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Louis & Luis: Louis Armstrong and Luis Russell 1929-1941 (Louis Armstrong) · Latin Stars Karaoke: Luis Miguel, Vol. 1 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Luis Miguel (Luis Miguel) · Lo Mejor De Luis Fonsi (Luis Fonsi) · Latin Stars Karaoke: Luis Fonsi (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Luis Miguel (Luis Miguel) · Shapes: Circles Complied By Robert Luis (Alice Russell) · Lo Mejor de José Luis Perales (José Luis Perales) · Los Romances De Luis Miguel (Luis Miguel) · Canta Como: Luis Miguel [Discos Fuentes] (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


ya love bein' at your favorite spot
Where the feeling is good and the music is hot
Don't ya love bein' at your favorite place
Where the DJ's got you
Yo watchu get when you put Johnta Austin, 
D-J U-N-K and me in the same room (girl yeah) 
To the left to the left (hey) 
To the right to the right
Fun Fun Fun in the fluffy chair
Flame up the herb
Woof down the beer

Hi
I'm your video DJ
I always talk like I'm wigged out on quaaludes
I
I remember as a child I used to hear
Music that they played Lord with a feel'
Some call it folk, some call it soul
People let me tell you it was
favorite DJ 
He's playing our favorite songs
Summer nights
This is the rhythm of my life
You feel the music 
The magic of the night
Two bodies dancing
the book but

Another night Saturday night and I'm losing
Another night Saturday night and I'm losing

The DJ plays a song from the past I remember
I
on a video replay?
Who was the first to lose a DJ?
Who was the first to teach at Yale?
Who was the first to hit that hip-hop reggae, on the nail?
Who was
I remember as a child I used to hear
Music that they played Lord with a feel'
Some call it folk, some call it soul
People let me tell you it was
I remember as a child I used to hear
Music that they played with a feel
Some call it folk, some call it soul
People, let me tell you it was rock
One, two, one, two '94
I'm on the set, freaks on the floor
Don't worry about my name, it's to long to remember
I could tell you now but we'd be here
I remember as a child I used to hear
Music that they played with a feel
Some call it folk, some call it soul
People, let me tell you it was rock
the Okay-players and the Spitkickers
Rawkus got a deal with MCA, thats the grey area
But let us come from music cemetery of America
They try to fool you by
rap and put on a good show
It's funny how his music get fuck be down to the flo
I gots to give it raw, I gots to give it dirty
Whatever city you
all a distant second to the offers you can't refuse. Anyone remember when we used to believe that music was a sacred place and not some fucking bank
you'd swear the mixer had fleas 
She's the mutilator, music carnivore 
Spinderella rocks the records with a chainsaw 
You're still amazed by the way
from off tour and they wanna tell you a little story

about where they come from



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I don't care what gun you bang
I don't care what drug you sell
Fuck you man
Because I got a manager, a DJ
7 MC's and five producers on my label
So
Fridays
To Flashback Ruby Tuesdays
Glossing over where you placed the blame
(I hear) remember my name
You'll be screaming it later
Scream my name
You
the "Vapors" "Make the Music" you see
But now I'm bringin' to you for your enjoyment
It's an animated dance for my employment
You might remember him from
feelin')
We rock from the floor up the ceilin'
We groove it (you move it) it has been proven
We calmed the seven seas because our music is soothin'
We create
[ VERSE 1: El Da Sensei (& DJ Kaos) ]
Aight little man, let me tell you 'bout the days
When your favorite MC's had no major airplay (What?)
No video
(I charge a dollar)
You wanted to be like Ice Cube
I wanted to be like Iceberg Slim
Remember how we made them holler
Being a rap singer is all you
bring to it
If revolution had a movie I'd be theme music
My music, you either fight, fuck, or dream to it
My life is one big rhyme, I try to scheme
heard some of yo' songs and peeped you from the side
And watched yo videos and seen the car you drive
Chill and we know what to expect, my nigga
Done seen
left home
On the streets of New York, now I'm free
But with freedom comes big responsibility
I used to walk around driven by the force
I remember how