossin' but have caution, we collide with other crews

Famous 'cause we throw down grams — of beef

Worldwide, let 'em recognize from the arches to the grease

Bumpin' and grindin' like a slow jam

It's drive-thru side, so you know the crew won't bow down to no man

Say what you say but give me that bomb beat from Dre

Let me serenade the streets with extra cheese

From the breakfast menu to the late-night run

Quarter Pounder is where they put they mack down, give me love

Chorus

Quarter Pounders know they're tasty

In the city of Mickey D's...

Outro

Yeah, uh... Long Burger in the house

Oak Fries... Frisco, Frisco

Hey, you know the arches up in this

Even the PlayPlace tryna get a piece, baby

Throw it up, y'all, throw it up

Quarter Pounder Love

Let's show these fools how we do it on this Grill Side

'Cause you and I know it's the best side