Lyrics:
know I’ve got a big head innit
You better mind I don’t come to your show
Hot 97 it
Just remember I was a DJ yeah
Skepta I was mixing rudeboy, yeah
And I
wanna play by the book, no rules (no rules)
They say you can't have cake and eat it too
But ain't that what you s'posed to do?
Ain't you s'posed to eat
glock like a mufuckin Patek
Neva been pussy I can't even swim
I make da trap do a olley (flip)
Betta swing like u Ali
No glass in my chin
If it ain't
lovers they are dancing by
And it makes me cry
Oh it’s killing me
DJ save my heart
Don’t you play the song
DJ save my heart
Don’t you play the song
Forreal
You really don't give me no chose
I can tell by the tone in your voice
That pussy already moist
And you want me to come get it of course
She wanna
Yeah, hey DJ Quik beat this shit, back
I got a brand new back flap that'll park her like ah Cadillac
Now be a man nigga check that bitch
And if you
don't know what direction it's gonna go in
Or at what speed it's gonna go in
This project was like, all over the place
If you listen to Cruisin' By
on
Rollin' with rush it don't get no rougher
I stopper, huffer and puffer, a buffer, suffer
I was holdin' back the man superior, right?
You want to take my
smoking Cali nigga this that Dj Quik
That boy a mouse you can tell just double click
I'm in the booth throwing punches tryna drop a hit
I smoke the pain
then go get ya two slugs
I don't have nothin' if I don't have you
Like Whitney even said, I will always love ya to
Bounce for that Outfit the one's who
~Static~ "Quik you're not a gangster we're not" ~Static~
Some believe in love and some believe in friends
But niggaz like me believe in
and look for Kris
Anything by KRS-One
Will lead you to peace, to love, to unity and havin' fun
y'all know but some of y'all don't
And some of y'all
You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be
There might, there might be some cannibalism out this muh-fu-
They might eat the rich, you know what I'm
homies, step to em
Do em
[ VERSE 1: DJ Quik ]
Yo, it won't take long
For us to make a song
That you can sing along to
So bring along a few
Of your
Of my mind at the same time as combating overpopulation
So if you don't think I'm aiming in the right direction
Let me end by making this polite
sit by the radio, hands on the dial tune
As you hear it, pump up the volume
Jump when you hear them speakers let it off (off, woo)
Mr. VA 'bout
and second
Ministers tried to save me
How I'm gon' listen when I
Don't even hear God?
Heaven or hell, base it all on my instincts
My hands dirty
You worried
never ever eat her
But I'll drop her ass 'cause you know I don't need her (shit)
It was fun while it lasted
You know what they say, big things come in
[Intro]
And we go by the runners
(I think it's time for me to go hard as the hood I'm from, ay)
DJ Khaled, we the best
(I think it's time for me
you violate mine I'm getting back at you kid
Don't let it get to the gun clappin and shit
Plastic wrap back smack you in the back of ya wig
I, make it
the spot I need my bottles by the case
Drink my liquor straight but ima bitch you gotta chase
He think it's his bday he just tryna eat the cake
Please don't
We've go the lingo
With so much heat it's hard for us to pick the first single
It don't matter 'cause I'm underground anyway
Rich balling, bitch call
ya boy
It's ya boy
It's ya boy, Random Rapper Name Generator
Eyo, DJ Salad
I pull up to the homeless shelter n eat all the food
He he haw
I love
like you
Certain shit I just gon' do because I'm prideful
Let a nigga get a little close to you then inside you
It's okay bae don't be scared I ain't
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