Lyrics:
We the Best Music (yeah)
Another one (see what can happen when we all get together?)
DJ Khaled (yeah)
I swear this is my year (yeah)
I like
a razor blade so fast
Other DJ's say, "Damn"
If my rhyme was a drug
I'd sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it's time to get loose
Magnetized by
the head of my army got my troops in order (hoo)
Got a million put up if I need a lawyer (mil')
Louis man-bag and it hold a quarter (quarter)
Nigga get
hold back
Sneaks out to the mall, never crawls back
Is you wan' be impress
Quality time you need to invest
Got nuff money your arm she na interest
why
That ideas in your head
The is a reason why
That pictures in your head
Always believe in yourself
Use what you have
Don't look far use
Things that
your fingers and clap your hands
Our DJ's better than all these bands
Huh
We got all the lines and all the rhymes
We don't drop dimes and we don't
your fingers and clap your hands
Our DJ's better than all these bands
Huh
We got all the lines and all the rhymes
We don't drop dimes and we don't
the pace
Here's the step, go find some space
And what we gonna do is in unison, kick!
Shake your head, you're influenced with music
By now you're
wanna hear you talk about it
My sheep they know my voice
That truly what He said
Your kids are not alone
It's them and I
Don't let it get to your head
crazy
Bitch they hit my phone, they fucked out my situation.
DJ drop they got it, don't [?]
[?] you're gambling with your savings.
[?] doing numbers,
The air we on is type loose
All of a Sutton you get Nathan
Shout out triz Nathanial
Trenta Ochoa that's Daniel chillin
With my cocker spaniels my DJ is
it out
I'm sumpin' y'all dread like locks
Get bread by the flocks
Bitches love me and I'm duggy from
The head to the socks
Too much to handle, here
To all my DJ's, with skills you got a lotta
This ain't on your mixtape, yo it coulda been hotta
The method in this game they'll have you drained
be left alone
To enjoy the silence of our tombs
And the dark matter that hangs above
Will leave memories of what it had done
So hold your head up high
Pick door number three if your price is right
I'll pull a DJ Quik "tonite is the night"
(Murphy Lee)
Hold on, so I can tell 'em who I is, a young
I just want your facial
I don't want no relations, I just want your facial
Pour some alcohol and drank it baby, go on and taste it
Pour some
your so damn fine
Really blows my mind
Girl it's all about you
So what we gonna do
Let's Dance
Get on the floor
No need to hold back
Sexy thong,
Ah
Eh eh eh eh
Dc
It's Dc
No be childs
Life na turn by turn
E no god make you Dey rush
Life na turn by turn
You just need carry your cross
Life na
like it got bit by a grizzly
And these drugs got me spinning like some capoeira
Still rock the slow beats with gold teeth
Ain't afraid to hold heat
ass across the cross fade
So watch your back when he takes the stage
Or he'll send you off on a naked rampage
Three MCs and one DJ
We be getting
the Interstate
Bumping to a Dj Screw mixtape
Smoking Cali kush kush all day
About my chips n**** fuck the fame
I hold it down, for the Texans
I hold it down, for
master, rollie iced like a hockey player
Kick it like a soccer player, nigga hating like a goalie
Long neck, grew ?, what your bitch got for me
We been
that head
Then leave, where my keys?
What's up, Bri? (Hold up, bitch)
What's up, Ki? (Club God)
What's up, Lisa?
Damn, I want all three (come
in here, your hoe in here, hoe in here
Bow your head, bow your head, the pope in here, fuck nigga
Where we at? Where we at? Where we is? Where we is?
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