Lyrics:
yeah, yeah, YEAH!
Get off meh! (get off meh)
Back up bitch nigga! (fo' you catch a slug)
Y'all pussy ass niggas get
Scruubed in the cluub!
Eastside
knows
No limit and dogghouse keep it crack-a-lackin
Mackin actin, rip-rackin, gun clappin and chip stackin
Back up off me!
Bitch, get off me
make me put my foot in yo' ass
Yo DJ ain't no DJ, he just make them fucking mixtapes
Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?
Yo
, turn it up)
She give me that mouth on the stage
She ain't even use no tooth, yeah, yeah (oh my god)
She give me that box on the stage
I had to get no
Don't get me wrong,
It's no secret,
Everybody knows,
Yeah we fuck?
Bitch so what?
That's about as far as your body goes,
We'll be friends,
I'll call you
motherfucker..
{*barking*} Turn me up some
{*more barking} Yo
{*barking*}
[Red imitates an old woman]
Ohh shit! Who those motherfuckers comin in here?
Everybody in the club right now (hey)
Tell the DJ's to turn it loud (hey)
Dedicated man your favorite song
If you came here by yourself tonight
'Cause
If you ain't a real nigga, get the fuck away from me
In other words, go long (bitch nigga, go long)
If you ain't a real nigga, get the fuck away
the DJ to, let your body rock
So I can show you just what I got
Music is the air I breathe
The prayer I leave
Rippin' in the atmosphere
Up there in
the place to be and about this time
DJ Jazzy Jeff and yours truly the Fresh Prince in the house
We about to get busy old school style
Yo Jazzy
kinda hot
Gonna end up in a burial plot
Make me pull out the glock
And pop pop nigga get pop
Chorus: x2
(DJ Paul)
Another nigga car,Another nigga
the place to be and about this time
DJ Jazzy Jeff and yours truly the Fresh Prince in the house
We about to get busy old school style
Yo Jazzy
down for what?
Turn down for what?
Just let me know give me the word I get it cracking in this ho
And I'm about to show out, you know it's packed up in
the fences
Then tracking on the scent i bet i get and leave em senseless
Raising up a ruckus who is this who is this
I'm DJ Phish they call me DJ Phish
It's
Everybody in the club right now (hey)
Tell the DJ's to turn it loud (hey)
Dedicated man your favorite song
If you came here by yourself tonight
'Cause
Hurricane Katrina
I get Superdome defenses tryna find
A way to stop me
I'm offensive with the wordplay
I minored misdemeanors
Bitch, you might need a subpoena
them cups raising up
Snizzow flizzake is off in my dollar
Gotta nose it up
I dial drink by the liters, I'm a drinker ho
Ya swore you doin' it like
Me
At first they forgot about me like I aint 100 had you niggas runnin round the lobby
I heard they being lying about it know a nigga comin up
up, smokin' up)
But bitch please get yo' hand off my grip (I got a nigga)
Haha, now that's right
And it don't stop right here on W Balls
Nothin' but
Everybody in the club right now (hey)
Tell the DJ's to turn it loud (hey)
Dedicated man your favorite song
If you came here by yourself tonight
'Cause
I got dumped by my DJ
He said he didn't wanna work with me no more
I got dumped by my DJ
Cos I worked with someone else on a tiny tour
I got dumped
that beat back)
Like having super pnumonia with out taking my z-pack
like me off in a seat function flamed up witha a B hat
And im patten my pockets
vámonos, applaud me in this bitch
C-notes, B-notes, P-notes all up in this bitch
Man, y'all not in this bitch, y'all are not familiar
Y'all are
bitches over here, and niggas over there
the atmosphere so square, people so scared
to get up off the wall, and get up off they ass
to walk up on a broad,
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