Lyrics:
the week so we home by 11
My city got a lot of rappers
So we need our own stage
It's only these house DJ's that always fucken eat
That's why they got
the music
As our repertoire grew
Now it's a different beat
I'm on two left feet
DJ's playing somethin' brand new
I'll find my way back to the floor
sound like a drive by
keep chicks moving
heat keep them open
put em in the mood and they leave something broken
D.J set the scene to it in the club
on each side of the room
Givin' us the boom boom boom
To our zoom zoom zoom
The smell of a L lit while walking by
But the music gets me high
Saint
Jump of the roof screaming, "I can fly!"
Dare me to do it
What's taking over my brain tonight?
Must be the music
Must be the music.
This DJ sucks
ain’t getting me by
I'm zoning
Too much motion
Feel like I’ll be left behind
Ain't no feeling now
The music's really loud
I still ain't figure out (yeah)
sing
Or make beats because he's useless?
Who's only talent is stealing finished music
And then shouting and taking credit?
DJ Khaled (I got breasts
Yeah DJ Khaled
Mean mug music
Waka Flocka
Ace Hoood
This gon' fuck the streets up
This gon' fuck the club up
Police kick my door in shawty
me.
My last album sold a million copies.
Me and the maestro, laying the beat.
DJ scratches from my homeboy Pete.
Dangerous music is what you hear.
want to be,
You're gonna have to learn pimpology.
Pimpology, a pimp's profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be
LeBron
Make a nigga disappear like J-Kwon
Body found by the Swans, nigga missing both of his arms
I ain't playing
I'm with the rat-tat-tat-tat
Shoot
didn't know that.
You didn't know I was also a comedian and a DJ,
But also a Christian bounce music rapper
Y'all not ready for me, man.
Trying to tell
Is spending too much time with their dicks in their hand
Guitar in hand, a music stand songs by another band now that's talent
A cool DJ, he's all
for power
I was a little nigga
Couldn't stay out late I was sour
So I sat by the window, heard the DJ cut
Impeach the Pres, Apache, and just begun
The revolution will not be televised
The revolution is here
Yeah, it's Common Sense, with DJ Premier
We gonna help y'all see clear
It's real hip-hop
You know by now, I want it more than anything
If I walk away and just let you leave
You'll be stuck in my head like a melody
I know you want it
This is all about music how to use it, they call it songs
If a rapper doesn't sing, well they call it wrong
While Remington raps on, coming
Do recall
DJ Who
Representing that Write To Dream Entertainment
This one goes out to my girl
Cheri Dennis
We appreciate you
New Rob Markman
Produced
you want from me? I got pistols for da haters,
Ya fam will be in black like the playin' for da Raiders,
And ya music isn't favored, and DJ's they neva
The whole reason I wanted to be a
DJ was the feeling I got
Sitting next to the subwoofer listening to
The upper cuts and rick ross
Tripping on Robitussin
out tools
Yo, yo, yo, yo, turn the fuckin' lights off
Pass the illumin' Lord, tell the DJ yo, turn the fuckin' music off
We got announcements, we want
out tools
Yo, yo, yo, yo, turn the fuckin' lights off
Pass the illumin' Lord, tell the DJ yo, turn the fuckin' music off
We got announcements, we want
Zagadat the cap music
It’s your boy Eazi
Spinall gimme the beat
DJ Spinall DJ Spinall again o
Ladies
Ohema forgeti obiaa
Missi forget your girl
Yo Miztah Brown let's show them how we do this
Bam Bam Bam
She Got Me Like (Skurr) Got me Like (Yea)
Music got me like (Turn up) got me like
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