Lyrics:
celebrate life and you can play 'em for your momma
But don't make the mistake of tryin' to play me
Unless you a DJ, don't get it twisted I'm still from B.K.
don't like it eat a D
I'm here at ring tone misc. and ring tone net
Tryin' to label southern dance music, ring tone rap
They cappin' on the coop, but
to hear.
See, before my reign, it was the same old same,
"To the ba with the ba", that street-talk game,
So if you ever, let me make this clear,
If you
know what's up right now
And DJ turn this s**t the f**k up right now it's amazing
They'll f**king eat you alive if you let 'em
Don't you give in let
then you know now
All I do is stunt, bitch, you know I'm a boss
I'm popping off tags
I don't care what it cost
I'm riding with my seat back, shines on
I
to go home
Because I got accessed to DJ Quik, and ???
Pomona, town where the sea bird lake, come from and that's fo' sho'
Let me tell you this rap
it again
Lately, things don't feel the same
You know I'd never be replaced by a DJ
It's a slow newspaper day, the TVs more the same
But in your life
pain
And pleasure, in every single measure
You miss being kissed by this lyrical treasure
Enjoy it at your leisure, cause it's gonna please ya
Master
fucked by a stick of dynamite
You're weak nigga, you bout to die up in your sleep
The overlord of rap will never meet defeat
Pain and agony, I don't touch
Ok, let me clear a couple things up for you
And it might get weird
I know how this sounds
But we are not gospel rappers
We don't do Christian hip-hop
shorty took them heels off quik and she threw on the flops last time I check on the watch it's 1 on the clock you reaching just a bit matter fact you doing
tracks you lovin all night
DJ Stratch the beat back
Bring the seat back
Put the heat back
Track repeat that, eat the meat rat
Baby, dawg, work it
Let's keep it old school niggas like We playing Dj Quik
This that throwback pic like it's back In 96 Jordan against Bird nigga bet I Sale Ticks
Rose out
work
You don't eat
Don't be idle
Put in some work
If you don't work
You don't eat
Jesus really lost his life so our sins could be cleaned
Now it's up
is what you make of it
And I'm makin' a lot of it
See that's a quadruple entendre
Jay Z eat your heart out
Joell Ortiz, Brooklyn, New York
But
act like you don't like it but you do
You do, you do, do, do, do, do (Holiday Season, nigga)
I think I'm gonna kill the motherfuckin' DJ
If he don't
act like you don't like it but you do
You do, you do, do, do, do, do (Holiday Season, nigga)
I think I'm gonna kill the motherfuckin' DJ
If he don't
that's what you lookin fo'
We could do it anywhere, even on the kitchen flo'
I don't care I don't care you could even at your home
I say - you want it
flossing get your shit snatched quick
All my possessions safe and sound like I'm DJ Quik
I keep my foot up on they neck I make them boys wan quit
Getting
the halls
This one the DJ calls
Lick the balls
Now every time I write dope raps they come vickin' it
Now you know the title of this, so start lickin' it
you're sellin' out to white
As your faggot DJ would say, "Well alright"
I am your mentor
Victory is mine, it's time you surrender
Sucker! And just
they don't hear, how they know?
(It's the DJ Clue)
N**** we don't play that s***, and spray that clip
You frontin a** n****, we slay that kid
We
kitty hot, kitty hot, whatchu got?
Ain't nothin' but wet pussy on my dick
Head in the whip bumpin' DJ Quik
And I bust, lust never trust these hoes
don't take check
Who got curse, no one bless, yes
It's good to have the feeling you're the best, yes
It's good to have the feeling you're the best,
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