Lyrics:
Out to the raving crew
Out to the raving
Out to the raving
Out to the raving crew
I'm not a DJ's DJ
Not an MC's MC, bar none (ay)
I am your
Drip drip with d ice everywhere Crispy
Stop by d club pls dj don't hype me
Tracks hot they confess how it's slapping
Real hard on d know Zero capping
...
proof
Success is my cologne, greatness is my shampoo
Here's your proof
Every single track by DJ-Z! will assure you
That I do, what I do, without a single
Minds!!
Three 6 Ma-fee-UH~!
And your boy DJ, Montay
And this another {Oomp Camp production}
Goin down
[Chorus: Three 6 Mafia + (female) + {both}]
I said I
You don make me involve o
Girl I don love you by force o
Na you wen make
My head dey spark o
You dey make me e nomu ne
E nomu ne
E nomu ne
My head e
When is time to party
Everybody forget your career
If you want pretty girls in the club
Look side by side
I can see them sayin gimmie gimmie
And then
Cutting the heads off the competition laughing ha, ha, ha, ha
So put your hands up if you wanna get down with the get down
Put your hands up if you
be left alone
To enjoy the silence of our tombs
And the dark matter that hangs above
Will leave memories of what it had done
So hold your head up high
[?]
Check, check, check
This is Bones Owens to my right, right here
To my left DJ Klever
My name is Yelawolf
This is Trial By Fire
Uh
Back
drugs killa carved on your arm got a tech up in the car
For your motherfuckin ass see you wet the be-e-d
But you better hold right up cause I'm gonna make
guy
This guy don't play this guy
because this guy got the record before that guy
DJ, This is bigger than DJ That - and all that bullshit
Niggaz -
why you neXt to me
Follow these orders like recipes
So I can rest to these
Get my head straight
Cause your head straight
Babygirl you my world and your
your, put your, put your, up)
(Put your, put your, put your, up)
(Up, up, hands up, put your
Put your hands up)
Take it to the head take it off the edge
like it got bit by a grizzly
And these drugs got me spinning like some capoeira
Still rock the slow beats with gold teeth
Ain't afraid to hold heat
It's smooth t long side morgan Heritage turks and Jamaica yeah Hey, yea yea
You gotta keep your head up Never give up, you got to hold On no matter
sheets
Got me thinking bout you every day of the week
I want you, I'll hold you tight
I want you, kiss you on sight
I love you, be by my side
Love my boo,
to dinner, stick this dick in your liver
I'm fuckin' your head up I'm playing these mind games witcha
I'mma suck that pussy good, then you ain't gon' hear
Quest
On the jet boy mission all our clips got extensions
Tryin' to hold onto your chain, you gon' end up missin'
Don't let me catch you slippin'! (You
To all my DJ's, with skills you got a lotta
This ain't on your mixtape, yo it coulda been hotta
The method in this game they'll have you drained
Pick door number three if your price is right
I'll pull a DJ Quik "tonite is the night"(Murphy Lee)
Hold on, so I can tell 'em who I is, a young school
a flash in the dark
I grab a hold of your attention like a thief in the park
'Cause I can flip a rhyme off the tip of my tongue
Yeah, I be switching up
I thought you were dead
Short, fading went I went upside your head
So get back to the beat 'cause the beat is bad
The beat pro and the bass gets
with me
One time fi the gyal me are site ya
Two fi the mama were born ya
Like e fire for my head your love they burn man i can't hold this anymore
I no
time for me to give her hers
Tell me what you want
Do want it missonary with your feet cramed to the head board
Do want it from the back with your
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