Lyrics:
And terrorized by treble
I'm open to change my mood but
I always get caught in the middle
And I get tired of DJ's
Why's it always what he plays
I'm gonna
greatly
Me don't have aids like your mother c##t flakes
P###y tell me that him bad but him love to send chat
Quarreling with dj's and artist on WhatsApp
Slatt
God
A*T
Smoked a funky joint I feel fresh As f**k
Make a n***a rob his own mama Before he think bout us
Make Dj bring the drama before This
of steel is Kenny Parker
As we say he can't get no darker
All about action not a fast talker
All the whick whack sucker DJ's
Gotta try much harder
yawn and see him
He calls me for the peng light like beacon
I used to rock creps that were never in season
I Used to have holes in the bottom of my
get it right back, like I recreate it
These n****'s mad, 'cause b***h I'm up, & I guess they hate it
That n***a mad, 'cause he checked her playlist,
A story bout a pal of mine who worked down near the Georgia Line
A DJ in a little country station
Everybody loved him dear cause he played what
f**k with that Hemi
I gotta Cutlass 350 will leave your ass by a distance
You ain't customly did it or oringally interior
Your like them West side
the best young n***as that yall on, Gold Bars, one by one and we’ll pick ‘em off
Shaun Jeanette (Chorus/Bridge)
All of my girls said don’t sweat him (Nooo)
you tapped or what?
I ain't dashing a single f**k
Crazy! I thought you were chatting
Like a typo he's now back tracking
Didn't plan on having her slop
partner
So I gave him my tape
Said he'd play it for him
Hoping that I'd get my big break
But never got a response anyway
This nigga named Pop Gates came
of the
story
Here's what happened:
The DJ played Harry's record (What record?) Shut up!
It was a hit and he became a star
Got him some tight britches, got
the disco
DJ play my riddim
Man have a dance right before we wig him
Why everybody dey ask me "Where Hus olade?"
Is his ting local or he drive all
to go see Benji but then crackers cancelled my visit, I’m mad Kuntry back in prison but I’m glad he still living, Hope he know I love him got nothing but
A story 'bout a pal of mine
Who worked down near the Georgia Line
He's a D.J. in a little country station
Everybody loved him dear
'Cause he played
[Flav] Yo Chuck where you at G??
I think he went upstairs why'know
[DJ] A very furious mixture of noise
What Public Enemy producer
play em,
I know you chase low.
I know you paid low,
And you'll f**k him if he says so.
Let me tell you something,
bout this n***a Feng though.
He's way
like I took off.
And when I ride by, it's like I fly by.
You like a slow motion.
All in 3-D.
'cause everywhere I go, they by like "there he go"
like I took off.
And when I ride by, it's like I fly by.
You like a slow motion.
All in 3-D.
'cause everywhere I go, they by like "there he go"
next?
Hands down best
DJ, SPIN that shit again!
Now I gotta show em what's up
Had to come back, drop something for the club
You can bet I ain't letting
him like steak, I bet I baste him
When we see him, bet he run & we ain't even tryna chase him
This b***h tryna f**k, she told her friend, ""I'm tryna
a shooter
Now he's soon to be a dead coward
I seen peace demonstrated
While the guard dispersed
Made us defy the blue lines
That took a knee to the dirt
(yeah)
I like my niggas in the field like Beckham (yeah)
Made him come up off a check when I met him (when I met him)
He'll fuck around and go broke if
he gon' kill you for that mula
Catch him in the mornin', wake him up, that boy a rooster (go)
He took it to trial, I tried to tell him it was
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