Lyrics:
feed you right
I'm just playing you, least I made smile
Gotta test the sense of humor that's just me being me
This Bronx boy a make you boogie make
was happy to say
Ladies and gentlemen, here's your D.J.
[Jeff] Let's Go
Announcer] Calling all cars, calling all cars Be on the lookout, (let, lets
most likely to succeed
Where that nigga J-Ro? Most likely smokin' weed
It's the middle of the night, night
All the ladies looking right, right
My Likwit
right away what happened
Somebody stole the D.J.
Who or why I had no clue
But I knew what I had to do
No eat no sleep, just work
Then walked past
a finger rolling, sinner blowing, smoke signal never snoring ‘less I’m pourin’ up
She came to fuck yo girl out here hoeing
What you holding on? It’s by
We came to do it different
And boogie (Through the night)
Let's get a little funky
Now move (Show ya right)
Calling people all around the world
It's
the motherfuckin' house!
Home Team in the mother motherfuckin' house!
J T a Money money Poi son Clan in the motherfuckin' house!
Aak! Fresh Kid Ice in
Hust-a la baby hust-a la baby
Ah ha uh ha ah ha uh ha
Yo, listen
Zoot in my right hand, dotty in my left one
Lock off the scene if my crep get
and I work for the poor
Now tomorrow you can say you saw
KRS-One stompin' once more
I play by ear, I love to steer
The Alfa Romeo from here to there
Party people, party people, do you wanna get funky?
Get down, get down, you know
Up jump the boogie, so I've jumped up with it
We smoke weed by
Here's another day at the stoplight
I'm looking in my mirror so I can see who can see me
South Central is putting Ice Cube to the test
With four
Good morning
(Good morning, sir can I help you?)
Uh, yes do you have a copy
Of 30 Days In The Samarkand
Desert With The Duchess of Kent
By A e j
Here we go...
UFOs and oogie-woogie Boogie Man
Sasquatch is actually a Wookie man
He came from outer space long ago and so far away
Liked the woods
We don't care bout the money, don't care bout the fame
We only wanna do this here for you
And as long as you're happy, we smile on the one
Nothin' but
winning poppin' P&J until we swimming
Be poppin' bands money to the ceiling
Evil grinnin' destiny is fulfilled
This here dynasty I build off of skill
(You goddamn right)
You were put here to protect us
But who protects us from you?
Or should I say, who are you protecting?
The rich? the poor?
She wanna fuck with me
Cause niggas over here can’t fuck with me
And I am not rich I can have about a buck 50
Still I take a nigga bitch let her suck
you cross your enemies out with a "k"
Then you gang related to muthafucka like Violent J
I'm always asked if I'm gang related
By police
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
Pow Wow, and M.C. Globe
We emphasize the show, we got ego
Make this your night, just slip it right, and by day
As the people say, live it up, shucks
Fuck la ville chui dans le country side bitch
Stack les ressources dans le stud' 1.4 bis now
J'ai les DD qui sont stuck et ça fait right-click
La
It’s too hot so meet me right by the food spot
My circle’s getting small and I’m thinking bout it like who left
I lost my breathe telling her listen it’s
the woods wede figure out the rhythm then scribble in our books,
way before good friends turned crooks, still here for a boogie, not a jook
turn a cheek they
In the dark
Where all the fevers grow
Under the water
Where the shark bubbles blow
In the morning
By your radio
Do the walls close in
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