Lyrics:
This is DJ Scotty Rock
That was that new Zebulon Lane
Now we about to get into that Luscious by your man
Scotty Rock
Exclusive new shit
And if you ain't
Motivated, as I relate it verbal
Dissing a mouse and smacking any gerbel
I bought a Saab, a 1990 Turbo
Shining, fog lights in the front
I'm by myself, no
company, the human beat box Ready C
Backed up by a family, and that is all we need
So that we can be successful as we want to be
The future is in front of me
and got the shit back
I'm getting faded it help me relax
If you want a front you gone pay the tax
This your only one you better make double back
That's
Feet they walk way and just that sheik posture
Ooooh! Can't be a next one like you
Famous like tapes made by DJ Clue
I tighten up my game as I approach
what
They always trying to front
Play the role like they ain't
But you know what baby you could be undercover with it
You know why?
Cause I
the news, DJs get loose and they yell out sano.
EVERYBODY IN THE FRONT OF THE CLUB (Throw your hands up!)
EVERYBODY IN THE BcCK OF THE CLUB (Throw your
the streets is hungry goons!
Comin' to a neighborhood near you,
Today or someday soon.
Betta' watch yo' back, watch yo' front,
And watch yo' side to side.
shakin' their backs
And all the players in the place is catchin' heart attacks
(I love that shit)
Hey yo DJ turn it up
(I love that shit)
You gotta B
took one in his face
By somebody he knew
Stretched in the project hallway
Fatal car flipped
He got ejected out the front windshield
Broke most of his
as a picture
Right in the very front row
And then a DJ wearing a blazer with a badge
Ran on and said, "Here we go!"
The crowd went crazy
As Tommy hit
OK ease back before I make position to squeeze
The head burner cookin emanate thought and grab my phallus
Please I pump kinetics with
sometimes the only way out is real narrow,
and so I've seen DJs get ahead by going behind their own backs,
made ya look!
what do you do is the lone pariah
Aye
Turn that bitch up
Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye
Turn that bitch up
Fine hoes in the front
Gone head turn that bitch up
Skinny hoes in the back
Gone head
Check it out, check it out, here we go, let me say it
Tax on wax make the DJ's wanna play it
To the front, to the front, to the back, to the back
nigga swung when I turned my back
Hold on, DJ, bring that back
Pussy nigga swung when I turned my back
Chest shot, tell that nigga hold that
Knocked
When I cock back and hop out the van
Double R, get a job, play the shit in the car
Hit a party start a fight at the bar, and snatch your R
Sell your
I set if off
By lettin' you know that I can flow to many beats
Similar to fluid, so freely
And you can say I'm gettin' kind of greedy, but so
I set if off
By lettin' you know that I can flow to many beats
Similar to fluid, so freely
And you can say I'm gettin' kind of greedy, but so
like DJ Whoo Kid
Plays out the back door
We don't do the front
It sound like you want smoke from me
But this ain't what you want
Saw me raise my level
In the back not the front-stage at my shows, yeah, yeah
How is that sounding ?
Your A double S astounding
Like that submarine i'm drowning
Yeah baby
[Chorus]
Yeah (Oh)
Put your back up against my front, girl make it move, move, move
Lemme see just what you gone do, baby girl can you
Juke, juke, juke, juke
as a picture
Right in the very front row
And then a DJ wearing a blazer with a badge
Ran on and said, "Here we go!"
The crowd went crazy
As Tommy hit
[Jurassic 5]
Yo, we are no superstars
Who wanna be large and forget who we are
Don't judge us by bank accounts and big cars
No matter how bright we
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