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Albums:

Louis & Luis: Louis Armstrong and Luis Russell 1929-1941 (Louis Armstrong) · Spit Your Game/Hold Ya Head, Pt. 1 [Maxi Single] (Bone Thugs-N-Harmony) · Spit Your Game/Hold Ya Head, Pt. 1 [Maxi Single] (The Notorious B.I.G.) · Hold Your Head Up [1978] (Rod Argent) · Hold Your Head Up [2000] (Rod Argent) · Hold Your Head Up [2000] (Rod Argent) · Hold Your Head Up High (Aquannette Chinnery) · This Head I Hold (Electric Guest) · This Head I Hold (Off the Record) · This Head I Hold (Electric Guest) – and 90 other albums »


come from under the tummy, busting a Tommy
Or come from under your garments, yo chest and your arm hit
Pow, one to the head now you know he dead
Now
the fucking DJ
Hold him underwater
'Till the motherfucker drowns

We are the vultures
The dirtiest kind
We'll cut you once
In your heart and your mind
Someone's
garments, yo chest and your arm hit
Pow, one to the head now you know he dead
Now you know I play it, like a pro in the game
Naw better yet a veteran a hall
n**** under the sun
I come from under the tummy, busting a Tommy
Or come from under your garments, yo chest and your arm hit
Pow, one to the head now
come from under the tummy, busting a Tommy
Or come from under your garments, yo chest and your arm hit
Pow, one to the head now you know he dead
Now
come from under the tummy, busting a Tommy
Or come from under your garments, yo chest and your arm hit
Pow, one to the head now you know he dead
Now
and you know it and you really wanna show it
If you're sexy and you know it clap your hands

Go DJ
Cut the scratch
Go DJ
Don't stop
Go DJ
Cut
come from under the tummy, busting a Tommy
Or come from under your garments, yo chest and your arm hit
Pow, one to the head now you know he dead
Now
come from under the tummy, busting a Tommy
Or come from under your garments, yo chest and your arm hit
Pow, one to the head now you know he dead
Now
just hold me tight
Close your eyes to the DJ
Close your eyes and fade away
Making out to the DJ
Making out to the DJ

She wakes up in the morning
Got the wind in my face and I'm ready to take on the night
Not a worry in sight the DJ is rockin' me wild
Things are startin' to shake so hold
with platinum hits
And this is dedicated to the ladies who love giving that sloppy toppy
Go 'head and pull that foreskin back, hold on tight
It's
me lalalala
He knows me he holds me
From intro to fade

'Cause the DJ is mine
And girl you're wasting your time
He only rocks to my music
He
the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush on
Lay down the competition, take
benvenidos, by popular demand
It's the most requested DJ from the east coast
Io canto, en el nombre del padre, hijio, e del el spirito santo
I'm half Indian,
Bad bitches never hold back
Send me a picture with your phone

I only came here for two reasons
I came by
I only came for the bitches and the drinks
Standin' on the ground, 3 stories high
The deepest bass and the real fresh high
So step off your throne; they're on the loose
The DJ's from Miami with all
stronger every time I hold a
Microphone, check the tone to get started
The line for the microphone is departed
So leave it up to me, my DJ is mixing
Cut-Creator

He circumcises DJ's while he's on the airwaves
Till the missions' complete, you're a musical slave
English revision he endure any collision
Like
to fight
Just hold on to my hand instead
Another day goes by tonight

What happened to your mother's love
What happened to your daddy's pride
Way down
Ooh...hey...ooh...aha, oh...

Ooh...hey...oh...
Hold your head up, keep your head up, movin' on
Hold your head up, movin' on
Keep your head up, movin' on
Hold your
Word spread I inherited, many ways to say the unsaid
Born with three 7's in my head
In time no one can seem to blow your mind as far as this
To find
So sad when you sat at the corner
She couldn't dance
Caught her a while forward
She didn't know about it
The beat grabs a hold of your soul

So
or weak, or is it live or dead?
Yo, it's got ta be somethin' if you're boppin' your head
To the beat, can I get an amen brother?
Liked that rhyme? Well
and don't know there's no chance
She put them hooves on your head like a Colts fan
Now they comment on your life like a sportsman
I need a mediator, you