Lyrics:
brought my rhyme book
Cool E, get ready to kick it out for the hook
But before you eat male let me finish nailin'
this grove like a train de-railin
brought my rhyme book
Cool E, get ready to kick it out for the hook
But before you eat male let me finish nailin'
this grove like a train de-railin
you, you wanna overuse the pussy
Me, I'm tryin' to hit the news with the pussy
In a survey it's estimated that 9 out of 10 men don't check they spouse
make it a little scratch make it funky fresh
Cause you know you the dopest that ever did it, man
The world's supreme DJ, DJ Jazzy Jeff
(solo of Jazzy
change
When you're gone (Shit ain't changed 'cause!)
We still be crippin'
And makin' cash money
Steady dippin'
*DJ QUIK:
Scratchin': "the underground
somethin closer to impossible
You could try your best
but frankly I don't think it's logical
This is yes the DJ writer superproducer Kris
God gave me
receive pure shit
The hottest DJ's in New York spin it from the wheelchairs
with cancer, my voodoo ready to roll
Ask Harlem Hospital, you can't cure
evaluation is sudden
Takin me out, is somethin closer to impossible
You could try your best
But frankly I don't think it's logical
This is yes the DJ
S.U.C., I eat wit DJ Michael Watts
I don't wanna be in a rap group, I'd rather do me alone
Everybody so surely, I'm so glad that boy Lil Boosie is home
I
a dance floor
You get what you're given it's all how you use it
I've been a girl with her finger in the air
Unaffected by rumors the truth I don't
a dance floor
you get what you're given it's all how you use it
I've been a girl with her finger in the air Unaffected by rumors the truth I don't care
a dance floor
You get what you're given it's all how you use it
I've been a girl with her finger in the air
Unaffected by rumors the truth I don't care
older I would understand that
It's blood in blood out and ain't no turnin' back
Few summers went by and we moved across the tracks
13 that's when I had
the knowledges I produced the shit
I'm the production behind many favorite hits
Something like a Dj Quik
I did the blueprint they kind a thought I was sick
I was
make it a little scratch make it funky fresh
Cause you know you the dopest that ever did it, man
The world's supreme DJ, DJ Jazzy Jeff
(solo of Jazzy
by my DJ
But everything was cool between us, so I thought
I got dumped by my DJ
Then he said I was a liar I don't know what for
What's the best thing
Miami, booty-bass, 2 Live Crew type feel
That's fine, I can fuck with it
I just hope that my momma don't hear this track
Let's go
Eat that ass
Eat that ass
opened it up and grabbed my brew
Picked up the phone dialed my pimp and called the crew
Party later on, over by river jetties
56th Street so you know
So I'm just minding my own business and then BAM!
I get send a message by some nigga
I'm like whatever so I go to check it
Bitch you know I saw
These kids just
Don't give a shit 'bout lyrics
All they wanna hear is a beat and that's it
Long as they can go to
The club and get blitzed
Pick up some
smoked out and can't be trusted, I can't kick it wit
Niggas like you, used to be in my crew
Goddamn, they don't make niggas like they used to
I
and prove,
And do thatdance, until it don't move,
Doowutchyalike,
Sometimes I bite.
Now if you're hungry, get yourself something to eat,
And if you
And do thatdance, until it don't move,
Doowutchyalike,
Sometimes I bite.
Now if you're hungry, get yourself something to eat,
And if you're dirty,
talkin' smack
'Cause the party that I'm headed fo' is oh so deep
And it's a Tony Lang thang so I'm bound to creep
Now Suga Free don't dance, but I'd
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