Lyrics:
Jeff scratching)
That's how I like it, uh
That's how I like it
See now a lot of other DJ's came out tryin to do what Jeff started, right
But Jeff is
the house?
When you see me at awards or a popular place
I see chains shinin', I wanna stock it over my face
Coordinated, try to see me by some popular names
a friend like him
But he was just the first of many with their knickers in a twist
I got dumped by my DJ
He said he didn't wanna work with me no more
I got
Aww yeah!
Hey, check it out..
DJ Quik is in the motherfuckin' house! (repeat 8X)
[DJ Quik]
Check it out...
Now I be knockin' bitches like it
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
end up missing (goin' up), murder rate goin' up
A hundred K goin' up, five hundred K goin' up (goin' up)
I woke up, like, who wanna die today? (Who
Fantom on the lawn getting wiped down
I'm in the white house (house), I'm in the white house (house)
I got a hundred of them things nigga, right now
We
birds goin' out
I stashed a hundred mill', off in my stash house
Order on two, order on white (I'm in stash house)
Order on two, order on white (I'm in
, DJ, spin that record phone
I have a dream like Disney and Dior
Dead like the chain, don't get too old
Rock like Storm, like Snoop, like the Doors
I
blunts cigar scent
I'm by myself and niggas run they mouths like auctions
To streets my brother
Fefe's my brother
And we stay on point like a fucking
come to my house right now
You'll probably find a couple
O's in my pantry
Should be nervous cause me with
A pen is scary cause I bust like that pistol
DJ Durel, give 'em hell! Bando part two
Trappin' out the houses
Boards on the windows
Trappin' out the houses, where we came from
Trappin' out
Fantom on the lawn getting wiped down
I'm in the white house (house), I'm in the white house (house)
I got a hundred of them things nigga, right now
We
the low
We got grits for the low
We got grits for the low
I got syrup in my trap house
Somethin' like a Waffle House
Try to steal out my trap
I
three-hundred dollars to get my pitbull an abortion
Some bitch asked for my autograph
I called her a whore, spit beer in her face and laughed
I drop bombs like
a minute
I'ma drink for a minute stops a girl in a mini like
hold up, wait one minute
For that feel fair I'll open it like
Down, down, down, down
can't no DJ get rap like my muthafuckin' nigga Evil E
So right about now I'ma give him the muthafuckin' microphone
I'ma get behind the wheels and we gon'
on these beats
My flows icy and my bars toboggans
If rap's a house
I'm home alone like Macaulay Culkin
And if you think you better, then
Rap about it
that ever did it man
The worlds supreme dj dj jazzy jeff
That's how I like it
That's how I like it
See a lot of djs came out trying to do what jeff
blunts cigar scent
I'm by myself and niggas run they mouths like auctions
To streets my brother
Fefe's my brother
And we stay on point like a fucking
on the grind again
Everything is everything
I got my nails done, flyin' pinky ring
I'm actin' like a king
I'm sittin' in my throne
With my roll on, get my grub
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,
wants to rock the microphone after me?
Think of who you are and who you be
My energy holds it down like the NFC
I'm going thorough through your borough
smokin' on indica (mmm)
Fox on me like Vivica (mmm)
I pray for before meals, spiritual
Rackies by the big face (yeah)
They want my spot, they wanna
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