Lyrics:
(Yeah) Shout out to June on this one
And I go by (DJ Zenas)
(Oh oh) Don't it feel good
(Zone zone) Damn right
(Oh ohhh) Feeling as good as I do right
up later or something? Thank you
[DJ Quik:]
I like the way that you don't say much
And when the homies give you phone numbers you don't stay in
of Doc, 'cause Doc left you all guessin'
So DJ take the needle and just drop it on the record (what)
We gon' have this motherfucker hoppin' in a second
This is for you
Part 2
It's crazy how we was friends
But end up underneath them covers
Doing it with no rubber
Perfect for each other
Friends turned
on the fade
Slice like a ninja, cut like a razor blade
So fast, other DJs say "Damn!"
If my rhyme was a drug
I'd sell it by the gram keep my composure
When it's
This
Could be something big!
[Ludacris]
Luda! Don't change the station,
I've been impatiently waiting,
Pacin', welcome to the Danger Zone.
myself out
Tape up my mouth shut
They try to do it to me but
Grab the knife and it gets cut
So now I can say what is what
I'm playing this game like it's
looking like that girl on the cover it’ll leave you pessimistic
That’s how the media uses this tactic in this business
Yeah I’m hungry as fuck, but it’s
almost triple play it off
The DJ spinnin' the last records, by this time they half naked
Same place, same time tomorrow they'll be back at it
[Chorus 4x]
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
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
stand Miller
MC's cold rockin till the party's through
Then they tap me on the shoulder and say "This Bud's for you"
[DJ Clue] *echoing*
DJ Clue,
of war, writin' rhymes by the score
Before I lived the hustle, swore this poor man would give the law
As a testament it goes, it was destined in my soul
of playing
These cats try hard but don't hear what I'm saying
Run for cover, if you're on the wall then get off it
Get this thing shaking like a mosh pit
Mayweather
Then I'm raining punches I'm undefeated
Who can say better
This rappers are false prophets I am not with them
They prophesy lies and visions spread
composition on display
That give a full analysis and rock this way
You will pay, eventually you all will decay
While the DJ Scott LaRock will continue
Swag so flawless I swear Miguel will adorn this
Hudson even telling me to go say wats up (Waddup)
I'ma go on though let me just grab my cup (Cup)
the neighbors say they seen you and your little friends
Over there by Food for Less and they was preaching to you
Over there telling you about the good book
Aight check this out right
I go by the name of DJ Khaled
My nigga Birdman say yo Khaled man
Lets do something for the streets listen
Shh d-Boy in
a good time
Lost yourself along the way
And everybody wanna dance
Request rejected by the DJ
Good thing you got yourself a man
You want something to make
Lamborghinis on the cover
(on the cover) tryna decide what kinda kush
I wanna blow now, i’m missing you
This money shit was forced on us
When Reggie Theus
line
Smoke ain’t clear but it’s on the rise
Got a drink and it’s on the rocks
Roll the dice don’t roll your eyes
By the way don’t let anyone say that you
who gon' tell yo mother, her baby's under a cover in the morgue
Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs
Son of a hard headed nigga that wouldn't
it's dumped on your parade
This type of monsoon'll cover Russia
Hear the rumbling round the bay
When I'm coming out the gate and I bust through
Than
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