Lyrics:
Storms' alright but when the rap attacks
All those half steppers that I crossed that day
I give props to mystic subway DJs
Who dwell in the under
or suck up to anyone
I wake up when I want, make our props, get paid out my asshole
My DJ's the mothafuckin' business
Every time he hits me with a beat I'm
on my grill
I figured since this is a dream, I might as well get ill
I walked in the house, the big, bad, Fresh Prince
But Freddy killed all that noise
we got your attention by now, right?
(Holiday Season)
Nicki Minaj, DJ Holiday (Holiday Season, nigga)
Mister Entertainment
Shouts out Trapaholics
we got your attention by now, right?
(Holiday Season)
Nicki Minaj, DJ Holiday (Holiday Season, nigga)
Mister Entertainment
Shouts out Trapaholics
DJ Big N
Reekado
Wo wo yeah
Baby fresh on the beat and his killing them all
Wou u wou o wuo wuo oo where my ladies at
Girl I’m in Love uh uh uh uh
DJ Big N
Reekado
Wo wo yeah
Baby fresh on the beat and his killing them all
Wou u wou o wuo wuo oo where my ladies at
Girl I’m in Love uh uh uh uh
of times
In K.R West
Can't forget slept with a W fresh
A Big shot upon freestyle from the shit thirty pieces
Let's do this for the people
Let's make
You know sex 'em up a little bit
You know what I mean?
You're the honey that I see when I'm riding by
The one giving me a feeling that I can't deny
I just wanna dance (Dance)
I just wanna move (Move)
I just wanna grove the night away
So step back, cause I came to slay
Fresh fits with my fresh
Destructive ass niggas
Uhn!
They call me Dj Cvrlos
Hahn!
Hahn!
Hahn!
Uhn!
You rappers better run for cover, 'cause the man is here
And standing, next
dick
All on my dick
I DJ at a waterpark
Always looking fresh straight from the barbershop
My fans keep on telling me what I got
But tryna keep them is
fresh out the pack
Step on that work, do that shit like a mat
I turn that boy to tee and a tat, damn
Had to do him like that
I swear my DJ be screwing
procent prawdziwy hip-hop - Das EFX
Na gramofonach płyty dj robi skrecz
Puszki Beltona graffiti zapach farb gdzieś
Mata rozłożona move'sy biboya breakdance
clip
Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with
test
Got DJ Scott LaRock by my side, not in back of me
'Cause we make up the Boogie Down Productions crew faculty
Get it right, or train yourself not
the name don't change
(Sabre)
We rock it funky fresh y'all
Tokyo to these bless shores
Holla @ your Nesian cause the flavour's most def y'all
From the flee
to fulfill
For those who appreciate those with skills
And fresh windmills, and graph that kills
What is a DJ without the scratch to build?
Without
pond
Fresh new footprints
Shifting sands
Just a stone's throw
From that shade
Beneath the trees
By shallow waters
Where still them snapping
Turtles
DEF rhymes by the ounce
And if you ain't with it it's the thought that counts
Cause they call me Doug E. Fresh
Cause known I'm DEF
DEF rhymes by the ounce
And if you ain't with it it's the thought that counts
Cause they call me Doug E. Fresh
Cause known I'm DEF
Feet they walk way and just that sheik posture
Ooooh! Can't be a next one like you
Famous like tapes made by DJ Clue
I tighten up my game as I approach
with a grin on my grill
I'm thinkin' since this is a dream, I might as well get ill
I walked in the house, the big, bad, Fresh Prince
But Freddy
like a topnotch ho
Get down on ya knees like a topnotch ho
[DJ Paul]
Now all these chicken head hoes tryna smoke for free
See now hoe round these parts
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