Lyrics:
the glizzy n***a
Cause I be damn if I get set up by siddidy bitches
I need a clean, nasty baby who gone give me riches
Cut them trifling hoes off cause they be
*Spoken*
DJ READY RED: Hey, yo D! What's up wit them cash registers and
Shit?
WILLIE D: Oh, that's what the average ho see when she look
at the shawty chillin' by the dow man,I'm really into her perssona cause she don't be takin' drama but she thick when I ask her where she get then she say she get
nasty, and ya freaky
You play the freak
[DJ Quik]
Last night we was drunk at the beach
You was off the E, I was off of the peach
Martini, watchin you walk
Stand by me my sister stand by me now
Having my days and I've seen your ways
Sing it and have it set a nasty craze
So I reach a state
Turn a new page
DJ (Jim Jonsin)
I want everybody to stop what they're doing (Mr. 305)
Now if you know you're with somebody
That you gon' take the hotel room
Spoonie Gee, T La Rock, Special K
Chuck Chillout, Eric B, Funkmaster Flex
All respects due
Doug E Fresh, Nice & Smooth
Kid Capri, Kool G Rap, DJ Starski
mek it wash down bag-a-walla
Dem a talk bout more fire, we a talk bout more prayer
We this yah tune dat ago mek some DJ talk some more But Wha!
Usher)
There's too many women (Usher)
And she's just beginning (Usher)
The time of her life (Muchas gracias papito)
So tell the DJ-J-J-J-J
(Let me show you
Fresh, Fresh a yeah a Fresh
Fresh, Fresh a yeah a Fresh
Fresh, Fresh a yeah a Fresh
Yo, Rednecks, Colords, Asians, Africans, Ethiopians
What ever
DJ (Jim Jonsin)
I want everybody to stop what they're doing (Mr. 305)
Now if you know you're with somebody
That you gon' take the hotel room
feelin' good (Feelin' good y'all)
Hey, hey (Hey, hey), I'm so high (So high)
And the DJ got the club so loud (So loud)
Hands Up (Hands Up)
Now let 'em
Hundred for the kicks, bitch
I was born with diamonds in my wrist
So, it's only right for your
Boy to talk shit, yuck
Straight nasty, don't walk past me
I
Life of the party, yes indeed/
Come find me/
Pull a fella by his colla quick/
Look through the lineup I'm first pick/
Shake it to the left shake it
And by sun down, I'm up out of here
It's still Nasty, raw in the flesh
God's Son, never gone, never left
King, I played every card in the deck
I might step out plain or I just might get flashy
Might hop out a taxi or pull up in some nasty
No matter what I wear or what I drive she won’t look
there
Back from the dead fresh off the prison tier
Daddy here to put the kids to bed
By the way the war's on you can't call it off
It's too late plus
know my face
When I pass by betcha girl'll wave "Hey!"
They feelin my dougies
Fresh like dougie
But not dougie fresh
Dougie Z
I'm thuggin
And you
now together
Chickenheads, and bout twelve hoochie mama
When, car hot, clothes pop off, get it together
The DJ seh we fresh from yard, Likkle Kim
productions! unk camp! dj unk!
tell um how to do it shawty!
[DJ UNK]
Catch da beat like me. Bounce ya body like dis. You can do it by ya'self. Go on and bounce
cash for eighty seven
Some did it got paid, some jams were never played
But I am just a poet who watched the whole parade
Go by, and why, cause they
ass across the cross fade
So watch your back when he takes the stage
Or he'll send you off on a naked rampage
Three MCs and one DJ
We be getting
Ren, Ice Cube, Eazy E
DJ Yella, Fresh K, MC Smooth, my homie T-Low
And of course without a doubt, the one and only
My DJ Dr. D-are-E most definitely in
[Chorus 1: kyte]
I'm going to be the one to make you smile and not to leave
Cause we party hard party hard cooking so hard
What's the recipe?
DJ is
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