Lyrics:
Leave like this
Leave like this
I can't believe that your gunna leave like this
Leave like this
Leave like this
Cuz I just want to hold you now
Hold you
always make it look like Slight work
Also, shout out some of the rawest DJs In the motherfucking game
And if I don't say your motherfucking Name
Please
up
Better luck, we takin' off with jet thrust
Under pressure, they can't take the head rush
Talk to me, go and take the walk through me
Or yours
To turn one another, to the sign at the time float your climb.
Watching the world, watching all of the world,
Watching us go by.
And you and I climb over
[Hi-Tek cuts it up]
"It's like the A to be to the see, it's easy as.."
"1-2-3"
"DJ"
"Hi-Tek why'all" -> Inspectah Deck
"Collaborate, break
It's not a day that goes by
That I don't think 'bout you
(Dear Dilla) I keep my head to the sky
'Cause I know Phife's there too
(Dear Dilla) And when
Harley
Shawty playing nice till she act naughty
Bring it back, spin around on the table now
Mix things up like a DJ when i come around
Right by my side,
Boi I got so many
Boi I got so many
Hey DJ play that girls song
Put that song on
If your money ain't long
Boi you better go on
Boy
Boi I got
will tell you the deal
You gotta go by what your heart feel
'Cause if you don't you'll be misled
By stupid little things put inside your head
Let's dance the night away and just sway
We don't need a DJ or a dance floor
So leave your high heels there by the back door
Between you and me we
the wall you better stand tight
Full of X, AK's, whilin' in lobbys, bulletproof PJ's
Fuck around and get spunned like the DJ
Csi traumatized by viewing
did he say that?
Yo, did he say that?
Raindrops keep falling on your head
So heavy that it's tearing what you're wearing
Ain't caring, so you're
spark, on the streets of New York
I Shaolin strut through the city asphalt, fed up
Hold ya head up, I'm circlin the block, keep ya eyes up
Wise up
Wicked man flows, think I'm a witchcrafter?
I might spit
But I'll get you licked down for a halfer
What you gonna do when shots at your head?
I said
What
the wind in my face and I'm ready to take on the night
Not a worry in sight the DJ is rockin' me wild
Things are startin' to shake so hold on 'cause I ain't
touched wit it
[2x']s[Serv-on]
Act like you know me when I say Im head thug on your block
Hold ya breath when I spray paint my name on yo spot
Tell your
will tell you the deal
You gotta go by what your heart feel
'Cause if you don't you'll be misled
By stupid little things put inside your head
this.
{DJ Paul}
y'all Know the motherfuckin score bitch.
y'all boys y'all boys ain't ready for this
Hot Boys Hot Boys gunnin with
The literary genius rhyme ruler of the future
I'm the fresh prince slaying all emcee
So hold the red cup when we take to your knees
Pay home submit you can't
to let y'all know this is my DJ
That's going by the code of Jazzy Jeff
In a little while, y'all gonna check out the human lyndrum
Ready Rock see, but
Can You Hear that Playin (Dj Play that song for me)
Dancefloor crowded jumpin' yes it's on Time for me to get it in show 'em how to do it right
Turn
like, "Oh my God, not you"
Yes, I'm in the flesh like hollow heads through your vest
No contest, M-E-eth Man's obsessed
With sex, drugs and rock
For that white powder
A deuce deuce will leave little holes
In your top like salt shaker
Then I'll finish it off with a big cap
On your head like a park
rhyme the super computer
The literary genius rhyme ruler of the future
I'm the fresh prince slaying all emcee
So hold the red cup when we take to your
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