Lyrics:
Should have held back, but you throwed the punch
'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch
No D to the U to the G for you
Got a son on the way by
bouncing on a scraping plate
*DJ Screw scratching...*
[Verse 1: Bird]
I'm gonna smoke some fucking blunts
Pop the fucking trunk, the
Neon lights gonna come
bouncing on a scraping plate
*DJ Screw scratching...*
[Verse 1: Bird]
I'm gonna smoke some fucking blunts
Pop the fucking trunk, the
Neon lights gonna come
Every time they come around, we treat it like a holiday (bitch)
Aimin' for his head, took off a ear, he ain't listen anyway
I might pop out in your
by my side, whoa
And I was the one that fought all of your fights
Go!
(Hold your head, hold it up high) Whoa
(Keep this close by your side)
on your head, make your niggas all partake
Man, your niggas even told me we should dip you by the lake, ay yeah
K I D, what you mean?
I know plenty niggas
the ozone
Enough ass to pass smash and have your number one hoe gone
Alias is DJ, Los known to hustle and flow strong
I can sell an Eskimo an especially cold
Heads I win, tails you lose (how do you spell relief?)
Would you trade your funk for this? (You deserve a break today)
Or that? (Have it your way)
DJ Clue desert Strom
Yea flipmode
Busta Rhymes rah Digga
The Inauguration (New Busta Rhymes!)
Yea, yea ha ha ha yea (Feat Rah Digga)
What give it
background]
DJ Khaled!
When I ride, I ride for Trey-0-5
Trick Daddy! (When I ride, I ride for Trey-0-5)
Rick Ross!
Pitbull!
The Bottom!
Listen
bo bo bo)
No MC can test (but one, one, one)
Step into a world, where hip-hop is me
Where MC's and DJ's
Build up their skills as they play every
bo bo bo)
No MC can test (but one, one, one)
Step into a world, where hip-hop is me
Where MC's and DJ's
Build up their skills as they play every
to promoters on the promo
More bottles got bitches by the boat loaf
Full throttle now drinking is a no no
Damn girl, I see you getting all messy
Hold up, don't
bought a pillow for your precious head
You'll be fine once you get to know me again
I'm a fumbled wrecked star
Call me DJ Mini-Mart
'Cause that's where
you can't catch
Your brain ain't your main flex, G Regardless I been fire
My Lyrics are loud neighbors; It's hard to forget when you live by them
Got my
Ghost town
Ghost town
Ghost town
Ghost town
I tried to deny the darkness in my head
But in this town your depression can't hide
I tried my best to put
Lil Bitch get out my face before I grab my belt
Send heat to your head then watch you melt
I hit above the head they aim below the belt
Loyalty over
Y'all rocking with DJ Scheme, little bitch
(D-d-daytrip took it to ten)
Hold on, uh (hey)
I got a duffle bag full of cash, nigga, and I don't
Y'all rocking with DJ Scheme, little bitch
(D-d-daytrip took it to ten)
Hold on, uh (hey)
I got a duffle bag full of cash, nigga, and I don't
the same
The DJ hasn't changed
He just put on our favorite record right now
When that melody plays
And I see your face
The memories race
Right back
Swamp plays on the fade, slice like a ninja
Cut like a razor blade so fast, other dj's say "damn"
If rhyme was a drug, you know I'd sell it by the gram
on
More than five Os in your bank, then get it on
Roll up, light that stank and get it on
Slank that fitted on, came to get it on
Hold up, she wanna work
head
What's going on in your head
I just can't get outta my bed
I just want it outta my head
Trying to hold it in
And I end up holding my breath
Fuck
they hear the boom but you see the spark
And I seen the part of your head which used to be your face
Was replaced by nothin' for bluffin', what a waste
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