Lyrics:
like shoutout to the DJ for playin this song
Girl we can act like two damn fools
Have everybody thinkin we doin they dance move
Call me so I can make it
keeps me thin
No need to talk, look who just walked in
(Is there a Dred on skates?)
Yes, man
(So kick the wham on this jam)
Oh Mr. Sprinkler, Mr
swagger like puff
No one on the corner have swagger like puff
Swagger like us, swagger like puff
Sing this song for me bitch
Hey yo P give me my gun
Is this mic on?
Hey, Hey! Hey-hey-hey! Turn the mic up, c'mon, c'mon
Is the mic on or not? I want the mic
We're bringing up nobody, nobody
Nobody
When you face the D-line your bottom lip will quiver
I trust the boys on this team, yeah I'd give 'em my life
Even though half of them are duller than
Crunchy Blac, Boogie Mane, Frayser Boy, Lil' Wyte, Chrome
Granddaddy Souf, Juicy J, Project Pat, DJ Paul the king of Memphis
Cock 'em up
[Soulja Boy]
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, This the remix
V.I.C. You already know what it is man
It's ya folk Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
Checkin' in everything
Pow Wow, and M.C. Globe
We emphasize the show, we got ego
Make this your night, just slip it right, and by day
As the people say, live it up, shucks
ain't cool Lush why you set this
Up to get this dude crushed?
My tool bust, yeah I keep the heat
The only time you squeeze that thing and
Bust is when you
DJ Clue
Desert Storm (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Vegas Jones
Roc Nation
The new generation
Let's go
The Roc Boys in the buildin'
song
To the beat all day and all night long
So liten up, to what I'm sayin
I'm a Oaktown mack, bitch I ain't playin
To all the home boys doin time in
record?
Divine Styler with Physical Poets, look out
Microphone King Donald D the notorious, yeah
This is Bronx Style Bob...
Nat The Cat, boy
house haunted
I ain't kiddin' I ain't playin', fuck up your house party
Lil Tunechi
So DJ, won't you play some more songs?
'Cause we ain't got
serious or rehearsin' I just gotta keep cursin'
This is for the radio so I better chill
They won't play it if I co get ill
But I'm like that and that's
down class, calm down. Mr. Vai, you've got to turn it down...
{What did you say, you want me to turn it down? You mean down like this...}
(Boys, What
Ron and Kelly Chante contagious
(I'm Hot) Records heard, Dj's playin 'em
My words are being relayed who's sayin 'em?
Ay yo!!!! we are
My name's
[Chorus]
"C'mon now!" DJ Lord
"Here we go again"
"C'mon now!" Guerrilla Funk
(Hey yo check one)
We move as a team to keep them demons out
Y'all
hit tha flo'
I'm out here spending all this paper
Bustin' cigarillos down
I blow it by the acre
If you lookin' this good
Well shit I wanna meet
hit tha flo'
I'm out here spending all this paper
Bustin' cigarillos down
I blow it by the acre
If you lookin' this good
Well shit I wanna meet
woman's ever got me this way
It's full speed ahead
Mr. DJ let the radio play
This farm boy’s now part cowboy
I feel a stampede in my veins
I take
down class, calm down. Mr. Vai, you've got to turn it down...
{What did you say, you want me to turn it down? You mean down like this...}
(Boys, What
this ain't the squash beef state
You thinkin' make up, we thinkin' Lark Voorhies face
The twin Eagle'll air his coupe, might as well ride by in
in the sky like 30' inch tires
I know they can tell by the way that we slide we onna' rise
You haters look goofy while we makin' movies boy we onna'
gon' get y'all inta this new artist
His new ass - Lil' Wyte, this boy raw...
[Chorus 8x - (DJ Paul) plays in the background]
Get high to this shit -
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