Lyrics:
Khaled, though
I'm surrounded by bodies like I'm chillin' in the Catacombs (haha)
Niggas want me dead, I got thirty and bought me a castle, ho (yeah)
I've been worried about my son and his damn health
My babies breathing more important than some damn wealth
I've been winning against the world by my
mi baby
Estás escuchando a la nueva 'e lo' animale'
Que tenemo' el estilo que a ustede' no les sale
Nigga, we the best y no somo' DJ Khaled
Mira
Yeah na-na
Zeta, a, emme, pi, a
Real talk, keep it classy
Bella Fede
Dj Tsura
Dio quanto amo questa merda, nana
Chi mi conosce lo sa
Verona
keeps, deep crews pay dues
By murder ones and twos, rip riders and damus
Choose to stay gangsta, you never ever ran us
We bustin clips like bananas,
a marijuana smokin', never been broken
I don't give a fuck about the po-lice, I'm a hood star
Sixty inches on my Impala
Daddy I'm a mother fuckin' gangsta
sound like a chicken so its time to get plucked
By a gangsta, keep one up in the chamber
Don't make me wear your ass like some 85 Wranglers
Now you all
[* DJ scratching *]
Yeah we kind of like that shit, yeah
That's all we do, huh check it
[Kurupt]
Now what I'm not gettin' exactly (Why you)
Can't
Yea its the DJ Khaled the Don Dada the big dog pitbull the Terror Squad-ion
Aka the Beat Novakane I'mma problem my album drops June 6th listen
Now
from the I-N-G
My peeps play for keeps, deep crews pay dues
By murder ones and twos, rip riders and Damus
Choose to stay gangsta, you never ever ran
Let me explain somethin' to you
When I say I'm really like that
What I mean is
I'm the culture (Gangsta)
What I've continuously given to the game
fools want up in my shoes
But after fucking with me
They're givin' up rap, and they're singin' the blues
Me and DJ Train dropping bombs like a P2
So
ya own dance
DJ play my song, -Where dem dollars at- by Gangsta Boo
Plus another southern diva Mia X is coming too
We don't like dem boys who be all
up
[Gangsta Boo]
I think I finally have located the gates of death
Lie awake at night, to hatch my evil plans, I find myself
Stumblin through
się złego stać? Pięści noże wyobraźni brak
Jebać przyszłość co to w ogóle jest
Tylko dziwny niepotrzebny stres
Leć fest jak manifest
DJ Khaled We
I'm spittin' pollaseeds
Crack 'em one by one
You niggaz got me fucked up
Fuck a ghostwriter, sittin' in the back
Of the studio tryin' to write a nigga
the dick
I got Bobby 'bout a pound, nigga Whitney 'bout a key
DJ Screw about a gallon, bitch the game belong to me
In '72, a player born in his boots
The ones that stood by me like soldiers
You were there
I know you love me
But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me
Send a sign or somethin'
I’m taking shots to success
No Dj khaled but I’m feeling like the best
I take that kush and hold it deep inside my chest
It’s YML could give a fuck
Yessir uh oh
Uh ohhhhhhhh haha
Sick with it, six digit's, big engines
Get lots of head like 6 midgets
It’s just the code I live by
Represent
Tellin' it like it is, right about now D.J. Premier is in the
motherfuckin' house and shit, ya know what I'm sayin'? But yo,
yo Kris, run that
Coast flow is different than the East
But it ain't no different in the street
I'm spittin' pollaseeds (I'm spittin' pollaseeds)
I crack 'em one by
at your medulla oblongata
Blaow blaow, a young thug with a slim figure
Romantic type like the movie Casablanca
Herb seller, once but busted by an undercover
to break the rules
Drop classics right from the debut
So give all the DJ'S a clue of what i can do!
That's Khaled & Drama, Envy, Jazzy Jeff & Ebro too!
Got
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